I am starting a short stories series called The Earthlings. I really hope you guys are going to enjoy it! :)
I am offering the first few chapters for free but the rest of the chapters after that will only be offered to patron's only. https://www.patreon.com/JennBlueEyes I hope you understand and will help support me with this new venture. This is my first time ever charging anyone for stories I have written and I am really excited and slightly nervous about it.
I'm almost finished with the first chapter so expect updates soon! :D
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OPEN YOUR EYES! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! This isn't real. You're right. It's not. It can't be. There is no way that this is real. WAKE UP!
"AH!" I jolted upright in my single size hospital bed. The screaming woke me up. Again. It wasn't my screams though. It was coming from down the hall. I heard it everyday and every night. The girl, probably the same age as me, screamed it all the time. 'This isn't real!'she would go on and on to say. I wondered what she was talking about. What wasn't real? I've been told by my fellow mentally challenged peers that she wasn't allowed to have visitors or be out of her room for more than thirty minutes a day. I have no idea what she looks like. I just know she is in the room down the hall from me and that she is even more messed up than I am apparently.
"I screamed, probably letting everyone know where we were, and then it jumped and lounged straight for me."
I covered my head with my arms and bent my upper half of my body over Aaron. I heard a loud growl in my heard, then a loud band, a whimper, and silence. I was scared to open my eyes. "Jenny?" I opened my eyes and looked up and up and up.
"PATRICK!" I yelled. A huge smile crept onto my face but he keeled down and covered his palm over my mouth.
"Ssshh!" He said and looked down at Aaron's head on my lap, who, surprisingly, was still asleep. "Is he alright?" His eyes held a lot of concern but I reassured him that Aaron would be fine.
"I can't believe it's you!" I whispered with a lot of enthusiasm for a girl in my situation. I gently placed Aaron's head on the ground and I jumped up, threw my arms around Patrick's neck, he held me in a tight hug, I closed my eyes, and then I went back in time.
I try not to think about you. It hurts too much. It has been a long time since I cried over you. The last time was the Sunday that you moved away. I was hoping to see you at church but you weren't there. I cried during the service and in the shower when I got home. I cried over you today. Why? Not because I love you so much that I just miss you and want to see you again. No. That is not it. It's because I start to think too much. My mind and heart are dangerous places for me. I just kept thinking about the past and then the present and it was very depressing for me.
Have you ever wondered if God is actually real? Of course you have. You feel the pain that life brings you and you wonder "if God really loved me, why is he doing this?" It's something we all face at some point in our lives. What would happen if we actually saw God, though?
I am sick of this, Ty!" I yelled at the bottom of the staircase to my husband who was packing his suitcase and going on yet another "business trip". "You keep running away from it all. We have to talk about this. Please!"