AN: Hehe ^_^ I noticed that there is a LOT of spelling mistakes and such and I'm sorry for that. Sometimes I just miss stuff. ^_^;; I'll try to be more careful.
Crying Tears That Should Never Have Been There
English came after lunch. I was surprised lunch went by pretty much uneventfully. Although maybe it was because I stayed inside. I didn't want to go outside, it was to cold. Who in their right mind would want to go outside when it's like that?
Plus, I knew a storm was coming. The fog almost was completely gone and when I ever saw the sky I knew a storm would be one its way, but I've already said that.
Anyway, as I said, English was after lunch. I got in trouble for calling someone a mindless idiot, but nothing real bad, just, "TERRANCE! Control your tongue!"
Yeah, yeah, I'll stop when people learn some common senses. Humans will be a victim of their own stupidity, but let's not get into that right now.
I walked into drama and was greeted with the sight of Edward jumping around on our small classroom stage. I liked the drama room. Everything was black and I mean EVERYTHING! Well everything but the blackboard, that was green.
"What are you doing?" I asked Edward. Edward stopped and looked at me.
"I'm jamin'!" Apparently he was pretending to play the guitar. I shrugged and grabbed a chair. There was no desk in that class so you could sit anywhere you wanted. Edward took his seat next to a few of his friends and I sat in the back by myself, which never really bothered me. I wasn't at school to make friends, I was at school to learn, I was at school to get the skills I needed down the road in life.
Miss Jones was the Drama teacher. I hated her with a passion. She's the type of person who is all nice and sweet to you but calls you names and other things behind your back, which is the worst type of person, really. At least with the others I had problems with they had enough nerve to say it to my face. I tried my best to keep my calm in that class, and for the most part I do… but there was been a few blunders. But really, what can you expect from a problem child such as I? Not a whole lot really.
In drama not much happened. We just got into groups to converse about our up coming plays. I always get stuck with the stupidest parts. I'm a better actress then they give me credit for, again it doesn't bother me really, but there has been a few times….
After school I hurried to my locker and got the things I needed then I set off for home before anyone started something. I decided to cut through the woods by my house to reach home faster.
The air smelt fresh, rain was coming soon. It wasn't as cold as before, and I was most thankful for that. I heard feet behind me suddenly. I turned expecting to see Tami, but I just saw a burl as I was knocked down onto the ground. I hit my head against a tree trunk and then everything went black.
I awoke to the feeling of a metal spike lodged against my throat. I couldn't see yet, but my first reaction was to push forward. So I did.
I knocked what ever was against my throat aside and sprang up, pushing to person that lingered over me forward. I was surprised by my own power, for I had pushed the being against another tree. I think part of it was I had caught the person off guard. I didn't see whomever it was, not clearly, because as soon as my vision cleared it was distorted again by tears.
I was crying. I wasn't sure why I was crying, I just was. All the anger I felt all the hate just formed in the corners of my eyes as salty water. I kept pushing and hitting the person. The warmth of the tears stung as they streamed down my face. I was crying tears that never should have been there. To this day I do not know what came over me. The person grabbed my shoulders and pushed me slightly back.
"Why child? Why do you cry?" I heard from somewhere, it didn't seem like it came from who ever was holding me. No one ever asked me that before. I guess because no one has ever seen me cry, not ever since I was a small child.
I stood there in shock, and then I buried my face in the person's chest. The being wrapped their arms around me. At that moment I realized that the person was male. Not only because he didn't have any breast but also because I felt safe in his arms. I felt …
I'm not sure what I felt. I just felt something different from the person. Something inhuman. I didn't mind.
I heard what I thought was humming at the time, but looking back it was more like a soft singing. I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his waist. He didn't seem to mind, which was very odd. Most people would mind if a complete stranger just came up to them and cried on their shoulder.
I knew that he didn't know me, because if he did you would have freaked out at the sight of me crying. I smelt the forest on him and I felt his hair on my face. It must have been long hair, falling way past his shoulders. Now I'm tall, about 5'7", but this guy seemed to be 6'2" at least. My hand felt his hair; it was soft, softer then even my hair. My other hand felt cold metal, I'm not sure what was strapped to his back; A knife perhaps? Not likely.
As if own cue my body fell limp and I feel backwards landing hard on the stiff, cold ground. He let go of me, and it seemed a spell was cast upon my body. I felt tired and right as my vision cleared and I saw blonde hair above my face, I fell asleep.
Bad move! Falling asleep! I couldn't help myself. I couldn't even move. I didn't want to move. I was left there to die in the freezing cold. I'm so stupid for forgetting my wool-hooded duster that day.
I awoke well after dark and hypothermia was setting in. I could feel it. My body shook from the cold. My hair was wet and so was the dirt ground. It had rained, just as I said it would. I didn't want to get up. I knew I had to but I felt tired. Part of me was saying 'Get up! Get up!' The other saying 'To tired, just sleep.' I chose to believe the side that told me to get up. I was propped against a tree.
'That's odd.' I thought. 'I fell onto the ground right? Why am I on this tree?'
Although I was boggled by my question, I decided the most important thing for them then was to get my butt home before I froze to death. Even if I got home, my mother would probably kill me.
I gathered all my strength and will and got up. I rubbed my hands together and breathed on them. They tingled as I regained feeling in them. I really hoped that I wouldn't get frostbite, but the likely hood of it grew greater and greater. I raced home as I reached the lawn I saw there was no car in the carport. I curiously walked up to the porch and opened the door. My sister stood straight up. The warmth of the room engulfed my body, stinging it badly, but it felt so good.
"Where were you?!" My sister exclaimed. I shut the door behind me and walked into the Kitchen, dropping my backpack on the way.
"Where's Mom?" I asked as I searched the cabinets.
"She said she had to work over time. You know you owe me for lying to mother," my sister said as she sat down at the table. I pulled out a larger mug and instant hot chocolate.
"Yeah, yeah," I said hovering over her homework. I pointed out an error she has made on problem 3. She looked at it and fixed it. I poured the mix into the mug then poured water into it. I shoved it into the microwave and sat down. My sister stared at me. I was soaking wet and my hair was in knots. "Where were you?" She asked again.
"I was… in the woods then I was attacked!"
My sister stared at me more. "Uh huh.." she said not believing me.
"No really," I said. "I was taking a short cut so I would miss the storm but some guy attacked me then... I cried," I blurted out, the last part scaring my sister. Some short cut.,. I ended up taking like 4 hours.
"Now I know you're lying!" She yelled.
"Emily I'm not!" I cried. "And I would prefer that you keep your mouth shut or I'll pound you a couple times."
Emily nodded her head. "So tell me more."
I sighed and got up, my sister followed me closely. I walked into my room and turned to her. "Umm Emma… Please I need to change."
I shoed my sister out and changed into the warmest clothes I could find. I opened my door to see my sister holding up my hot chocolate to me. I snatched the cup and pressed it to my lips. I sipped the hot liquid and let it slide down my throat. I sat down on my bed and gestured for my sister to sit. She sat down on the ground and stared at me
"Tell me more!!" She ordered me.
"Not much to tell." I said. She gave me a look and I went own. "I was walking home when suddenly I was hit or something from behind and I got knocked out. I awake and the first thing I realized that there was a spike against my throat or something like that. I pushed the guy into a tree and I started to cry. Almost as soon as I started the guy held me by my shoulders and asked why I was crying. Then I wrapped my arms around him and cried more. The next thing I know I'm against a tree and its past dark." I looked at the cloak it wasn't as late as I thought it was. Only about 6:30.
Emily looked up at me with starstruck eyes. She was a romantic and in many ways the complete opposite of me. She smiled and her eyes glazed with a soft feeling over longing. "I'm getting one of those feelings," she said.
Our family always got feelings. Like about the weather or how are days going to be. It was a gift I guess. Like when I knew it was going to rain. I didn't watch the news or anything so I had no other way of knowing except for my 'feeling'.
I curiously looked at her. I always trusted in her 'feelings'. They usually hit right on the money, a lot better then mine, that's for sure. Usually I don't even listen to my gut feelings. Something about it made me laugh, though. Part of me thought that maybe she was just letting her emotion get in the way of her true 'feeling'.
"And what kind of feeling are we talking about here?" I asked.
"Don't give me that!" She yelled. "I'm not kidding. I have a major feeling that your going to meet this guy again... soon."
"Alright, I trust you." I said as I got up to get my backpack. I walked back into my room as my sister grabbed a pillow and flopped down on the floor. "What do you think your doing." I asked.
"Reading," She pulled out one of my LOTR books.
"Out!" I commanded as I pointed to the door.
She walked out the door and shut it behind her. Yep, that was my sister. She can be a pain in the butt you have to love her. She and I are very different but at the same time alike. We don't get along sometimes but that's normal.
I sat at my desk and rushed my homework. I was still cold but there wasn't much I would do. I looked at the picture I drew earlier. Then I noticed something I had missed before. The drawing, the two people in the picture. It was of me in the arms of a man with long hair. But the man wasn't really a man. The man was an elf… I could tell from, what else? The pointed ears, of course. Something about that made me wonder… No…. Don't be stupid. I finished my homework and crawled into bed. It was only about 8 but I didn't really care. No later did my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep.
I awoke only once in the night, the noise of a piano playing, the upstairs one. Probably my mother. I would mess around from time to time on it but never really did anything of importance. Emily would never go near that thing so it must have been my mother. I listened to it for a while before I feel back into a deep slumber.
A/N: I wonder who the guy in the woods was? Well feedback feedback!
Crying Tears That Should Never Have Been There
English came after lunch. I was surprised lunch went by pretty much uneventfully. Although maybe it was because I stayed inside. I didn't want to go outside, it was to cold. Who in their right mind would want to go outside when it's like that?
Plus, I knew a storm was coming. The fog almost was completely gone and when I ever saw the sky I knew a storm would be one its way, but I've already said that.
Anyway, as I said, English was after lunch. I got in trouble for calling someone a mindless idiot, but nothing real bad, just, "TERRANCE! Control your tongue!"
Yeah, yeah, I'll stop when people learn some common senses. Humans will be a victim of their own stupidity, but let's not get into that right now.
I walked into drama and was greeted with the sight of Edward jumping around on our small classroom stage. I liked the drama room. Everything was black and I mean EVERYTHING! Well everything but the blackboard, that was green.
"What are you doing?" I asked Edward. Edward stopped and looked at me.
"I'm jamin'!" Apparently he was pretending to play the guitar. I shrugged and grabbed a chair. There was no desk in that class so you could sit anywhere you wanted. Edward took his seat next to a few of his friends and I sat in the back by myself, which never really bothered me. I wasn't at school to make friends, I was at school to learn, I was at school to get the skills I needed down the road in life.
Miss Jones was the Drama teacher. I hated her with a passion. She's the type of person who is all nice and sweet to you but calls you names and other things behind your back, which is the worst type of person, really. At least with the others I had problems with they had enough nerve to say it to my face. I tried my best to keep my calm in that class, and for the most part I do… but there was been a few blunders. But really, what can you expect from a problem child such as I? Not a whole lot really.
In drama not much happened. We just got into groups to converse about our up coming plays. I always get stuck with the stupidest parts. I'm a better actress then they give me credit for, again it doesn't bother me really, but there has been a few times….
After school I hurried to my locker and got the things I needed then I set off for home before anyone started something. I decided to cut through the woods by my house to reach home faster.
The air smelt fresh, rain was coming soon. It wasn't as cold as before, and I was most thankful for that. I heard feet behind me suddenly. I turned expecting to see Tami, but I just saw a burl as I was knocked down onto the ground. I hit my head against a tree trunk and then everything went black.
I awoke to the feeling of a metal spike lodged against my throat. I couldn't see yet, but my first reaction was to push forward. So I did.
I knocked what ever was against my throat aside and sprang up, pushing to person that lingered over me forward. I was surprised by my own power, for I had pushed the being against another tree. I think part of it was I had caught the person off guard. I didn't see whomever it was, not clearly, because as soon as my vision cleared it was distorted again by tears.
I was crying. I wasn't sure why I was crying, I just was. All the anger I felt all the hate just formed in the corners of my eyes as salty water. I kept pushing and hitting the person. The warmth of the tears stung as they streamed down my face. I was crying tears that never should have been there. To this day I do not know what came over me. The person grabbed my shoulders and pushed me slightly back.
"Why child? Why do you cry?" I heard from somewhere, it didn't seem like it came from who ever was holding me. No one ever asked me that before. I guess because no one has ever seen me cry, not ever since I was a small child.
I stood there in shock, and then I buried my face in the person's chest. The being wrapped their arms around me. At that moment I realized that the person was male. Not only because he didn't have any breast but also because I felt safe in his arms. I felt …
I'm not sure what I felt. I just felt something different from the person. Something inhuman. I didn't mind.
I heard what I thought was humming at the time, but looking back it was more like a soft singing. I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his waist. He didn't seem to mind, which was very odd. Most people would mind if a complete stranger just came up to them and cried on their shoulder.
I knew that he didn't know me, because if he did you would have freaked out at the sight of me crying. I smelt the forest on him and I felt his hair on my face. It must have been long hair, falling way past his shoulders. Now I'm tall, about 5'7", but this guy seemed to be 6'2" at least. My hand felt his hair; it was soft, softer then even my hair. My other hand felt cold metal, I'm not sure what was strapped to his back; A knife perhaps? Not likely.
As if own cue my body fell limp and I feel backwards landing hard on the stiff, cold ground. He let go of me, and it seemed a spell was cast upon my body. I felt tired and right as my vision cleared and I saw blonde hair above my face, I fell asleep.
Bad move! Falling asleep! I couldn't help myself. I couldn't even move. I didn't want to move. I was left there to die in the freezing cold. I'm so stupid for forgetting my wool-hooded duster that day.
I awoke well after dark and hypothermia was setting in. I could feel it. My body shook from the cold. My hair was wet and so was the dirt ground. It had rained, just as I said it would. I didn't want to get up. I knew I had to but I felt tired. Part of me was saying 'Get up! Get up!' The other saying 'To tired, just sleep.' I chose to believe the side that told me to get up. I was propped against a tree.
'That's odd.' I thought. 'I fell onto the ground right? Why am I on this tree?'
Although I was boggled by my question, I decided the most important thing for them then was to get my butt home before I froze to death. Even if I got home, my mother would probably kill me.
I gathered all my strength and will and got up. I rubbed my hands together and breathed on them. They tingled as I regained feeling in them. I really hoped that I wouldn't get frostbite, but the likely hood of it grew greater and greater. I raced home as I reached the lawn I saw there was no car in the carport. I curiously walked up to the porch and opened the door. My sister stood straight up. The warmth of the room engulfed my body, stinging it badly, but it felt so good.
"Where were you?!" My sister exclaimed. I shut the door behind me and walked into the Kitchen, dropping my backpack on the way.
"Where's Mom?" I asked as I searched the cabinets.
"She said she had to work over time. You know you owe me for lying to mother," my sister said as she sat down at the table. I pulled out a larger mug and instant hot chocolate.
"Yeah, yeah," I said hovering over her homework. I pointed out an error she has made on problem 3. She looked at it and fixed it. I poured the mix into the mug then poured water into it. I shoved it into the microwave and sat down. My sister stared at me. I was soaking wet and my hair was in knots. "Where were you?" She asked again.
"I was… in the woods then I was attacked!"
My sister stared at me more. "Uh huh.." she said not believing me.
"No really," I said. "I was taking a short cut so I would miss the storm but some guy attacked me then... I cried," I blurted out, the last part scaring my sister. Some short cut.,. I ended up taking like 4 hours.
"Now I know you're lying!" She yelled.
"Emily I'm not!" I cried. "And I would prefer that you keep your mouth shut or I'll pound you a couple times."
Emily nodded her head. "So tell me more."
I sighed and got up, my sister followed me closely. I walked into my room and turned to her. "Umm Emma… Please I need to change."
I shoed my sister out and changed into the warmest clothes I could find. I opened my door to see my sister holding up my hot chocolate to me. I snatched the cup and pressed it to my lips. I sipped the hot liquid and let it slide down my throat. I sat down on my bed and gestured for my sister to sit. She sat down on the ground and stared at me
"Tell me more!!" She ordered me.
"Not much to tell." I said. She gave me a look and I went own. "I was walking home when suddenly I was hit or something from behind and I got knocked out. I awake and the first thing I realized that there was a spike against my throat or something like that. I pushed the guy into a tree and I started to cry. Almost as soon as I started the guy held me by my shoulders and asked why I was crying. Then I wrapped my arms around him and cried more. The next thing I know I'm against a tree and its past dark." I looked at the cloak it wasn't as late as I thought it was. Only about 6:30.
Emily looked up at me with starstruck eyes. She was a romantic and in many ways the complete opposite of me. She smiled and her eyes glazed with a soft feeling over longing. "I'm getting one of those feelings," she said.
Our family always got feelings. Like about the weather or how are days going to be. It was a gift I guess. Like when I knew it was going to rain. I didn't watch the news or anything so I had no other way of knowing except for my 'feeling'.
I curiously looked at her. I always trusted in her 'feelings'. They usually hit right on the money, a lot better then mine, that's for sure. Usually I don't even listen to my gut feelings. Something about it made me laugh, though. Part of me thought that maybe she was just letting her emotion get in the way of her true 'feeling'.
"And what kind of feeling are we talking about here?" I asked.
"Don't give me that!" She yelled. "I'm not kidding. I have a major feeling that your going to meet this guy again... soon."
"Alright, I trust you." I said as I got up to get my backpack. I walked back into my room as my sister grabbed a pillow and flopped down on the floor. "What do you think your doing." I asked.
"Reading," She pulled out one of my LOTR books.
"Out!" I commanded as I pointed to the door.
She walked out the door and shut it behind her. Yep, that was my sister. She can be a pain in the butt you have to love her. She and I are very different but at the same time alike. We don't get along sometimes but that's normal.
I sat at my desk and rushed my homework. I was still cold but there wasn't much I would do. I looked at the picture I drew earlier. Then I noticed something I had missed before. The drawing, the two people in the picture. It was of me in the arms of a man with long hair. But the man wasn't really a man. The man was an elf… I could tell from, what else? The pointed ears, of course. Something about that made me wonder… No…. Don't be stupid. I finished my homework and crawled into bed. It was only about 8 but I didn't really care. No later did my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep.
I awoke only once in the night, the noise of a piano playing, the upstairs one. Probably my mother. I would mess around from time to time on it but never really did anything of importance. Emily would never go near that thing so it must have been my mother. I listened to it for a while before I feel back into a deep slumber.
A/N: I wonder who the guy in the woods was? Well feedback feedback!