|Alone (standard:drama, 1009 words)|
|Author: Charlotte D'Espoir||Added: Jul 08 2003||Views/Reads: 1832/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a short story where a girl is faced with powers she can barely understand and must face the troubles that come with it. This is a story where everyone can relate to at least once in their life. A story of a girl who in the end is truly alone.|
Sometimes when you close your eyes and the dark fills in, sometimes everything swirls and an enigma spills around, and all you can think about is nothing but everything all at once. Sometimes, when you look into the vortex of vivid colors you see things. Things that you shouldn't be able to see. Sometimes, I like to look in there. I watch as faces swim by and I watch events fold out in front of me like someone in poker showing their hand. A humming fills my head and soon the humming and visions match and beat out a story only I can follow. I have seen many things and many things have happened. But tonight when I was resting and looked into the darkness, I wasn't prepared for what greeted my eyes. No swirling colors filled my sight. No soft vibrations, nor humming. A loud roar and a bright flash then a flood of events. One thing happening, then another practically on top of each other. Bang, bang, bang. Like each event was a drop of water and Niagara Falls was being forced into a pocket of space. Then I saw the end and a bright flash of white filled everything. I heard, in the distance, someone screaming, and I realized that it was me. I pried my eyes open and tried to focus on something around me. I had stopped screaming but I still couldn't see that well and the roaring noise was still in the background. I concentrated on breathing, slowly, in and out. Eventually the roaring noise ceased all together and I could see clearly again. I looked around without moving. My face pressed against the soft carpet. I pushed myself up, and a moan escaped as a wave of nausea flowed through me. I curled up into a ball and cried. I drew myself up into a sitting position I wiped the dried remnants of a hard cry off my face and slid my shaky fingers through my hair. I stood up and the world spun, I turned to my left to face away from the dizziness and my face met up with the floor somehow, then gravity flipped and I was lying down, a ringing filling my ears. Not a choir of angels ringing, but a fire alarm ringing. The swirls came and then there was nothing. I was sitting on a giant calculator, my father's face looming above my own. His thunderous voice bellowing for me to do it. “ADD IT ALL UP, WHATCHA GUNNA DO NOW?! AD IT ALL UP!!! DON'T MAKE A MISTAKE!!!!” I looked down in terror at the buttons below my feet. The calculator stretched for miles it seemed. All the buttons the size of dinner tables, and instead of numbers, there were faces. Then a distant noise filtered in. a constant pulsation. Almost similar to a fire alarm. The sound increased in volume till it was ear-shattering throb. I fell to my knees and covered my ears and screamed. Then everything melted away and I could hear myself mumbling. I opened my eyes, then quickly shut them and rolled over to hide from the bright stream of sunlight that had temporarily blinded me. The smell of my new carpet filled my senses and once again I opened my eyes to be greeted by the soft black curls of my rug. The throbbing noise now was softer and I stretched my arm out to the top of my dresser and turned off my alarm clock. It was 7:15 am. I had school. Then I remembered my visions, my body shook with fear and I put it to the back of my mind. It was something I had learned to do when I was little. I had also learned when I was little, that no matter what you do, there is nothing you can do to change it. Everything will happen eventually. I threw on some clean clothes and schlumped down the stairs. I greeted my mom and hid the tears. I held her tight and buried my face in her hair. I concentrated on her scent. It was lavender, just like her eyes, just like the house. My throat closed and fat tears rolled down my cheeks in steady streams. She pushed me back and looked into my eyes. “What's wrong, honey?” Her eyes filled with worry. “Just thinking about Dad. I'm fine, hurry up, or you'll be late, eh?” I struggled for a smile and managed a weak one. As I watched her car pull out of the driveway I felt my heart try to beat it's way out of it's cage. I turned around and shut the door. Pressing my back to the closed door, I collapsed, sobbing. ~ She was tall and slender and her dark purple suit showed this at it's best and brought out her lavender eyes. Eyes, which normally sparkled with laughter. But today they were dark with concern. She was biting on her bottom lip and carefully scanning the road for her turn off. Maybe I should call, she thought. I think I will. She reached down towards her delicate feet encased in black leather heels, and felt for her purse. Keep eyes on road, keep on watching, almost, she reached her cell phone which was in the front of the purse, but it slipped between her fingers and in reflex she snatched the phone, at the same time, jerking the wheel. Her head shot up and she swerved around a car, narrowly missing it. She hit gravel and the tires spun; she lost control of the car. The car flew off the road towards the woods. Midway a tree interrupted her flight. The crumpling metal echoed through her mind, a ticking sound followed, then a bright flash of red then white. These images, the last she ever saw, burnt into her mind forever. ~ Crouched on the floor sobbing, she heard the crumpling metal and saw the fire, and heard her mom screaming. Crouched on the floor, she was alone. Tweet
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