Let the Sunshine In
"Ugh."
The door slammed, the bed creaked, and a loud thump sounded throughout the empty house. Sitting on the edge of his bed, with his head in his hands, he tried to gain a moment's rest. He felt as if he hadn't slept in a week and a half. He knew very well he hadn't. He couldn't go on like this for much longer without it affecting his ghost fighting. There was only so long you could go on ectoplasmic energy.
Standing up, he brushed the dust off his mirror. He glanced at his hallowed reflection and inspected it, looking at his features. The way he resembled both his parents in one person. Human genetics were incredible in his mind.
"Damn," he muttered. He opened a drawer and felt around in its empty wooden basin, wondering if there was anything left. He closed it when he realized it had been emptied. Oddly enough, his furniture was still in the room. He sashayed over to this window and pulled back the curtains, disturbing the dust that had settled on the baby blue fabric of his youth.
As a cloud of dust wafted around him, sunlight poured into the room, surprising him so much that he stepped back a little bit. He was so out of it he forgot it was still light out. The setting sun cast rays of orange, pink, yellow and red across the sky's canvas, like delicate watercolors. He smiled a bit, glad for the light. He expected to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, but wasn't surprised when he didn't. As his powers grew, his body temperature dropped. It was odd.
He struggled to remember just what had happened the past forty-eight hours. He remembered fighting, always fighting – the Revolution was growing stronger and larger by the day. He was battling ghosts that were far more powerful and far more motivated than himself, but he always came back to this place to remind him why he was still fighting in this war.
"I wish I had taken better care of this room," the boy muttered. There was dust absolutely everywhere. Sighing, he trudged out of his bedroom, sunlight glittering in the hallway through the windows. All the doors were shut, and there was even a thin layer of dust on the floor. As he went down the stairs, he noticed that the carpet on the stairs had been ripped up. Along with the hall carpet.
And the kitchen had been emptied of furniture, floor tiles, and appliances.
And the family room had been emptied of all forms of life, including the full floor carpet.
And the sunlight continued to filter into the room, illuminating the dust particles he was kicking up into the air. The house almost breathed when it was empty of all life. He wondered just how much time had passed since they left. He didn't recall them taking all the furniture out. Did they move? Did something happen to them? He hoped not.
A wailing siren sounded in the distance. He glanced out the window, sunlight still creating patterns on the bare wooden floors. He looked outside, seeing the partially destroyed apartments right across the street. A warning siren. Ghosts were coming. The Revolution was coming. Again.
Danny stretched his arms and looked around, wishing he wasn't constantly tired. And wondering why they had left his furniture in his room.
"Maybe a place for me to return to," he muttered, half-smiling, but burdened with the knowledge that he would spend the rest of forever in this house.
As he bounded outside into the war-zone, he wished, as he always did, that he would one day remember the day he finally died.
I finished reading "Beowulf" today for my AP English class. It was a good story, and it slightly influenced the writing style. I love the style that Beowulf was written in. Or, at least, I love the style that Seamus Heaney translated Beowulf into. I also wanted to use the title "Let the Sunshine In" (from the song Aquarius from the movie Hair) since we're doing that song in band. It's such a jazzy song and everyone absolutely loves it, and it has such an upbeat, well, beat... so I thought it would be amusing to write something slightly depressing with that title. I dunno. It was random, I wrote it in fifteen minutes, I'm tired now. Buh bye.