"Get me out of here." I whispered to myself for the thousandth time in just the three hours that I've been stuck in this small, dark, damp, building. It smelled of mold and like someone might have died in here not too long ago. I rubbed the swollen part of the back of my head again. Thankfully, it wasn't getting bigger. Those bastards threw me in here with a bag over my head but the bag didn't act as any kind of cushioning when my head slammed into the hard concert wall. The only window was about seven feet above me. There wasn't one slick of furniture in the room to stand on so there was no way I could reach the window to try to escape. It was useless to even think about. I was stuck in here. I stood up and instantly regretted it. The room spun causing me to lean up against the cold wall for support. I closed my eyes to steady myself. When I opened them I breathed a sigh of relief and began pacing the small room. My legs felt a little bit wobbly but I couldn't stand just sitting around doing nothing. I paced for about twenty minutes before I heard a loan moaning noise coming from behind one of the walls. Was there another room next to mine and was there another prisoner like me? I put my ear up to the wall and heard the moan again. "Hey!" I screamed and pounded on wall with my fists. "Hey, is someone there? Help!" I listened but there was no response. The moaning stopped and was replaced with a high pitched shrill. I dropped to my knees and covered my hands over my ears. After a long sixty seconds passed the noise stopped. I uncovered my ears and stood back up. I stared at the wall and noticed it was cracking. I stepped back just in time for the wall to collapse and a huge alien like creature to step in and stand before me. It was skinny but it's head was huge. It's eyes were sunken so deep into it's head, it didn't even have a nose, and it's mouth was all teeth. Or fangs I could say. The whole creature emitted a yellow color gas that smelt like rain. It raised a skinny hand toward me with his palm upward. For some reason I wasn't afraid and I took his hand greedily. The creature let out another high pitched shrill and then ran through the way it came, dragging me along. The funny thing was I didn't see any sign of the people who kidnapped me and the other was the creature seemed to know it's way through all the long hallways. The creature dragged me into another room which only had a bed and a tv in it. "Are we safe now?" I asked the creature but it said nothing. It stared at me for a long time before it open it's mouth and a long slimy tentacle came out of it and wrapped around my throat. It squeezed tighter and tighter then threw me onto the bed. I heaved for air but before I could catch my breath the creature was on top of me and pinning my arms and legs down with multiple tentacles coming from it's mouth. Before I even could guess what was happening the creature was tearing my clothes into shreds. "NO!" I screamed as loud as I could. "Get off of me! You bastard!" Tears ran down my cheeks like waterfalls. "God, save me please!"
"So you ARE coming to my Halloween party, right?" Tracy's raspy voice nagged me for the tenth time today. I threw my math textbooks into my locker and dragged out my heavy science books. I turned around and saw her peering eyes and bright smile. "If I say 'yes', will you finally leave me alone?" "8o'clock sharp. Don't be late!" She flipped her long auburn hair and strutted away. I sighed and slammed my back against the cold metal locker. I closed my eyes and tried to ease the pain in my head. Halloween parties. It's all everyone talked about. Me? I just wanted to stay home and sleep. "Hey, sweet lips." I heard a deep male voice whisper in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked around me but there was no one there. Great. I ignored it and walked down the hall to my next class.
It was June 23rd 2016. Aaron and I were on slowly gliding across the dancefloor in soft rhythm to the music that the DJ played. His hands were lightly cupping my waist and I entwined my arms around his neck and ran my fingers across the back of his neck. He smiled at me a beautiful smile which made it hard for me to stop blushing. His eyes held my attention with so much love it was almost overwhelming. That moment was so perfect that I never wanted it to end. When the song was over the mood changed when the DJ played a fast beat and everyone crammed onto the dancefloor jumping and pumping their fist in air. We left around 12:15am. During the car ride home, Aaron put on classical music and I fell into a light sleep. He woke me with a sweet kiss on the lips. It was the most loving gesture I had ever received.
I always feel like I have to be someone completely different to gain your approval. I looked up to you when I was younger. I wanted to be just like you. I felt so lucky to have a big brother especially since my birth father and adoptive father both bailed on me. You protected me but the older I got the less love you showed me. You became hard, cold and distance. I suddenly felt like a stranger to you. Now, I always feel dread whenever we get together at a family gathering. People tell me I shouldn't care what you think or say to me. They tell me to just ignore you and forget it. You always criticize everything about me. You made me feel so insecure about everything. Nothing was good enough.
Our world was never perfect. Wars, finical crisis, pollution, damn potholes. It was far from perfect but most people founds ways to work around the worlds quirks. However, now? Now we all live in Hell.
It was July 10th, 2018. I woke up early that morning to the sound of sirens wailing and people screaming and shouting like I had been for a while now. I sat straight up on the twin sized cot I had been restlessly sleeping on for the past few nights. I looked around the tiny, worn down shack. Aaron was no where in sight and I didn't dare call out his name and take the risk of someone finding our hiding spot. I threw the blanket to the side and swung my legs over the bed and set my bare feet onto the cold concrete floor. It actually felt nice to feel the cold on part of my body. This July has been unbearably hot. I was already dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a dark green tank top. My chin length black hair fell right into place as it always did. I grabbed a can of peaches from my back pack in the corner of the one room shack. After I scarfed down the entire can I paced for a half an hour just waiting for Aaron to come back for me. However, I couldn't wait any longer. I took a hand gun out of Aaron's duffel bag, made sure it was loaded and made sure I had extra weapons and ammo in the duffel bag and back pack. I grabbed both bags and slowly, with my gun drawn, walked out of the shack set way back in the woods. I was on my own for now.
My mind is empty as I stare at the blank screen in front of me. I have so much to say but I don't know how to say it. I write to express thoughts, feelings and emotions. Do I want to write a love story so I can try to explain how wonderful and complex and awful love is? Should it have a happy or sad ending? Should the story be about a high school couple finally getting married or maybe about a mother and daughter struggling to co-exist with each other? Or do I want to write about a fantasy world to try to express the need to escape from the trails of this life and try and find something a little more easier to handle but harder to explain? Words start to form on the screen as my fingers dance across my keyboard. Words become sentences, sentences become pages, pages become chapters and soon I feel fulfilled. My stresses melt away and I can feel more relaxed when I see my characters interact with each other. Their lives are just started as mine feels like it's ending.