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I read over the chapter and found some really major confusing grammar parts that didn't make sense at all so I edited the chapter myself. (I couldn't get a hold of my usual editor)
DISCLAMIER: I don't know Teen Titans... or the song Home by Three Days Grace... yeah but I own all the characters I made up (I guess it sort of works that way)
Hello peoples. Wow it's been a long time since I last updated. Sorry about that but as you can see this chapter is HUGE! The story it self is 13 pages in word, by far the longest chapter I've ever written.
I probably could have uploaded it earlier if I was in the writing mood, but I've been sort of a slump since my computer crashed. Yeah I lost 3 pages that took me over a hour to write and I was so pissed I didnt even look at my computer for like a week! Then I got a boyfriend so I was too giddy for a while and I was stuck on the really dark part in the middle. And I know I never stop saying this but I'm plagued with homework and I'm working on two big projects right now. Now I'm in a very depressed slump because me and my ex broke up. So sorry if the end seems to be a bit plain but I just wanted to finish it so I could post it.
Anyways I hope everyone enjoys,
CHAPTER 8
Leaving Home
Three more months to the day and I'm finished stupid high school, Thought Sarah. She was mindlessly scrolling through the park. Then I can leave this stupid place. I hate it here. Maybe I can save up some money and look for my mom. Sarah had been wondering around town for a little bit. She didn't want to go home yet but it was starting to get cold and dark and she didn't have any money left.
So, her feet slowly dragged her through one more lap of the park. She finally made it to the exit closest to her house.
That's when she noticed some girls in her grade walking towards her. She pulled up her black hood and started walking faster. At least I know I can ditch them when I close to my neighborhood. I know none of those preppy rich girls would follow me there just to make fun of me.
I'll be coming home
Just to be alone
Cause I know you're not there
And I know that you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place
"Hey," One of the girls called, "Wait up!"
"We just want to talk," Another said. The others giggled. Sarah closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She opened her eyes and let out the air in one exhale. She spun quickly on her heel. "What?" She asked blankly.
"Sheesh," A tall redhead said, "We just wanted to ask you something," The other giggled softly behind their leader. Sarah rolled her eyes but stayed still, "What?" She asked again. "We were just wondering if all your clothes look like that or did Goodwill finally become to expensive for you?" A blonde one said. "Yeah probably," the redhead said, "It's not like your dad would lend you any money. 'Cause he wastes it all on hookers and booze," The other girls behind her burst out laughing. "Bitch," Sarah said shoving the redhead back.
Her friends caught her and helped her steady herself on her 250 dollar heals. The redhead looked over Sarah's head and smiled. She stood in front of Sarah, her face was close to Sarah's and intimating her with her height and group of brainless followers behind her. "What ya 'gonna 'bout it?" She hissed. Sarah looked over her shoulder and saw the redhead's boyfriend. Sarah sighed and started to walk away. She ran across the road and started walking on the other sidewalk.
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
Sarah left the mob of girls behind and continued to walk. She pulled up her hood and stared at her feet. She walked this way. Muttering to herself about things she would have done to that bitch if her boyfriend wasn't coming up behind her. The worst she could do to me is scratch me but a football player… might as well start digging my grave…
She sighed again. She lifted her eyes for a second and a dark figure sitting near the library window caught her eye. She doubled back a few steps and ran up the library's tan stone steps. She made her way through the tangle of book shelves and tables until finally she made over to the large glass window. She grabbed a chair and sat on it backwards.
"Hey Rae," She said. Raven opened one eye, "What?" She asked a annoyed tone creeping up in her voice. "I was wondering if we could hang out and talk… or whatever…" Sarah asked. "I left the tower to be alone and think not to be annoyed by little girls with nothing better to do on a Friday night."
Sarah stood, "Fine then. Sheesh! Didn't to bite my head off bitch," Sarah stormed up. "Wait Sarah…" Raven said softly as she watched Sarah leave. Raven sighed and closed her eyes again. Maybe Robin was right…
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
The key slide into the lock and a small clicking sound was made as Sarah turned the key and unlocked the door. Welcome home me…She thought depressed. She looked around at the graying, peeling wallpaper. Her gaze then shifted to the old cheap TV and ratty couch. Everyday it seems to look worst. And everyday it does get worst. Sarah kicked off her shoes. They hit the wall and left black marks on the wall. Oh well. She could live being called poor and a bitch but this… this… She hated when these rushes of depression hit her. Some times it slowly drifted in like low tide at the beach. But other times –like now- it hit her solid in the face almost knocking her off her feet from the blow.
She slowly drifted over to the kitchen and almost with out realizing it she pulled out a bottle of whiskey and downed almost half of it. She pulled the bottle down and wiped her mouth with the black of her hand.
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home
Sarah screwed the top of the bottle back on and started walking out of the kitchen. Something neon yellow caught her eye. She turned to the side and pulled out the bright yellow envelope from under all the other junk on the kitchen table. "What this?" She quietly mumbled to herself. She broke the seal to the envelope and quickly pulled out the paper making a small tear in the corner. She unfolded it and tried to make out the black ink writing. But already the alcohol had started taking affect. It didn't buzz pleasantly like usually. But it seemed to be gnawing at the back of her brain making her vision blurry. She strained her eyes trying to read the paper. This just make her temples hurt and make her more frustrated. She put the paper down and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and then opened her eyes. They focused slightly better and scanned over the paper again.
The words: '…Over due payments…' '…Evacuation of building…' and '…two weeks…'.
What? That doesn't make sense…Her rattled brain thought. She looked over at the envelope and saw it was addressed from there landlord. She looked again at letter and saw the date at the top. It was dated almost a week ago.
She turned around and rubbed her fingers down her drunkenly flushed face. They left long pink lines from where her finger nails scrapped her face. She reached for the bottle again and unscrewed the lead. She took another swing and walked into the TV room. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The TV flickered for a second but the picture remained, it was some music video playing. Sarah snuggled down on the couch and laid there her eyes half closed.
Sarah heard the front door open and slam shut. Daddy's home…she thought depressed. She didn't move, she just laid there hoping that he'd leave her alone and maybe she'd fall asleep.
"TURN OFF THAT CRAP!" She heard him bellow from the kitchen, "I could hear it from half way down the bloody street. And who's been drinkin' my whiskey?" He demanded.
Sarah stayed quiet. She breathed in deeply and rolled over so her face was pressed against the couch's back. She breathed again and sucked in the fumes of dirty ash trays and stale smoke. Along with some other scents she couldn't identify.
"Didn't you hear me the first time?" He demanded, "What's this?" He asked and grabbed the letter from off the make-shift coffee table. "Didn't anyone teach you respect? You don't go through other peoples shit!"
"We're getting kicked out in nine days," she said calmly facing him, "Weren't you going to tell me!" She was straining to keep her voice down and keep cool but yet she wanted to scream at him and shove the letter down his throat.
"That's not the damn point! I don't want to have to teach you how to fucking respect me. But trust me I'll-"
"Hit me?" She interrupted, "Scream at me until your voice hurts? Throw me down the stairs?" She demanded. She had long lost her calmness and her eyes were glowing in hatred.
She wasn't going take anymore of that crap. He was yelling at her about respect! RESPECT FOR GOD DAMN SAKE! Yeah he should know. He respected her mom so much she left him, he respected Sarah that's why he frickin' beat her!
"You hit me until I'm black and blue! You scream at me until I'm bleeding on the inside! And you start this shit on respect?" She spit at his feet. "Go to fucking hell you bastard." She said quietly.
By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
Till you get off my case
Sarah stormed out of the house ignoring her father's rants. She muttered to her self, "Tonight just gets better and better…"
Alright she was out of the house but where to go? She thought for a minute. She didn't want to back into town. There was a chance of running into those girls.
FLASHBACK
"I guess you're right, then… So… what-cha two doing in Jump City…?" Sarah asked after taking a sip of her coke. She was sitting next to an odd pair of people. There was a young woman with a young male sitting beside her.
Sarah watched as Keara turned her head slightly to look at Mike. He shrugged. "Where having a meeting with some…friends." Keara said slowly choosing each word carefully.
"Cool…" Sarah said and took another sip, "What kind of meeting?"
"Um…you know it's more like a gathering. We just sort of hang out and stuff,"
Sarah nodded slowly as if she understood but really she was clueless. "Here, look," Keara said slowly, "I guess you can come or whatever. The more the better…I guess…"
END FLASHBACK
Sarah continued to stroll down the sidewalk but with purpose this time. She stopped when she got to the end of the street. She walked over to the payphones and dialed for a cab.
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
On first glance the old church looked uninhabited, hostile and unused. But those who thought that were extremely wrong. The church was positioned just outside of Jump City, in an old ghost town. All the houses were made of wood and rotting. The windows were broken and boarded up. Weeds grew in once wonderful and bright gardens and paint was graying and cracked on once white picked fences.
Then there was The Church of Blood. It looked sincere and evil just like the rest of the little town. A tall black metal fence circled around the property and the gate's hinges were rusty and broken. The soft wind that blew that night pushed it open and closed. The usually dead quiet air was interrupted by the bone chilling creaking of the gate.
But even if this church looked unused in many years they were dead wrong.
The heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open slowly showing the inside of the church. Inside was the prayer room. The smell of decay and death flowed openly between the few rooms in the church.
Sarah handed over the money that was needed to pay for the long journey. She opened the door of the cab and stepped out. She was staring at an old building. It was a church she guessed. A tall black metal fence circled the church. It was the old kind that you see in horror flicks, with weird carvings made with the twisted metal and sharp tips at the top making it impossible to climb over without causing yourself bodily harm.
Stop it! She told herself, You're just trying to scare yourself. This isn't a damn horror movie it's real life! No blood sucking monsters are going to jump out at you!
She tried to convince herself but the more she tried the more the area looked like a set for a horror movie.
Besides the gothic church there were broken down houses. Weeds grew in the yards and paint chipped off the once white picked fences. The whole town looked old and deserted.
Sarah sucked in a breath and turned away from the evil looked church. She was trying to clam herself down. To slow her heart beat, or anything that would keep her from taking a metal break down. She wasn't sure but it was like the church it's self was generating some evil pulse.
A slow loud creeping broke the silence. Sarah jumped and turned around. The metal gate was open.
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"Today my friends is the day the great and mighty lord Trigon will return to earth!" Keara's loud voice boomed through the stone rooms. "We shall feed our energy to him! He will gain strength and I shall birth him his child! Trigon is happy now and just think of how pleased he will be when we help him return. He will shower us with gifts of unexplainable power! He will-"
Keara stopped as the heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open. A lone figure stood there. Blonde hair stuck to her pale sweaty face. Keara could sense the girl's fear. She knew these brainwaves she had sensed them before… but who was this…?
Then it hit her. It was Sarah. That girl from that café. She really didn't think that she would have the will power to come inside the church. Most mortals would streak and run away screaming half insane.
But then again, maybe Sarah wasn't a mortal. Perhaps she was part demon or raised in Azarth or other demonic shrines. But yet she acted as if she was a simple mortal. She was sweating and shaking.
This girl must have a strong will power and suffered many hardships, making her mind stronger with hatred. Yes I can sense a lot of hatred. But also there must be another person that calms her mind. She must know someone that was raised in Azarth and they calm her mind. They also seem to make her mind stronger. Maybe her strength would do Trigon good.
"Welcome Sarah," Keara said softly. Her quiet voice floated through the air and Sarah's ears absorbed it. "Don't just stand there, come. And sit down." Keara tested her. Sarah didn't seem to hear it. And Keara was about to say it again when Sarah but one foot in front of the other and sat down on a black silk pillow.
Murmurs and gasps ran through the crowd of hooded people.
Keara cleared her throat. She withdrew a jar. It was the old kind that looked like it was from the middle ages. There were cracks in it and you could see a slight red light coming from it. The jar was dark and the once brilliant paintings on it had fade away into the brown pottery.
Sarah noticed that some of the cloaked people where getting uneasy for they were starting to shift them selves and began to fiddle with things nervously. Sarah on the other hand didn't feel these symptoms. She, in fact, felt calmer. As if something was taking control of her and pulling her away from the fear she had felt of this place before.
Sarah adverted her attention back to Keara. Keara was doing something that looked like pouring something into the jar. "Trigon, use these ashes of fallen angels to erect your body from. Trigon! Be with us again!"
Keara's eyes glowed yellow for a second and the jar burst into flame. She tossed it up and it formed into a large red man. Long red ears poked through his long white hair while his double set of glowing golden eyes sent a shiver down Sarah's spine.
Trigon roared a huge demonic pulse flowed through the church. Sarah closed her eyes and screamed. It was indescribable. It was pain, hatred, occult, hurt. The emotions that exploded from the physic pulse was incomprehensive. It flowed through her body first like fire then it seemed to sing like ice at the same time. It racked her brain. She stood up ready to run blindly out of the church when a strong wind flew her off her feet.
She opened her eyes and stared with wide eyes at the scene. One by one the people in the room faded away until there cloaks lay there on the black silk pillows. A large white orb floated away from the abandoned cloaks. One rushed past Sarah and for a second she heard it: the soft crying of a child. Children? What? Her mind thought desperate to find an answer for this strange event. Children… souls? Could these be souls that I'm seeing?
Unborn children. The answer came to her. These are the children that weren't born because there mothers committed suicide. These are Trigon's children.
One soul flew through Sarah. She paled and her eyes grew as she felt the overwhelming darkness. The orb was only in her for maybe a second but the feeling last forever. As she watched the orb fly towards Trigon as tears slowly slide down her face.
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a
"Children!" Trigon's loud voice boomed, "Come to me! Come! And together we will be one!" The children flowed into Trigon, each one making him bigger and bigger. Finally when all the weeping children had been absorbed into Trigon there was a large flash and then carvings on the floor began to glow white.
Sarah saw through her salty tears that there where seven circles around Keara and Trigon. Sarah got up and started backing up slowly whispering, "No…no…no…no…".
There was a flash behind her and a dark figure pushed back her. An icy chill ran through her body as his shoulder brushed hers. He turned around and stared at her for a second. His skin was pale and looked as white as death while his hair was raven black. Sarah looked into his frosty blue eyes. They where bright and fierce and there was only one other person she ever saw with that kind of eyes: "Mike?" She whispered softly. He turned away from her. "Keara!" He yelled.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as Trigon reached down and grabbed Keara and disappeared. Another pulse crashed through the dark church sending the already nearly having a metal break down girl into complete and udder hysteria.
FLASHBACK
"Mommy! Mommy! Watch me mommy! Look how high I can go!" The delighted six year old giggled happily as her skinny pale legs pumped her higher and higher on the swing set. A woman in her early thirties sat on the park bench watching her child. A light smile crossed her light pink lips. She tucked a strand of her short blond hair behind her ear and stood up. "C'mon Sarah! It's starting to get dark we should head home soon." She called. "Please mom! Just five more minutes!"
"You can't stay here all night!" She called laughing, "Because who will help me eat the ice cream I picked up from the store today!"
"ICE CREAM!" The young girl called happily. She jumped off the swings landing in the sand. "Wait for me mommy!" She ran catching up to her mother. Her mom hosted her up into a piggy back ride. Sarah laughed happily. She played with a strand of her mother's short blonde hair. "I want to cut my hair just like yours! It's so pretty!"
"Yours is too!" Her mom called over her shoulder, "Yeah but it gets in my mouth when I swing," She playfully pouted. "Tell ya what," Her mom said, "If you be a good girl next weekend we can go and get it cut."
"Okay mommy!"
END FLASHBACK
Sarah screamed and snuck to her knees. She tried to block out the screaming. It was horrible the children where calling her in their wails and screams. It took over her mind, flooding her memories bringing out the worst, the ones that she hid at the back of her mind and made inaccessible to anyone.
Sarah pulled at her hair trying to force the screaming out but was very unsuccessful.
FLASHBACK
A loud sound of crashing was heard upstairs. The young eight year old Sarah sat in her room crying softly in the corner. Her little hands covered her ears. Her short blonde hair was sticking to her wet face. Warm salty tears ran down her face, her eyes bloodshot.
Even at eight years old she was a splitting image of her mother. Sarah liked looking like her mother. Her mother was beautiful her in eyes and she was always kind to Sarah.
Well… Sarah couldn't lie to herself. That's the way things used to be. Ever since dad got laid off from his job a year ago things have been going downhill. Mom got a job as a waitress in a bar. All way she was on her feet serving drinks to men that pinched her butt when she walked past. By the time she got home she was tired and didn't feel like playing with Sarah. That left daddy. But he wasn't ever home. He was always gone and some times Sarah waited until two in the morning to see when he got home.
Sometimes when he came home he smelt of smoke and alcohol mommy was never happy when he smelt like this.
Sarah knew mommy wasn't happy but she didn't know really how much until a month ago. She got up at night to get a drink and heard yelling so she sunk down the stairs to see what was happening.
"Don't lie to me, Ryan! I saw you guys together!" Her mother bit her lip and looked away. Her father exploded screaming at her mother. Sarah gripped the stair rail hiding behind it but still anxious to see what was happening.
That's when it all started. Daddy slapped mommy hard. She went flying. She touched her cheek and more tears fell from her blue eyes. Sarah felt like running down the stairs and hugging her mother. She was about to when her father looked down at her mother and yelled, "Don't you EVER yell at me you bitch!"
He stormed off into another room. He slammed the door so hard that a picture fell. It was the picture that they took three years ago. Sarah sat on her mother's lap and her father was resting his hands on her mother's shoulders. A large crack ran down the middle of glass between her mother and father. They were and will be from this point on a broken family. Sarah snuck up the stairs and closed her door so softly that it couldn't be heard above her mother's sobs.
END FLASHBACK
Sarah shakily stood up. The screams still pounded against her ears and her mind was being torn apart by shear terror and depression.
FLASHBACK
"Sarah," Her mom knelt down and brushed a lock of the short blonde hair out of Sarah's face. "Don't be mad at me. Please…I promise I'll return and we can be together. Mommy just has to be alone for a while."
The mono-tone expression on the ten year old never changed. She stopped trusting adults along time ago ever since…no she didn't want to remember, the bruises spoke for them selves.
Her mom opened the door and a hot summer breeze blew into the small house. The heat outside was smothering and the air conditioning in the house was broken but still the ten year old wore a black long sleeve shirt and black sweatpants. "Take me with you," Sarah said quietly. Her mom stopped and dropped her suitcase. She spun around and scooped Sarah up into a big hug tears falling from her blue eyes, "I wish it could be that simple,"
Her mom released her and said softly, "I might not see you for a few years but always remember that you're my little girl and I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't have too,"
Sarah nodded slowly and looked down. The yellow cab in the driveway honked it's horn. "Good-Bye Sarah," She said softly and gathered her suitcases and brought them to the cab.
Sarah watched from the doorway as her mother drove off from her life forever.
END FLASHBACK
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home
That last memory really pushed her over the edge. It touched the sensitive part of Sarah's heart. The part that she didn't let anyone know she had.
She ran with wobbly legs out of the cursed church. She threw her body at the large wooden doors. They opened surprising easily making her fall in the dirt. She scrambled to stand up and ran with on the dirt path to the metal gate. She pushed but it didn't open as easily as the wooden doors. She shook the gate in crazed desperation, clawing at the lock until her finger nails broke and her finger tips began to bleed.
Her blood pounded in her head against the screaming. She was out of the building but the voices didn't stop. She screamed in frustration. The lock wasn't opening.
FUCK! She screamed in her mind over the voices. IT WON'T OPEN! I HAVE TO CLIMB OVER! She looked up at the spikes perched at the top of the fence. No, she couldn't jump the fence. But yet she had too. She could feel the voices but they weren't just voices anymore. She could feel there heartbeats slowly fading into the nothingness of her mind but loud enough so you couldn't drown them out.
So she made up her mind. She stuck in her foot into a hole in the fence that looked like the mouth of some weird gargoyle. She grabbed the horn of another one and heaved her body up. She lifted her right foot up so it was resting on the lower gargoyle's head then reached with her other hand as far up as she could. It touched the top of the fence. So she awkwardly climbed up so she was at the top. Now it was the problem of getting over the nearly a foot high spikes at the top. She grabbed a spike with her left hand and put her right foot on the ledge between the spikes and heaved her body with all her strength over the spikes. She flew over the spikes and went tumbling on to the ground. Which probably wasn't the best thing since the fence was almost ten feet high.
She bruised her back and her neck hurt but she was sure she didn't break anything. She stood up her head spinning. She quickly grabbed the fence to support herself she looked down through clouded eyes and noticed that her shirt was ripped from the spikes and there was a blood stain around it. She pulled up her shirt and saw a gnash that was bleeding. She wanted to curl up and just wait for death but the voices told her to run. Run away. Run very far away.
I'm better off alone
A lone car drove towards the scrambling Sarah. It's bright headlights blinded her. She stop running on the road and froze with one hand on her bleeding torso and the other hand stretched out blocking the bright lights from her eyes.
FLASHBACK
Sarah lay on her back. The dandelions and other small flowers lay beside her. She opened her eyes and the bright blue sky almost blinded her. Today was a rare day in the city. For once the summer smog was gone and you could see the bright beautiful sky.
She rest one hand on her stomach and she stretched out the other in the air to block the sun was the shinning in her eyes.
Today was a weird day more than just the city smog disappearing, but also the heavy black sweaters and pants. She had worn a bright pink tank top and green jean shorts. Mom had bought them for her about a year ago before... she had to go away for a while.
Anyways mom always said she looked pretty in them and today Sarah was sure mom was coming home. It just felt right you know?
Sarah sat up. She could see the swings and memories of her mother and her playing on them flooded back to her. She smiled softly and sighed happily.
A strong cold wind blew a cloud over the sun, sending the whole park into shadows. Sarah shivered and hugged her self. She yelped slightly as she touched her arms. They were covered in bruises. Sarah's arms dropped and her goofy grin faded, daddy has been very angry lately. Very angry at Sarah for reasons unknown. Sometimes he won' t even look at her.
Sarah stood, her legs and arms covered in goose bumps. She sighed and headed home walking on the cracked road.
END FLASHBACK
The car came to a screeching stop. The man inside rolled down his window, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Sarah eyes shot to the man. He didn't even care if he hit her or not. He had come very close to almost a foot between her and the car. That man was selfish he didn't care about anything accept getting to where he wanted to go. He would never take the time to ask how she was... or spend time with her... or go to the school play she invited him to when she was twelve... or say he loved her and wanted mommy to come back home also...
The voices told her to run at the man. Make him pay for what another man did to her. Make him bleed. Get her revenge. Sarah chuckled, it sounded alright to her. The voices were getting a hold of her and taking over her mind and soul. Her heartbeat was flooded with fifty or more other demonic heartbeats.
Sarah ran screaming at the man inside the car, she pounded on the windows with her fists screaming curses at him. He looked truly frightened and drove away in a hurry.
Sarah burst out laughing. That was... enjoyable. She wanted to do it again. Make more people feel the fear that she felt for most of her life.
She ran towards the city, sometimes falling over a crack in the ground or a branch making her more bloody and bruised.
She made it back to town. She stood off on the highway the bright lights scaring her. She wasn't sure she wanted to go back but yet the voices told her to do it.
She ran into Jump City. The tall office buildings towered high above her, the bright neon lights hurting her blood shot eyes. And so many people, they stared at her. Muttering things and pointing. It was over whelming, suffocating even. She covered her bruised face and ran.
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
Sarah had an expression like a deer staring into a car's headlights before it gets run over. Suddenly her legs started moving twice as fast. She ducked into a dirty ally way her legs pumping hard. One foot in front of the other then other foot. She ran at break neck pace, occasionally falling on the dirty pavement in the alleyways that she ran through.
She ran through the northern part of the city through dark, damp alleys. Finally she made it back to her territory. Her neighborhood. She crept in the shadows away from human life. She sneaked around buildings, quickly but still quietly.
"Is that you girl?" She heard someone calling at her. She froze as she saw her father sitting outside in an old lawn chair. Her blood froze for a second then she got a wild impulse to go run at him and attack him like that man in the car, but it took all her will not to. She could hear the voices getting enraged with her. Sharp pains shot through her head.
Sarah grabbed her aching head and ran away.
By now it was very late and most of the streets where clear of people so Sarah wasn't afraid of running in plain view. She raced down the streets until she was almost of out town. She gazed up into the darkened horizon. From on top of the hill she could see the waves crashing on the shore. She smelled the air and could almost taste the salty water of the sea. She instantly knew where she was going to run now.
She ran opposed to the souls inside her. She had to fight to take each step.
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
Sarah stank down on the cold wet sand sobbing. The souls were mad at her for disobeying. They were punishing her now. Pain flowed through her body like her blood. Her mind was being tore apart. She could feel her grip on reality slipping away like the sand she held in her fists. She just wanted to make this stop. Just to get the souls out of her body and away from her. She regretted ever going to that stupid fucking church. She regretted ever talking to that stupid cult worshiper leader bitch! She just wanted to be sane again! And alone in her own mind with out the voices telling her things.
I think I'm better off alone
Sarah knew the only way of getting rid voices. She shaking pulled off her shoes and socks. She then stood up. She could feel the wet sand squeeze between her toes. Slowly she advanced until the tips of the water licked gently at her feet. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath through her nose, absorbing the refreshing scents of the ocean. She opened her eyes and over to the side. About a quarter mile down the shore was Titans Tower. Sarah narrowed her eyes and scowled, No one can save me...
She advanced into the water until it was high enough that it splashed around her kneecaps. Then she treaded until it was chest high. The cold water felt like angels on her burning flesh. She closed her eyes and let out her breath. She stepped five more steps until she was completely under water. Her eyes stung from the dirty water so she closed them and let the voices take over her body finally.
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home
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Yup there ya go. Now its the usual muffin time!
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P.S. I am going to write a squel (don't worry there is still 2 more chapters to this one), I have a few main things that I need to put in to keep the story going on but do you guys have any ideas? If you do you can email them to me or just add it in with the review! Thanks
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