Like Eating Glass-Chapter 1
Don't ask me where this title comes from and don't ask my why all my titles recently have started with the word 'like,' I don't know why and it's kind of bugging me; but enough about that. I've got a really good feeling about the story. I don't know for sure where I want to go with it but I've got some ideas and I'm really working hard to get better with internal thoughts and descriptive imagery. Tell me what you think about the story, about the descriptions, give me hints about where to go, please give me some feedback. Incase you didn't know, I don't own Flashpoint, I don't really own anything except a ton of college loans, so on that note...
"Emily? Emily, just focus on me right now. Let's just take a deep breath here." Jules spoke calmly, her head barely showing from behind the heavy metal shield that Wordy held in front of them in his left hand.
"No, no, no! Just get out. Just let me do this...I have to do this." Tears ran down Emily's face as she cried openly. The gun shook in her small hands. It looked huge in her tiny fingers, splayed thinly against the dark metal. Her hands were a ghostly white color as she squeezed the grip of the gun with all her might and had her finger stretched and resting cautiously on the trigger.
"Emily, Emily you are so brave sweetheart. You're twelve years old, is that right?" Jules asked as the girl nodded her head shakily. She was keeping eye contact but she kept the gun trained on the man before her. "Wow, I wasn't as brave as you are when I was twelve. You're standing up for yourself and that's really hard to do but I promise you, Emily, I promise you that he will never hurt you again." Jules ended confidently but Emily didn't seem to believe the message.
Her bare feet stood on the cold tile floor. It was the early part of the winter but it was still freezing cold out. He saw a shiver rise through her body and reach her arms and hands as she subtly shook. She seemed even more frail as she quivered and bit her lip. Wordy heard the chatter in his ear, the team speaking to each other, possibly to him but he didn't listen. He was stuck on the blood.
"No...no." She said softly, more to herself than anyone else in the room. It was silent except for the whipping wind hitting the loose shingles of the small house. "I should have done this a long time ago." She steadied her hands as she cocked the hammer back and the muscles tightened in her hand.
The wind itself seemed silenced as the ringing of gunshot filled the air.
I know, super shot and a cliffhanger, I'm sorry. Good news: I extensively outlined this story; seriously, it took me about three hours to get this outline written, it's intense. Bad news: I'm really really tired and I think I'm going to go to bed early. I was expecting to be able to post a few chapters tonight but that doesn't look like it's happening. Other bad news: my wrist is killing me. You guys know how I'm accident prone...well...yeah...we'll see how that turns out. More to come soon, give me some review candy please.
