Ok this was supposed to be Chapter 1 of my NaNo but then my computer ate it and I couldn't get it until like a few days ago -_- But I decided I'd show it up on here by chapter to get your guys' opinion. I still wanna finish it even though NaNo is over. Please read and give your opinion's. Thanks.
Cold winds attacked her in all directions as she made a slow attempt to get home. Her long, brown hair whipped around and hit her face. She wished that she had something to tie her hair up with, but she hadn’t thought about the late night winds when she left her house around 3:00pm. Annabelle stopped in her tracks. She mentally slapped herself in the face and reached her hands behind her head. She pulled her black hood of her sweatshirt over her head and stuffed her hair in. She shoved her hands into her jean pockets and continued a struggling walk home. She concentrated on her white sneakers and the cracks in the concrete on her way home. She noted every stick and rock that lay to the side or on the sidewalk. She liked to know where things were all the time. It was almost like an OCD she couldn’t control. She just liked to call herself weird and move on.
She got to her house and looked around. The trashcan was missing. She looked around and noticed the plastic, brown bin, in the middle of the street. She jogged over to it and sighed as her eyes came to see what had happened. It had tire marks on it and it was mangled up. She shook her head and grabbed the handle to hoist it up. The winds hadn’t died down and it took a lot of work to get the bin back to the sidewalk. Anna pulled it up to the garage and flipped open the cover to the keypad. She pressed hard on the numbers and then pushed enter. The garage door made a loud growl and lifted open slowly.
She tossed the can into the junk filled garage and pushed her thumb on the green button by the door that leads into her house to close the garage.
She pulled her keys out and stuck it in the lock then turned it and heard the click. She opened the door and locked it behind her. After that she kicked her shoes off and walked down the hall. She unzipped her jacket and tossed it on a chair. She heard a quiet beep and turned back and looked at her bedroom door. It was closed, just the way she always kept it. She walked over and turned the handle and opened the door. Her answering machine had a red light flashing on it and the once muffled beep was now louder and more annoying. She pressed the one on it and heard the robotic voice that irritated her so much playing.
“You have one new message. Message received at 6:32pm.” Then the female voice changed to a deeper voice. A man’s. A man she happened to know a bit too well.
“Hey Anna. It’s Craig. I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re taking this too hard. It was only one time, babe. I feel horrible and I promise I won’t ever do it again. You and me were good together and you know it. After four months you would think that this wouldn’t have killed our relationship. I don’t want to sound dumb or nothing, but I think you’re over reacting. Call me back once you get this ok? I love you, baby.” The voice of her ex clicked off. Anna laughed and pressed delete.
“Message deleted. You have no new messages.” The voice rang out. Anna rubbed her hands over her face and let out a deep breath. She decided to go take a shower then maybe watch the news and go to bed. She yanked open her top drawer. It stuck a lot. She pulled out a pair of underwear and a set of pajamas. They were made up of a pink tank top and baggy bottoms that matched, with little penguins on them. She set the clothes on her bed and walked across her room to her bathroom.
Anna pulled off her black top and tossed it in the corner and then hopped out of her jeans that were a size too big. She reached back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and threw it over with her other clothes. She turned her back to face the big mirror. She looked over at the mirror and looked at the scars that painted a very strong picture on her back. She reached an arm back to finger some of the older scars then traced the tips of her fingers over the newer ones. She was repeated a pattern of lines with her fingers as if in a trance. Over and over again. She blinked and shook her head. She stepped out of her underwear and then walked over to the shower. She pulled the curtain back and stepped inside. She slid the curtain closed after.
Reaching down, she turned the handle passed the halfway mark and water poured from the faucet. Her hand felt the powerful rush of water and waited until it got warm. Once it was she pulled the tap that let a stream of water erupt from the showerhead and fall onto her back. The water got hotter and she stood up straight. It snaked around her hips and hugged her legs and she smiled as the water warmed her body. She leaned her head back so that her hair got wet. She pulled her hair aside and put it over her shoulder. She reached behind and turned the water on hotter. It hit her neck and back. She pulled her shoulders back and stuck her chest out as an immediate reaction. The water felt so good. She didn’t want to leave it. Just wanted to stay there forever with the hot water falling over her.
This beautiful moment crashed around her though. An icy chill pierced her skin and swallowed all the warmth that had once been there. She quickly stepped away from it and shivered. She reached down and around the beam of ice and shut the water off.
The shower curtain was sliced back open and she yanked a towel from the rack. She draped it over her shoulders and rung the water out of her hair onto the rug. She grabbed both edges of the towel and tightened it around her for warmth. After about three minutes she moved it to wrap across her chest and back and it came down to her hips. She walked out and into her room. She grabbed her pajamas and dropped the towel. She put on her clothes quickly and then lay down on her bed.
She looked at her ceiling. Her hand raised and she outlined all the stains and lines with her finger. She could even point out all the small holes from thumbtacks from when she had her band posters and the hot guy of the week up there. She got really freaked out from the men’s eyes watching her though so she stopped putting them up.
She rolled over and looked at her clock. It only said 8:17pm. She couldn’t go to bed yet because then she would wake up way too early and mess up her sleeping pattern. She sighed and got up.
Once she walked out of her room she walked into the kitchen for something to eat. Eating past eight wasn’t supposed to be very good, but she could care less. She opened the cupboard and found some microwave popcorn. She pulled a pack out and peeled off the plastic cover. She opened the door of the microwave and stuck the pack in there and hit ‘popcorn’.
Anna paced back and forth on the linoleum floor. She started to slowly spin around and she heard the loud alarm of the popcorn being done yelling at her, but it sounded faint and far away. She kept track of all the things that passed her eyes every time that she spun. She just wanted to close her eyes and forget what was where but her body wouldn’t let her. She stopped all at once and wobbled around and almost lost her balance. She looked at the lit up window and the screen that flashed the words ‘Food is ready’. Her hand pulled the handle open and the strong aroma of butter filled her nostrils and she held it there. She took two fingers and pinched the end of the bag and swung it around and dropped it on the counter. It burnt her hand if she held it for too long.
She opened the cabinet above her head and pulled out a large metal bowl and poured the freshly popped kernels into the bowl. She threw away the bag and closed everything up before setting the bowl on the table and turning on the TV. Some cartoon about a laughing sponge was on, but she put on channel two. It was only the weather.
“The winds are pretty strong tonight so we strongly suggest you bring your trashcans and anything else hanging around inside unless you want it blown away.” The woman on the TV said, pointing to some swirl on the map.
“Oh yeah, now you tell me.” Anna said and changed it to channel seven.
“There’s been a missing persons report filed today for a twenty three-year-old male. He hasn’t been at work for two days and the police have checked out his house. It looks like it’s been untouched for days.” The man sitting behind a desk said.
“Now let’s look at that clip again of what Detective Hansen had to say.” A woman sitting next to the man said. The screen switched to a man with grey hair on his upper lip, but not much on his head. Lights of cameras flashed and muffled voices could be heard.
“All that is known is that he’s twenty three, male, has brown hair, brown eyes, and is six feet tall. There’s no other information that we can give out at this time, but once more description is sent to us, we’ll let you know.” And that was all that was shown. That made her think of Craig. Sounded like him too, but he had just called her today, so it couldn’t be.
She sighed and turned the TV off as a program about car accidents came on. The smell of butter reminded her that she had made popcorn. Now she was wondering why she had made it. She didn’t want to waste it but she wasn’t really hungry. She pulled a bag out of the drawer. It was one of those bit zip lock bags and she poured the popcorn in there. Then she set it on the counter.
The clock showed 9:35pm. She gave in and walked over to her bedroom. She pulled the sheets back and slipped into her bed. She turned on her radio, and the rock music she still liked to listen to, played. She turned onto her side and looked at the wall. She couldn’t actually see it with the lights off, but she knew it was there. She watched it and expected something to happen. Anything. She thought that, maybe, just maybe, something already was happening and she just couldn’t see it. But then she tossed this idea and let her mind wander, but still watched the wall. Soon enough her eyes closed after much resistance and she fell into a black slumber.
