Let Your Silence Sing
Chapter 1
It was a Monday when shit hit the fan. I've said it before and I'll say it again; I hate Mondays.
I rummaged through the possessions that I had grabbed today, as few as there were. I was currently keeping them in the large messenger bag I always carried with me as to hide them from prying eyes (especially those of the police). Absently, I began to hum along to the one remaining possession I owned that I hadn't been forced to sell for money; my MP3. From my bag I pulled out a stainless steel wristwatch, and a couple of wallets with, unfortunately, only about fifty dollars in total. I could probably live off that for at least two or three weeks, I decided, slowly nodding to myself and making a mental note to remember to sell that watch for food-money later.
My shoulders slumped as I leaned back against a wall. It had been a very poor day for pick pocketing. It was rainy today, so most (sane) people chose to stay indoors, making it harder to steal something of actual worth.
Of course, I wasn't stealing just because I wanted to. And I wasn't hanging out in a shack because "that's all the rage these days". Six years ago, I woke up on the streets with no memory of how I had gotten there. Or any memory at all. I knew my name but that was it. Because of this, I labeled myself an orphan. Either I had been left there deliberately, my parents had died and I truly was an orphan, or there was the possibility that I had simply been lost to them. I spent at least a year and a half near the same spot I had woken up at hoping, praying that someone was there looking for me. No such luck.
It was just me, my old fashioned MP3, and the little that was in my dirty, old messenger bag.
At this current time, I was using the shed of an old house that was near the place that I had woken up at (what can I say, I'm just fond of the place) as a base of operation. The house belonged to a recently married woman and man without children, which was lucky for me. If they had children, I probably would've been discovered. Thankfully, the couple never used the shed so I was safe for the moment.
The family, I discovered like a sneak, was going on their honeymoon later today, which to me, basically meant free rights to the house. When I learned of it, I had begun to count down the days until they left.
"Now, Desiree, you can wait until they leave to take a shower," I chided myself.
Absentmindedly, I ran a hand through my stringy hair, cringing at how greasy it had become.
"Uh, never mind. No I can't."
Growing impatient, I watched until I saw the garage door open and close and the two drove off into the night. I stayed hidden until I was sure that they were gone, and hadn't forgotten anything (It happened once. Quite an awkward time, it was. I had to hide in a coat closet.) I went over and proceeded to enter the house.
My eyebrows rose as I saw that the television inside their house was still on. I walked over and frowned at it, before glancing around until I located a remote and tried to power off the device. Nothing changed. Frowning, I clicked it again. What the heck? Were the batteries dead or something? I shifted the weight of my messenger bag to my other shoulder and I walked over to turn off the television manually.
What I got instead was the shock of my life- stupid freaking electricity!
I felt myself start to black out, and was only able to stumble back towards the couch before I passed out.
NAW: So, I have started a story! I have the entire story already written on paper. (It took only 4 days, and it's 47 pages!) And I've started a sequel that actually makes sense. As my mother kindly put it, this story is basically a bunch of random incidents that sort of make a story.
Neah: NAW doesn't own D. Gray-Man, it belongs to Katsura Hoshino! *Smug look at NAW*
NAW: *Glares over shoulder at Neah*
Allen: Please read and review!