Haha. hello everyone! I know it's been awhile since I've updated.and that's
kinda because no ones reviewin any more! I don't know what to write.I've
lost inspiration.im kinda thinking about stopping the whole story.yea well
here's another one, It's short, but it's something
~Jade
I woke up, fast, hitting my head on the wood ceiling.
I looked down, and water was flooded everywhere, there sitting in a chair in the water, was John, I looked around the room, it was only John and I.
I was alone, so alone. An evil cackle came from his throat, and he stood up, a piece of rope and crow bar in his hand.
I saw the bulge of his pocketknife in this shirt pocket.
I cowered above him on my bed, and then I was sinking, sinking into the mattress. I was sinking into the water.
John's arms grabbed me and shook me, I cried out, "No! Don't John!" and then his face became confused.
"Jade! What's wrong?" he was shaking me, violently, I saw the arc of the knife as it hurtled toward me, his wicked smile growing upon his face.
Shoots of pain came from my stomach, where the knife had penetrated.
He threw the rope around my face, and gagged me. I choked and sputtered, my pained voice muffled.
And then I woke up.
I looked into his eyes, I felt his soft fingers pressing on my lips, and a tense hand wrapped around my body, fingernails digging into my stomach in an attempt to keep me from falling any further from the mattress.
His bare arms were moist, and salty.
He shook me one more time, "Jade, are you alright?"
He clung me to his chest, where my body fit perfectly against his stomach and chest.
"He was hurting me," I said piteously into his undershirt, wrapping my arms around him, clinging to his clothes.
"Please, please don't let him hurt me anymore," I was once again a forlorn child, lost in the countless trauma's I had experienced over the years.
His supple fingers ran down my hair and back, caressing the gentle curves in my shoulders and spine.
He drew me closer to him and moved my head away from his stomach, to come to a rest on his cushiony shoulder.
"I won't let him hoit ya no more, and dat's a promise Jade," I nodded unhurriedly into his shoulder, he began to rock me slowly to the beat of his slow pulse.
He kissed the top of my head, "I want you'se ta be safe moah dan anything right now," cradling me like a child, he moved my legs around, so that I was laying down in his lap, with his arms around me, protecting me, sheltering me, loving me.
With this last thought I fell asleep in Spots arms, a smile on my lips, but fear in my heart.
I am not sure how long he sat there, me in his arms, stroking my body tenderly, keeping fear from my mind and calming me enough to have dreamless sleep.
When I woke up three hours later, he was there, I was still in his arms.
He had slept sitting up, the sun was just creeping above the low horizon clouds.
The pink tipped clouds were fluffy and unhindered, moseying around the sky in an uncharted pattern that the wind determined.
I felt him stir, and I fell back into him, leaning into his soft but firm stomach.
I closed my eyes and tried to level my breathing back out again.
When I was certain he was still asleep, I reached my arms around his waist, and held onto him, nestling into his stomach.
I realized that he had a certain smell, a hint of cigarettes and something else, something I couldn't define, something I didn't want to define, to put a standard on.
It was a free of any boundaries, so I memorized it, and fell back asleep.
The second time I woke up, I was alone.
I woke up, fast, hitting my head on the wood ceiling.
I looked down, and water was flooded everywhere, there sitting in a chair in the water, was John, I looked around the room, it was only John and I.
I was alone, so alone. An evil cackle came from his throat, and he stood up, a piece of rope and crow bar in his hand.
I saw the bulge of his pocketknife in this shirt pocket.
I cowered above him on my bed, and then I was sinking, sinking into the mattress. I was sinking into the water.
John's arms grabbed me and shook me, I cried out, "No! Don't John!" and then his face became confused.
"Jade! What's wrong?" he was shaking me, violently, I saw the arc of the knife as it hurtled toward me, his wicked smile growing upon his face.
Shoots of pain came from my stomach, where the knife had penetrated.
He threw the rope around my face, and gagged me. I choked and sputtered, my pained voice muffled.
And then I woke up.
I looked into his eyes, I felt his soft fingers pressing on my lips, and a tense hand wrapped around my body, fingernails digging into my stomach in an attempt to keep me from falling any further from the mattress.
His bare arms were moist, and salty.
He shook me one more time, "Jade, are you alright?"
He clung me to his chest, where my body fit perfectly against his stomach and chest.
"He was hurting me," I said piteously into his undershirt, wrapping my arms around him, clinging to his clothes.
"Please, please don't let him hurt me anymore," I was once again a forlorn child, lost in the countless trauma's I had experienced over the years.
His supple fingers ran down my hair and back, caressing the gentle curves in my shoulders and spine.
He drew me closer to him and moved my head away from his stomach, to come to a rest on his cushiony shoulder.
"I won't let him hoit ya no more, and dat's a promise Jade," I nodded unhurriedly into his shoulder, he began to rock me slowly to the beat of his slow pulse.
He kissed the top of my head, "I want you'se ta be safe moah dan anything right now," cradling me like a child, he moved my legs around, so that I was laying down in his lap, with his arms around me, protecting me, sheltering me, loving me.
With this last thought I fell asleep in Spots arms, a smile on my lips, but fear in my heart.
I am not sure how long he sat there, me in his arms, stroking my body tenderly, keeping fear from my mind and calming me enough to have dreamless sleep.
When I woke up three hours later, he was there, I was still in his arms.
He had slept sitting up, the sun was just creeping above the low horizon clouds.
The pink tipped clouds were fluffy and unhindered, moseying around the sky in an uncharted pattern that the wind determined.
I felt him stir, and I fell back into him, leaning into his soft but firm stomach.
I closed my eyes and tried to level my breathing back out again.
When I was certain he was still asleep, I reached my arms around his waist, and held onto him, nestling into his stomach.
I realized that he had a certain smell, a hint of cigarettes and something else, something I couldn't define, something I didn't want to define, to put a standard on.
It was a free of any boundaries, so I memorized it, and fell back asleep.
The second time I woke up, I was alone.