Since I got chapter one off my chest, here goes chapter two! Oh, and, I'm going to try to make this story one that freaks you out. One that will make you want to keep your eyes open at all times. So, here we go, once more.
Chapter one: Secret
A lone girl is lying on the floor of an abandoned house, which is, by the way, totally creepy. Cobwebs on the ceiling, less light than candlelight, blood-red furniture. Strange archways, creaking steps, a feeling of always being watched surrounds this house, along with the often exaggerated, but true, stories of those who dared venture in, but not seen again. People and words go in. They never come out. Ever. End of story. But not this girl. Born in the house by a pregnant woman, just as she way dying, the house, Yes you dips, the house can be classified as a living thing, and controls all non-living things inside it. It needs people to live, like a carnivore, so it lures them in. The girl was too young to be affected, which is why she wasn't killed raised the girl into the hateful, "fire and brimstone" young woman she is today.
Just as her dreams turn to nightmares, she begins to moan, and soon wakes with a cold sweat on her face.
Girl's P.O.V.
The House
I awoke with a cold sweat, shining dimly upon my face. I brushed my black hair out of my green eyes. I hated to go to sleep, because I merely dreamed of hell. I had to get it together.
"Get it together Alexandria." I said aloud, trying to reassure myself.
What's wrong? The house asked, telepathically. Damn, I cursed silently, the house hears me when I speak, I keep forgetting.
"I hate my life, that's what." I said, miserably.
Why? The house responded, concerned.
"Because I have no friends, because I have no parents, because no one loves me for who I am. Because God hates me. That's why." I said, as if that was the end of it. The house didn't reply until I was outside on the rusty old swings.
I will create a friend for you. It said in my mind
"That's worse than not having any friends." I told the house, dejectedly letting the swing rock back and forth.
How so? It asked, still concerned. It just didn't get it.
"Because they wouldn't like me for who I am, they'd like me because you'd tell them too." I snapped, getting off the swing, for in provided no distraction from my dead life. Since the house didn't seem to have any solution for me, I decided to do what the house had never let me do. I wanted to go into the city.
"I'm going into the city." I said. I thought I could hear the house sigh.
I suppose it is time to let go. You will find about $100 on the dresser. Buy what you want, but that's it for today. Take your time.
I had never felt so ecstatic. Maybe I would make some friends in the city, and maybe I'd find a boy. I really hoped to at least make one friend. Although it hurt to exist, I figured that I would be able to have some fun.
end chapter
Okay, so, R&R, it's 4:30 A.M. and I just finished a chapter. So, again, R&R!!!!!!!!!!