So I just kinda started writing and this popped up. I've never written a story like this, so of course it's going to be a bit rough around the edges. But here's to tests and challenges and trying new things. Without this, how do I expect to grow as writer? Well, the answer is I wouldn't grow at all, pretty obviously duh. Hehe, I'm a smart one. Enjoy.
In the depth of the night, she sleeps peacefully. No one in the world sees this side of her. Ever. She hides it very well. To some reality, there probably is no reason for the way she normally acts. Maybe it's all self-defense. Just to protect herself. Protect her from a disturbing, cold, unwelcoming world. Nah, that's silly. Maybe she just wants to have fun. She doesn't want to grow up and doesn't want to accept responsibility. So acting like a child ensures she will never have to succumb to the demands of a fast-paced, new-aged society. There, that sounds like the correct explanation.
Either way, she's asleep right now. Not bothering anyone (mainly because there isn't anyone in close enough proximity to bother. She's an erratic sleeper, you see). In her awake state she isn't quite so tranquil. But, hey, even a hyper-active wildcat of a person needs the proper rest.
Much to her dismay, her cell phone blares the agitating ringtone she picked out weeks ago just to provoke her uptight classmate and best friend, a miss Koyomi Mizuhara. Oh, how her plan is backfiring on her now, as the ringtone has now become the bane of her existence. Violently, she rips free from the cocoon she created within her blankets, yanks the phone off the nightstand next to her desk and answers, her voice letting the caller know the late rude awaking was not appreciated at all. "What?"
"Tomo?"
"Who else do you expect to answer my phone!" The young woman/girl/child wished she possessed the power to reach into the phone a punch the caller in the face. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "It's three in the morning, you had better be calling me for a good reason. If not then-"
"Tomo, I have no time to explain, but you have to get to Kagura's house. Now."
The girl in question looked at her cell phone, the number listed on the caller ID was unfamiliar to her. "Who is this? I don't just follow orders from st-"
"NOW!" The caller hung up.
Tomo, more confused than ever, stared at her phone for a few moments before sitting up. She debated going back to sleep, but the eeriness of the call dragged her from her nest. She didn't bother changing out of her pajamas, opting to just throw some tennis shoes on. Quietly, trying her best not awaken her parents, she began to make her way to her living room. As she was in front of her parents room, her cell phone went off yet again. Startled, she scrambled to answer the phone as quickly as possible (why hadn't she turned off the ringer, she cursed herself). "What," she whispered into the phone.
"I forgot to mention, be careful. Don't bother saving anyone. Knock three times, and three times only when you get to the front door." The caller hung up suddenly again.
"What the hell…" The door Tomo was standing in front of, which was slightly cracked, began to open. Shit, my parents are awake. "Mom, dad, I'm sor…ry…for…" Tomo couldn't finish her sentence. The people who stood in the doorway weren't Tomo's parents. Well, they were, just not really. Tomo, eyes wide in disbelief, was frozen in place the snarling, bloody figures of her parents made their way to her. Her "dad" grabbed her arm. Tomo screamed, kicked her "father" away from her and ran to her front door. Her house never seemed so large before, and almost eternity passed before she reached the front door and was outside the house. She breathed heavily and fell to the floor, facing the door. "What in the world?"
A part of her wanted to cry at that moment. What had happened to her parents? Those… things in the house weren't her parents. Their eyes were cold, dark and murderous. They walked with death written all over their bodies. But they were alive. But they didn't look alive. What was going on? The door knob started to wiggle. Shit… Even though they looked like her parents, Tomo knew they were far from the people she loved. She got up to begin the journey to Kagura's house. Why her house? When she turned to face her neighborhood her jaw dropped at the chaotic scene before her. Cars were crashed into each other, bodies were all over the floor and some houses were on fire. I slept through all this…? She didn't have time to take in the entire scene as she noticed a group of people heading in her direction. People just like her parents… Just then the door behind her busted open. "Great… Time to run…"
Harhar, me writing a horror. My other stories will be updated... eventually... I'll get around to it, promise. Just stick around and you shall be rewarded. Til next time.