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Forgetting (Edited)

Flower~Child · 2010-06-14T02:16:13Z

Ok, so this is sort of a true story, but I am making it fake hehe. This is my first time writing something like this so I hope you like it. I rated it 16+ because of the mention of drugs throughout the story. Enjoy! What have I done? I stare at the newly darkened sky, and I can't keep my mind off of what I've gotten myself into. My stomach churns with anticipation, but I am nowhere near prepared for the night ahead of me. I can't even begin to imagine what my future has in store for me. The only thing I know is that tonight will be full of risks, but hopefully the rewards will be greater. I hear my phone ringing in the background of my overwhelmed mind; With a struggle, I pull myself back to the present to answer it. "Hello," I say way too quickly. Remember sound calm Bree , I remind myself mentally. "Hey, you ready?" His voice leaves me speechless, it reminds me of what I have been missing for such a long time. I have to struggle to pull myself together, and come up with a coherent reply. "Almost, I'll call when they go to bed." "They" being my parents. "OK." His deep voice rings in my ears, and this time I do forget to reply. "See you later then," he says realizing that I'm not going to respond. "Oh, yeah, see ya later." I shut my phone in a daze. Well that was a failure on my part, I hope he doesn't think I sound comepletely stupid now. Oh well, I guess I should see if they're asleep. Tiptoe-ing quietly from my pumpkin orange bedroom I go to make sure my parents and my siblings are asleep. I open my door and start to slide quietly up the first hallway. My two siblings are on this hallway, and I know immediantly they are sleeping by the sound of their fans. I open the door that leads to the kitchen and shut it behind me without making a sound. Just as I suspected, there is not a sound or light in the house. The only thing I can hear is the quiet snores of my dog, Bandit. He sleeps next to my parents room, and I can see that they to are asleep. Tiptoe-ing back to my room I am relieved. Well that went well. I walk back towards my bed to retrieve my phone, risking a glance in the mirror. Blue/grey eyes stare back at me as I asses myself. My brown, now straightened, hair floats to my shoulders,I know it wont stay this staight for long, but I pray it will last more than five minutes. I would never let anyone see the frizzy curly mess my hair is without the hours of work I put into it. The thought of it disgusts me, I hate feeling so ugly. My skin almost clings to my bones. I guess that's what you get from years of eating disorders. My facial features seem smaller than usual, and I can feel the little tan I gain this week wearing off in my nervousness. I escape the mirror by returning my thoughts to my phone. My fingers shake as I quickly dial the numbers I need. As I hear the dial ringing my stomach drops in anticipation. What if he doesn't answer, what if he doesn't come at all? Why do I have to think so much! I only have a slip second to think about this though, because I hear his voice on the other end of the line. "Hey." "They're asleep, so you can come and get me whenever." "Alright, we're on our way", he said, and then the call ended. His words ring in my ears, and I feel really dizzy as I close my phone. Now just to get out the door, I think trying to keep concentration. Tiptoe-ing back upfront I reach the living room. Not much to see in the dark, but the details of the room are etched into my memory. A German made, grandfather clock sits in the corner by our bigscreen TV. Leather chairs along with a brown couch are assorted in the room. My heart starts racing as I get close to the door. I gently unlock the locks, and ease out of my previous prison. End of Part One, so do you want to hear more, or is it to boring?

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Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:12 am

Warrior Princess says... · Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:12 am

Okay hun, well clearly everyone else has torn this lovely little work to shreds, therefore there's not much for me to say here other than I liked it and I can totally relate to the whole sneaking out thing.

Good times, good times. . . .

You must be swift as the coursing river,
With all the force of a great typhoon,
With all the strength of a raging fire,
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

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Forgetting (Edited)

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