Fallen pt. 2Blackness. All there had been was blackness. No sound. No feeling. No smell. Nothing. I had finally thought that I had met the end, freezing cold, unable to move because my very blood was thickening and turning into nothing but sludge in my veins, and sliding away. I hadn't really cared though, I was still too drunk to even notice. Why should I? I was just another junky dying by myself, no connections in this world, no one to leave behind, no one who would miss me, and nothing to care about when I was gone.
But then this warmth began filling me, flowing into my body and spreading all the way from my toes to the tips of my fingers as it pulled me back, leaving the darkness behind as I heard my heart start beating again. There were hands touching me, holding my waist tightly and gently cradling the back of my head as I gasped in a desperate breath, trying to fill my empty lungs again. I opened my eyes, looking straight up into the softest lilac colored orbs, looking back at me with such
Fallen pt. 1He was curled up on the ground beneath one of the parks many bare trees, a light layer of snow covering his body form the impending storm. The silvery flakes frosted the ends his ebony hair, sticking out from beneath a black and red striped stocking hat pulled low over his eyes. He reeked of alcohol, I could smell it from where I was standing on the other side of the sidewalk. The poor thing's heart beat was slowing by the minute, the tiny clouds of vaporized breath gradually getting smaller as the shivers wracking his frame became less violent.
It was the same man that I had seen earlier today, walking through the park on the arm of some older man, just like he had the day before, and a few days before that. I had been sketching the few other people in the park with me. An elderly man bundled in so many layers of scarves that I could hardly see his face as he fed the few birds that stayed around for the winter months, a new couple playing in the snow with their young son, building a s
Z-Day Pt.1"Shit," I gritted out, dragging myself back behind the dumpster as best I could. I could hear the groans of the few remaining undead getting closer as their shuffling steps approached. My trembling fingers loaded more bullets into my only chance of surviving this attack, desperately begging my fingers to steady themselves as the bullet slipped from them again. I frantically wiped my hand against my shirt, trying to clean the blood off my fingers so I could actually hold onto the bullets I needed. The burning feeling was making its way steadily up my left arm, almost worthless to me now as I slipped in the last bullet and pulled the useless limb in close to me.
The shuffling was so close now I could smell the decay wafting off the mangled bodies, peeking around the corner to see that I was right. There were five more of the disgusting creatures lumbering their way toward me, and two who had stopped to begin tearing into the freshly dead bodies on the street. I grimaced, bracing myself a
11. SecretI was holding the notebook in my hand, looking at the last thing he had written out before he threw the thing at me in anger, listening to the sound of the shower running in the other room.
I haven't spoken in eleven years you asshole!
A mute. That stupid cat had lead me to a mute kid. What the hell was I going to do with someone that I couldn't even talk with? And one who threw the only method of communication we had at me when he got angry? I sighed, letting my head fall back against the couch as I tried to think.
After he had thrown the notebook at me it had taken almost an hour to coax him into even looking at me again, bribing him with a hot shower and soap so he could wash the dirt off his face. Not to mention that he still smelled like the alley I had taken him from, and that smell was more than unpleasant. He had grudgingly agreed, but had made sure that I wasn't going to be anywhere near him when he made his way into my small bathroom, locking the door behind him for good meas
Z-Day Pt.2This was strange. I was warm. Something that I haven't felt in months paired with such softness that I began thinking that maybe I hadn't made it out of that alley. Maybe I had been ripped apart by those monsters like the rest of my friends and this was that happy afterlife that I had heard so much about. Was I floating on a cloud somewhere like I had been told I would when I was little? Or was I somewhere much hotter than that, the reason for the warmth? Well, whatever it was, it sure was comfortable.
"Hey, you awake?" I heard, a warm hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. I opened my eyes, recognizing that voice and searching for the one who was speaking. The first thing that my eyes met when they opened though, was the barrel of a gun, pointed straight at my forehead.
"W-What the fuck!" I cried, panicking and scrambling backward until my back hit the wall, looking around trying to take in my new surroundings.
The room was dim, widows covered in the newest trend of two by fours
7. AlleyIt's the second day straight of fog. Everywhere was choked in the soupy whiteness, so think that it was impossible to see more than half a block in any direction. It was almost like the town had been eaten by the strange weather, or we were floating on some cloud instead of being planted firmly on the Earth. Walking over the bridge to get home had honestly freaked me out too, the thick fog swallowing the water below and the sky above, leaving me in this strange eerie tunnel to nowhere. Once you got over the feeling of terror though, it was actually sort of cool.
But that's not really where I was trying to go with this.
In fact, it's just a little part of what I really wanted to write down because honestly, if I didn't finally get this down somewhere I would start thinking that it wasn't true myself, even though I'm living through it right now. I guess I'm just having a little trouble writing it out, considering that I was never really the writing type. It was a miracle that I even pass
77. Running AwayHe was dozing on the couch now, stretched out and snoring lightly after he had finished scarfing down his meal and leaving me to wash the heap of dishes he had left in his wake. After grumbling to myself for a while I had lapsed into thoughtful silence, thinking about what I was going to do next.
I knew that I couldn't just throw him out, but I couldn't really keep him here forever, could I? There had to be some way that I could get him to tell me why he ran away from home, and maybe if I could get him to tell me I could try and fix the problem. But he was so secretive, so jumpy, so distrusting I didn't know if there was even a way that I would be able to get him to open up enough that I would be able to so much as get the reason. What if I offended him and he stopped communicating with me? What if I pressed him to hard and he took off? And what if I did learn the reason? Would it be horrible? Dark? Or just another stupid teen reason like not getting to borrow the car to go out with fr
2. Hardship"Twenty-eight ninety-five," I said, holding my hand out for the money and making change for the bouncy girl clutching her new death metal CDs. "Have a nice day," I called after her, watching her practically skip out the door again as I picked up my newspaper. Who would have thought a little blond with pigtails and a rainbow Pretty Pony shirt would have been a die heard fan of music that scared the crap outta me at the best of times?
I scanned through the classifieds, more of a time killer than actually looking for anything specific as I looked through the pet section. I've always wondered what it would be like to have a dog, but my apartment didn't allow pets other than things that could be kept in an aquarium. Strange that that very rule had led me to one morning discover a tarantula the size of my hand named Frank that seemed to be having the best time sleeping under my pillow. I had no problem later that morning explaining to Frank's owner, also known as my neighbor Andrew that I, i
52. Too LateI woke up when I felt the mattress dip next to me, mind still foggy as I tried to figure out just what it was that was so warm next to me. I faintly felt the comforter moving around, sliding over my skin as the something lifted them up, letting in a gust of cold air before it snuggled in close to me. The chill was immediately replaced with radiating heat, the something fitting itself against me with a soft sigh.
I cracked an eye open, just enough to see through the dark and look down at the something that had made itself at home right against me in the way that only one person ever had. His head was resting on my arm, a hand finding mine as he wove his fingers with my own and pressed his back flush against my front, fitting even the curve of his bent legs along with mine.
"Silas," I murmured, leaning into his warmth and wrapping my other arm around his waist.
"Awake or sleep talking?" he asked softly.
"Awake now," I murmured, moving my head in close enough that I could nuzzle the back