"Ouch." I groaned rolling from my stomach onto my back.
I could feel the cool pavement beneath me. One of my eyes was swollen shut. With the other I could see the ink black sky above me. I slowly sat up, the ground lurched and I almost went back down except I managed to catch myself with my hands. I spat on the pavement trying to get the blood out of my mouth.
I glanced around and spotted Bobby. He was sitting on the ground, leaning his back on his car. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He looked as bad as I felt so I could just imagine what I must look like.
I whiped my bloody nose on my sleeve, Greg sure knew how to throw a punch. Before they had left he had taken what was left of his money from my pocket. I can still picture his snotty face smirking at me as he walked away, the prat. I felt like a dork right then, even though we had been out numbered, I thought me and Bobby would have been able to do better.
"Bobby?" I called out making sure he wasn't unconcious.
His eyes shot open much to my relief.
"What?" He asked coldly.
"Aw quit being as ass, its not my fault they beat us up." I shot back rolling my eyes.
"Yes it is, your the one who drove." Bobby replied.
"Yah but it was your car and your the one who let me." I pointed out.
"Oh shut up." He said when he couldn't think of a comeback.
After catching our breaths he got back into the car. We were sore and tired, sleep being the only thought on my mind. I started then engine and put her into drive. The sound of the engine calmed my nerves but unfortunately the aches all over my body were still sharp.
As we pulled into the drive way I let out a sigh of relief, the lights were off, no parents to deal with. We stumbled into the house, Bobby went to straight to his room without another word. Even though going straight to bed was a tempting thought I dragged myself to the bathroom instead.
I searched though the closest hoping to find a bottle of peroxide. No such luck, not even a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I grimaced when my hand pulled out an old bottle of iodine. I set it on the counter and debated whether to use it or not. I remembered my mom using it on my cuts and scrapes when I was little, I can remember it hurt like hell.
I look at a gash on my forearm from landing on a piece of a glass. I couldn't remember if it had been when Greg had thrown me across the parking lot of when he had landed some kicks to my stomach, not like there was a difference anyway. I could see little pieces of gravel in there, I knew I had to clean it. I carefully unskrewed the cover of the bottle of iodine and leaned on the counter so i wouldn't spill it anywhere.
I remembered the song that my mom had always sung under her breath while she cleaned out my cuts when I was little.
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To a river so deep
(I poured the iodine on my arm)
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
(This isn't too bad, just stings a bit)
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
(Ouch ouch ouch, this is starting to burn)
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
(Who ever invented Iodine should be shot!)
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
And I've been searching for something
(HOLY SHIT!)
Taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
(Okay, pain starting to let up)
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To a river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
(Dear god, that hurt more then getting my face beat to pulp)
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night
I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
(You know what? The rest of my cuts aren't that deep, I don't think I need to put iodine on them)
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That runs to the promised land
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Though the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
(Ughh next time someone pisses me off I will just cut them then pour iodine on it.)
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night
I shoved the bottle of iodine back into the closest, giving it a cold glare, stupid iodine.
I left the bathroom whipping my sweaty face. So much for sleep, that whole iodine episode certainly woke me up. I went into the den and turned on the computer.
I logged into my e-mail, not really expecting anything be there but junk. I went down the list of new ones, checking off of the junk messages. I stopped for a second when I came across the sixth one.
From: Mustang Sally "Mustang_or_Nothing@hotmail.com"
It was from Mustang. I remembered her writing her e-mail on my sleeve before I left. I couldn't believe I had forgotten to e-mail her. I quickly pressed the button to open it.
Msg txt: Hey Twitch! Omg omg omg I miss you sooo much. I have so much to tell you that it would take hours to write it out. I have something really really really important to ask you though, so if you can give me a call whenever you can, that would be great!
Sincerely, Mustang
P.S. 249-4895 ttyl
I felt like jumping for joy, even though it wasn't hearing her voice, it was the next best thing. I felt like hugging my computer but I thought better of it. I felt like calling her right then but I decided against it, she would be asleep by now. After browsing through the internet looking at cars for a hour, I signed off and headed to bed. My previous thoughts of cursing iodine were replaced by Mustang. As I drifted off to sleep I thought to myself "Im gonna hurt like hell on fire tomorrow".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I know, I know, please don't be mad. I know I'm taking a while to update but its the schools fault! Curse the school! To be more specific, its my english teacher, she is destroying all of my creativity! Don't worry, I am still fighting her off, SHE WILL NEVER BREAK ME INTO SANITY!!! lol getting a little carried away but you get the point. I will be trying harder, don't worry, AT LEAST two updates a week, promise.
Yours Truely, SheElf (2 according to fanfic.net, curse them for changing my name on me)
I could feel the cool pavement beneath me. One of my eyes was swollen shut. With the other I could see the ink black sky above me. I slowly sat up, the ground lurched and I almost went back down except I managed to catch myself with my hands. I spat on the pavement trying to get the blood out of my mouth.
I glanced around and spotted Bobby. He was sitting on the ground, leaning his back on his car. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He looked as bad as I felt so I could just imagine what I must look like.
I whiped my bloody nose on my sleeve, Greg sure knew how to throw a punch. Before they had left he had taken what was left of his money from my pocket. I can still picture his snotty face smirking at me as he walked away, the prat. I felt like a dork right then, even though we had been out numbered, I thought me and Bobby would have been able to do better.
"Bobby?" I called out making sure he wasn't unconcious.
His eyes shot open much to my relief.
"What?" He asked coldly.
"Aw quit being as ass, its not my fault they beat us up." I shot back rolling my eyes.
"Yes it is, your the one who drove." Bobby replied.
"Yah but it was your car and your the one who let me." I pointed out.
"Oh shut up." He said when he couldn't think of a comeback.
After catching our breaths he got back into the car. We were sore and tired, sleep being the only thought on my mind. I started then engine and put her into drive. The sound of the engine calmed my nerves but unfortunately the aches all over my body were still sharp.
As we pulled into the drive way I let out a sigh of relief, the lights were off, no parents to deal with. We stumbled into the house, Bobby went to straight to his room without another word. Even though going straight to bed was a tempting thought I dragged myself to the bathroom instead.
I searched though the closest hoping to find a bottle of peroxide. No such luck, not even a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I grimaced when my hand pulled out an old bottle of iodine. I set it on the counter and debated whether to use it or not. I remembered my mom using it on my cuts and scrapes when I was little, I can remember it hurt like hell.
I look at a gash on my forearm from landing on a piece of a glass. I couldn't remember if it had been when Greg had thrown me across the parking lot of when he had landed some kicks to my stomach, not like there was a difference anyway. I could see little pieces of gravel in there, I knew I had to clean it. I carefully unskrewed the cover of the bottle of iodine and leaned on the counter so i wouldn't spill it anywhere.
I remembered the song that my mom had always sung under her breath while she cleaned out my cuts when I was little.
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To a river so deep
(I poured the iodine on my arm)
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
(This isn't too bad, just stings a bit)
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
(Ouch ouch ouch, this is starting to burn)
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
(Who ever invented Iodine should be shot!)
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
And I've been searching for something
(HOLY SHIT!)
Taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
(Okay, pain starting to let up)
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To a river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
(Dear god, that hurt more then getting my face beat to pulp)
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night
I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
(You know what? The rest of my cuts aren't that deep, I don't think I need to put iodine on them)
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That runs to the promised land
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Though the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
(Ughh next time someone pisses me off I will just cut them then pour iodine on it.)
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night
I shoved the bottle of iodine back into the closest, giving it a cold glare, stupid iodine.
I left the bathroom whipping my sweaty face. So much for sleep, that whole iodine episode certainly woke me up. I went into the den and turned on the computer.
I logged into my e-mail, not really expecting anything be there but junk. I went down the list of new ones, checking off of the junk messages. I stopped for a second when I came across the sixth one.
From: Mustang Sally "Mustang_or_Nothing@hotmail.com"
It was from Mustang. I remembered her writing her e-mail on my sleeve before I left. I couldn't believe I had forgotten to e-mail her. I quickly pressed the button to open it.
Msg txt: Hey Twitch! Omg omg omg I miss you sooo much. I have so much to tell you that it would take hours to write it out. I have something really really really important to ask you though, so if you can give me a call whenever you can, that would be great!
Sincerely, Mustang
P.S. 249-4895 ttyl
I felt like jumping for joy, even though it wasn't hearing her voice, it was the next best thing. I felt like hugging my computer but I thought better of it. I felt like calling her right then but I decided against it, she would be asleep by now. After browsing through the internet looking at cars for a hour, I signed off and headed to bed. My previous thoughts of cursing iodine were replaced by Mustang. As I drifted off to sleep I thought to myself "Im gonna hurt like hell on fire tomorrow".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I know, I know, please don't be mad. I know I'm taking a while to update but its the schools fault! Curse the school! To be more specific, its my english teacher, she is destroying all of my creativity! Don't worry, I am still fighting her off, SHE WILL NEVER BREAK ME INTO SANITY!!! lol getting a little carried away but you get the point. I will be trying harder, don't worry, AT LEAST two updates a week, promise.
Yours Truely, SheElf (2 according to fanfic.net, curse them for changing my name on me)