Christa Ann
09-10-2009, 12:48 AM
To fear
I stumbled down the street. There was no one around. I slightly turned my head back to see if he is still there and in the distance I see him. I feel hot and exhausted. I know SOMEONE had slipped something in my drink. I was only at a rock concert but I should have never put my drink down.
My fission starts to get worse and I now fear for my life. It starts to get hard for me to walk and I want to badly to throw up. I look back again and he is even closer. It is hard for me to walk but I have no other choice. I break into a run dropping me coat and running for it. The rain start to fall down making me slip I get up and he is very close now, about 10 feet away. I look ahead and scream…
“HELP ME SOME ONE!” I hear nothing. I jump back to my feet and start to run again. I get to a dark ally and fall to my knees. I shut my eyes and get back up running into something. It feels soft like cloths.
I look up and see some one with a hood over there face. I then start to feel dizzy and can no longer keep me eyes open. I lean on the person as my world fades away. My body feels worm now and there I something under my face. I am laying on something it seems but my body feels very sore. I don’t know where I am but I force my eyes open.
I am laying on a bed with some worm covers on me. I look around and see myself in a worn out missy room with news papers and some cloths on the ground. I do whatever I can to pull myself back together. I sit up a little and instantly my head start to hurt I close my eyes and lay back down covering my face with my hands. I then hear a young mans voice…
“your awake” I open my eyes and sit up again seeing a young man looking close to my age or a little older. He has dark orange hair, run down jeens, and a t-shirt, with a dark yellow hoody. I say quietly…
“y…yea… did you… what” he answered before I finished talking.
“I found you last night. You were running from some one it seems, you must have gotten spiked”
“yea… I think some one spiked my drink … thank you, so much”
“whatever… you need to go now…” he moved to the side holding the door open for me. He seems cold and a little rude to me, but I am thankful. I get up and almost fall but I catch my self right away. He slightly glares me and I run up fast to him he then says…
“my mother will get me in trouble she knows so be quiet on the way down” I walk out and turn to say thank you but then the door closed on me. I sighed and looked down the stairs. The house was dirty and worn down. I walk down quietly looking around making sure his mother would not find out. I pass a room and I see a woman’s back to me sitting in a chair.
I tip tow past her and to the door. I open it quietly and get on the other side also closing it quietly. I look to the world and know where I am right away. I see a pair of train tracks not far off in front of me. Instantly I know who he is. His name is Jason.
He is that quiet kid who every one says killed his dad. In fact I have always been afraid of him. But, now he does not seem as bad as people say he is or even how I thought he was. I sigh to my self and walk home. My head still hurts but I can only really think of him. The next day I am walking to school.
I look up at the blue sky and back to the side walk. I never told my mother....(what will happen next?)
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I stumbled down the street. There was no one around. I slightly turned my head back to see if he is still there and in the distance I see him. I feel hot and exhausted. I know SOMEONE had slipped something in my drink. I was only at a rock concert but I should have never put my drink down.
My fission starts to get worse and I now fear for my life. It starts to get hard for me to walk and I want to badly to throw up. I look back again and he is even closer. It is hard for me to walk but I have no other choice. I break into a run dropping me coat and running for it. The rain start to fall down making me slip I get up and he is very close now, about 10 feet away. I look ahead and scream…
“HELP ME SOME ONE!” I hear nothing. I jump back to my feet and start to run again. I get to a dark ally and fall to my knees. I shut my eyes and get back up running into something. It feels soft like cloths.
I look up and see some one with a hood over there face. I then start to feel dizzy and can no longer keep me eyes open. I lean on the person as my world fades away. My body feels worm now and there I something under my face. I am laying on something it seems but my body feels very sore. I don’t know where I am but I force my eyes open.
I am laying on a bed with some worm covers on me. I look around and see myself in a worn out missy room with news papers and some cloths on the ground. I do whatever I can to pull myself back together. I sit up a little and instantly my head start to hurt I close my eyes and lay back down covering my face with my hands. I then hear a young mans voice…
“your awake” I open my eyes and sit up again seeing a young man looking close to my age or a little older. He has dark orange hair, run down jeens, and a t-shirt, with a dark yellow hoody. I say quietly…
“y…yea… did you… what” he answered before I finished talking.
“I found you last night. You were running from some one it seems, you must have gotten spiked”
“yea… I think some one spiked my drink … thank you, so much”
“whatever… you need to go now…” he moved to the side holding the door open for me. He seems cold and a little rude to me, but I am thankful. I get up and almost fall but I catch my self right away. He slightly glares me and I run up fast to him he then says…
“my mother will get me in trouble she knows so be quiet on the way down” I walk out and turn to say thank you but then the door closed on me. I sighed and looked down the stairs. The house was dirty and worn down. I walk down quietly looking around making sure his mother would not find out. I pass a room and I see a woman’s back to me sitting in a chair.
I tip tow past her and to the door. I open it quietly and get on the other side also closing it quietly. I look to the world and know where I am right away. I see a pair of train tracks not far off in front of me. Instantly I know who he is. His name is Jason.
He is that quiet kid who every one says killed his dad. In fact I have always been afraid of him. But, now he does not seem as bad as people say he is or even how I thought he was. I sigh to my self and walk home. My head still hurts but I can only really think of him. The next day I am walking to school.
I look up at the blue sky and back to the side walk. I never told my mother....(what will happen next?)
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want more?..you have to ask..