Hello everyone.
I'm a new writer.
This is my first story.
I suck.
But you know, I have a great plot for this one.
It's a romance of Jonah and an OC. This one chapter is short.
It'll get better, I promise.
Haha. Well. Enjoy.
The only thing stopping me from knocking on that door was the silent screams I could hear coming from behind it. I'm scared, even frightened to death. I peered out the window, wide-eyed, from another scream heard. Every time they have a gathering, EVERY time after people had left that house, the Aikman's house. It is like they forgot someone behind in that house, and the people living in the house torture every poor soul that was left behind, it happens every time.
I shut the book in my hand, not going to be able to concentrate. I looked at the baggy cream pajamas on my bed deciding whether or not to change, but obviously I was not going to get any sleep. I looked out my window again, my eyes scanning the house across of mine. The screams where coming from a man, and it sounded awful. I frowned and bit my lip, a habit I had, and I shut my eyes tightly. Inhale. Exhale. My eyes snapped open, and I ran out my room.
I ran down the stairs of my house I knew shouldn't knock on their door, but I just felt I had to. My mom and dad were at work, and yes, they are workaholics. I'm always alone in the house. Most of the time I wonder if I even have parents. My hand slowly turned the knob of the front door. I walked out and shut the door lightly then looked across. The screams were even louder outside. I ran over to the other house calmly. I seemed calm outside, but in the inside I was scared to death.
What was I going to say?
I held a fist to the door, and hesitated before I lightly knocked on the door. A few minutes had passed by, and instead of screams I could hear faint whispers, many faint whispers, the whispers were close, it was as if people were whispering in my ear. And so I decided to superannuate from standing on the Aikman's porch. I got chills running up and down my spine. As I walked down the stairs of the porch the door creaked open. I looked back and saw a teenage boy about my age.
He had dark hair-almost black, and his skin was milky white. My eyes scanned his face, and his eyes were a stunning blue. I could see loneliness in his eyes, unloved, hurt, anger, sadness, scared.
The boy looked at me then he asked, "Hi, may I help you?" his eyebrow was up in curiosity.
"Oh… Uh. I'm Harley Green, I live across the street," I pointed at my house, walking back up the stairs, "And… I heard… screaming earlier. Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Screaming? I'm sorry, but I didn't hear any screaming," he said, his eyebrow still up.
"Oh," I felt stupid I swear I heard screaming earlier! This period of silence made me blush from embarrassment.
"Help… Me…" a women's whisper chimed in my ear, and it sent chills down my back. I looked around my ambiance only to see no one but him.
"Did… you hear that?" I asked wide-eyed at the boy, but he seemed to be staring at something next to me, but nothing was there.
"N-no. I didn't hear a thing," he said a bit wide-eyed. The temperature was changing rapidly, and suddenly it was so cold. I hugged my arms shivering, and ran my hands up and down my arms. "Wow. It is so cold," I looked to my side and gasped as I was shoved. The boy had pushed me, and I looked at him confused.
He looked at me and said, "Sorry about that… Did… you see her?" seeming ambiguous.
I shook my head and with wide eyes and said, "But I think I heard her," warmth returning into my arms.
"R-really? What'd she say?" he asked a bit shocked.
I hesitated then spoke, "Help me… What's going on?" I asked as I saw my mother's car pull into my driveway.
"Uh. I don't really know, but I'll explain later."
"Good. My mother is back. I need to go, I'll come back-"
"Tomorrow morning. I'm Jonah by the way, Jonah Aikman." He cut my sentence. I held out my hand to shake his hand, usually what you do when you meet someone new. He took it and shook my hand, his hands were cold, mine were really warm compared to his.
"Alright Jonah, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," my voice kind of shaky from what happened. I let go of his hand, but he stayed holding mine. He looked at me in a way I couldn't understand, his blue eyes locked on my dark brown ones. I blinked at how tight he held my hand. He snapped out of the trance he was in and let go of my hand clearing his throat.
"Uh… right." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "See you tomorrow," Jonah tore his gaze from my face. He proceeded to his door.
"Bye! Try to have a goodnight!" I yelled running down his porch to his lawn, to cross the street. And I could hear him yell back 'you too'.
I ran to my mother's car and asked her if she needed any help. She just smiled down at me and said no. She told me I should sleep now so I told her goodnight and I ran up to my room. I looked down at my bed, and there it was. My baggy cream pajamas waiting for me to change into it.