Numb
Chapter 4
By: Kiana Darkk
AN: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I was uninspired on this particular project. Anyway, here's the next part, I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Usual ones apply. (Refer back to earlier chapters in the event of confusion.)
James asked me to marry him! Oh Goddess, I'm so happy! His only condition was that I convert...to Catholicism. Sort of gross, in a way, but then, the Goddess does not discriminate. Worship is worship no matter what form it comes in, or whose name you utter. For my final decision though, I went to Kalia. She nodded her head in an enthusiastic way. She really likes James. He's been so much of an influence since day one. Anyway, she looked up at me with those big baby eyes of hers and nodded sagely, I'd almost think, and how could I reject such wise counsel? So, it's on then. The date is set for the 21st of December. -Jillian
On Monday morning, I had just about given up. I could not find a thing to wear. It all made me look overdressed. Finally I closed my eyes, put my head in my hands, and gave a little scream. Feeling a bit calmer, I opened my eyes, and saw the solution before me.
Back in Florida, things were a lot different than they were anywhere else. At least the places I've been to. It was very laid back in Florida, sort of a do your own thing type thing. Okay, that made no sense, but then again, what does? Quickly I pulled on a pair of khakis which I had cut off mid-calf, and a blue-and-yellow striped shirt. I know what you're thinking-- dorky! But it looked good, really, it did.
I ran a quick comb through my hair, and tied it back in a regular ponytail. It looked pretty good considering. Smiling wickedly, I did the thing I knew would strike my parents' temper. I grabbed an earring, and poked it through the cartilage in my nose which had been beginning to close up. I had gotten it pierced back in Chicago before we left, as a sort of celebration-thing, and they freaked! Made me take it out right away, couldn't wait for it to close up. Ha. I brushed on some careless lipgloss, and I was ready, well almost.
On my way downstairs I grabbed a pair of socks and my skateboard. I know, skateboard; me? you don't usually think of the two words in the same sentence. I learned back in New York, because it's basically the only acceptable mode of transportation there. Surprisingly, I'm really good at it. A natural, or so I'm told. I do some trick skating too.
Down in the kitchen I snuck by my parents having breakfast and acting high-schoolish, and grabbed a piece of toast, then ran out of the door while grabbing my shoes yelling, "Love you, bye!!"
A block away, after mowing down my toast while I walked, I sat down to pull on my socks and shoes, not having taken the time to do so before. I stared at my Vans and wished with all my might that life was normal. I did not want to go to school; I wanted to go the skatepark in Chicago and while away those precious eight hours there. I wanted everyone to get off my case, but most of all, I had The Urge.
No, not to Herbal. I had that reckless feeling inside of me today. I needed to be out on my own, alone, away from the suckiness of the world. I needed this because I wanted...I wanted to be around people, I wanted to be a part of them, I wanted to laugh at them, sneer, and point. That was not a good thing to want. I knew then, if I did, they'd lash out, and I'd lash right back. Who knew why? Just because...
So I shook my head, and headed off in the opposite direction of Widow's Vale High. Stopping at the first payphone I came to, I popped in a quarter and dime, and dialed up the attendance office's number, which I had memorized in anticipation of this.
"Widow's Vale High School. How may I help you?" The voice was nasally, pinched, and definitely female. Only women can sound that stuck-up over the phone.
"Hi," I said, imitating my mother's voice, "I'm Jillian Dennings, Kalia Dennings' mother. I'm calling to say that she won't be in today due to illness."
"Oh, well I'm very sorry to hear that. Thank you for calling. Good-bye."
"Bye," I hung up, and an evil smile crossed my features. Now, to find some place reasonable to board. Hopping on, I zoomed past houses and streets, stop signs, and sidewalk cracks.
It all became a blur until I found the park. It was beautiful, wonderful, perfect. Bike trails ran across the whole thing, with railings and benches all of over the place. Better yet, no one was here except for a couple of old, retired people. Eureka! I had discovered solitude!
So I went boarding all morning, then stopped around eleven to get something to eat, and take a nap. I hadn't gotten much sleep on Sunday. I was up thinking the whole night about the circle on Saturday. Anyway, during my nap the weirdest thing happened. I woke up and there was this guy standing there, watching me. I couldn't tell who he was because he was hidden in shadows, but I had the weirdest feeling the it was someone I knew.
"Hello?" I called, slightly afraid. This wasn't my usual dream...
"Daughter of my soul..." The words were whispered, but I heard them, clear as day.
"Who are you?" Okay this was definitely freaking me. "What do you want?"
"Savior of Shadows...So it has been foretold..."
"What? What are you talking about?" I cried. I was betting my savings account that this guy had a few screws loose, if you know what I mean.
"Savior of Shadows..." The words echoed across the park, and suddenly I shot bolt upright.
My breathing was harsh and labored in the quiet of the park. It was a dream, just a dream. This time I was really awake. Really here. Before that dream, the park had been a place of quiet solace and skatings, now the silence seemed ominous and vibrating with some sort of anticipation. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed my board. Throwing it down, I skated out of there as fast as I possibly could. I pushed until I was all the way home, and not caring that I would get into trouble, ran through the door, and up to my room as fast as I could.
"Wha?"
"Kali?" I heard my parents say as I whizzed past.
I locked and bolted the door behind me, as though that would keep the dream-man out, and piled everything I could in front of it. Then childishly, I crawled into the walk in closet to hide from the boogey-man. I hadn't done that for years.
Suddenly I gasped, clutching my chest tighter, and fell over in a heap. Breathing was getting harder, my lungs didn't seem to want to work, and with a last desperate gasp, I passed out. No one came pounding up the stairs.
AN: Yes, short I know, but I plan to write more later. Until then, I hope you review. Feel free to suggest, comment, or flame me. Just do it politely, please.
Chapter 4
By: Kiana Darkk
AN: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I was uninspired on this particular project. Anyway, here's the next part, I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Usual ones apply. (Refer back to earlier chapters in the event of confusion.)
James asked me to marry him! Oh Goddess, I'm so happy! His only condition was that I convert...to Catholicism. Sort of gross, in a way, but then, the Goddess does not discriminate. Worship is worship no matter what form it comes in, or whose name you utter. For my final decision though, I went to Kalia. She nodded her head in an enthusiastic way. She really likes James. He's been so much of an influence since day one. Anyway, she looked up at me with those big baby eyes of hers and nodded sagely, I'd almost think, and how could I reject such wise counsel? So, it's on then. The date is set for the 21st of December. -Jillian
On Monday morning, I had just about given up. I could not find a thing to wear. It all made me look overdressed. Finally I closed my eyes, put my head in my hands, and gave a little scream. Feeling a bit calmer, I opened my eyes, and saw the solution before me.
Back in Florida, things were a lot different than they were anywhere else. At least the places I've been to. It was very laid back in Florida, sort of a do your own thing type thing. Okay, that made no sense, but then again, what does? Quickly I pulled on a pair of khakis which I had cut off mid-calf, and a blue-and-yellow striped shirt. I know what you're thinking-- dorky! But it looked good, really, it did.
I ran a quick comb through my hair, and tied it back in a regular ponytail. It looked pretty good considering. Smiling wickedly, I did the thing I knew would strike my parents' temper. I grabbed an earring, and poked it through the cartilage in my nose which had been beginning to close up. I had gotten it pierced back in Chicago before we left, as a sort of celebration-thing, and they freaked! Made me take it out right away, couldn't wait for it to close up. Ha. I brushed on some careless lipgloss, and I was ready, well almost.
On my way downstairs I grabbed a pair of socks and my skateboard. I know, skateboard; me? you don't usually think of the two words in the same sentence. I learned back in New York, because it's basically the only acceptable mode of transportation there. Surprisingly, I'm really good at it. A natural, or so I'm told. I do some trick skating too.
Down in the kitchen I snuck by my parents having breakfast and acting high-schoolish, and grabbed a piece of toast, then ran out of the door while grabbing my shoes yelling, "Love you, bye!!"
A block away, after mowing down my toast while I walked, I sat down to pull on my socks and shoes, not having taken the time to do so before. I stared at my Vans and wished with all my might that life was normal. I did not want to go to school; I wanted to go the skatepark in Chicago and while away those precious eight hours there. I wanted everyone to get off my case, but most of all, I had The Urge.
No, not to Herbal. I had that reckless feeling inside of me today. I needed to be out on my own, alone, away from the suckiness of the world. I needed this because I wanted...I wanted to be around people, I wanted to be a part of them, I wanted to laugh at them, sneer, and point. That was not a good thing to want. I knew then, if I did, they'd lash out, and I'd lash right back. Who knew why? Just because...
So I shook my head, and headed off in the opposite direction of Widow's Vale High. Stopping at the first payphone I came to, I popped in a quarter and dime, and dialed up the attendance office's number, which I had memorized in anticipation of this.
"Widow's Vale High School. How may I help you?" The voice was nasally, pinched, and definitely female. Only women can sound that stuck-up over the phone.
"Hi," I said, imitating my mother's voice, "I'm Jillian Dennings, Kalia Dennings' mother. I'm calling to say that she won't be in today due to illness."
"Oh, well I'm very sorry to hear that. Thank you for calling. Good-bye."
"Bye," I hung up, and an evil smile crossed my features. Now, to find some place reasonable to board. Hopping on, I zoomed past houses and streets, stop signs, and sidewalk cracks.
It all became a blur until I found the park. It was beautiful, wonderful, perfect. Bike trails ran across the whole thing, with railings and benches all of over the place. Better yet, no one was here except for a couple of old, retired people. Eureka! I had discovered solitude!
So I went boarding all morning, then stopped around eleven to get something to eat, and take a nap. I hadn't gotten much sleep on Sunday. I was up thinking the whole night about the circle on Saturday. Anyway, during my nap the weirdest thing happened. I woke up and there was this guy standing there, watching me. I couldn't tell who he was because he was hidden in shadows, but I had the weirdest feeling the it was someone I knew.
"Hello?" I called, slightly afraid. This wasn't my usual dream...
"Daughter of my soul..." The words were whispered, but I heard them, clear as day.
"Who are you?" Okay this was definitely freaking me. "What do you want?"
"Savior of Shadows...So it has been foretold..."
"What? What are you talking about?" I cried. I was betting my savings account that this guy had a few screws loose, if you know what I mean.
"Savior of Shadows..." The words echoed across the park, and suddenly I shot bolt upright.
My breathing was harsh and labored in the quiet of the park. It was a dream, just a dream. This time I was really awake. Really here. Before that dream, the park had been a place of quiet solace and skatings, now the silence seemed ominous and vibrating with some sort of anticipation. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed my board. Throwing it down, I skated out of there as fast as I possibly could. I pushed until I was all the way home, and not caring that I would get into trouble, ran through the door, and up to my room as fast as I could.
"Wha?"
"Kali?" I heard my parents say as I whizzed past.
I locked and bolted the door behind me, as though that would keep the dream-man out, and piled everything I could in front of it. Then childishly, I crawled into the walk in closet to hide from the boogey-man. I hadn't done that for years.
Suddenly I gasped, clutching my chest tighter, and fell over in a heap. Breathing was getting harder, my lungs didn't seem to want to work, and with a last desperate gasp, I passed out. No one came pounding up the stairs.
AN: Yes, short I know, but I plan to write more later. Until then, I hope you review. Feel free to suggest, comment, or flame me. Just do it politely, please.