I don't know what this is. It's like Abarat in modern day with apartments and stuff. It's kinda weird, but I just came up with it like half an hour ago. So here ya go- a weird story. I don't even know what the plot is.
Kirah fumbled for the handle on the door. " I hate you!" she screamed. She ran out the door, leaving her brother standing there in the small apartment lit only by a small lantern.
As long as she could remember, Kirah had lived with her brother, Tas. He was kind and gentle, the kind of brother that you wish you had. He was brilliant, and mature too. When you seeked advice, you went to Tas first. He was the one person that would let you cry on his shoulder if you needed it. He worked at the local grocery store. He wasn't built, but he wasn't scrawny either. He had always protected Kirah, and was the closest thing to a family Kirah had. They were poor, but always managed to get through it all. But why talk only of Tas, when the main character is Kirah?
Kirah is a genius. She has the talent of Picasso. You tell her something to draw, give her a small description, and she can draw it and make it look as if your mind and her's were somehow connected. Her hair is a dirty blonde, tinged with streaks of red and brown. Her eyes are the colors of violets on a rainy day in a forest. The are usually clouded, and nobody knows why. They ask sometimes, but the answer is never very descriptive, "It's just the way I am." Or "Because I feel like that." She wore mostly black clothes, and tended to have no friends. She was never at home, and mostly traveled around the town, looking for mychief and adventure.
She ran out the door, and through the hallway that connected all the apartments. Out the door, it was raining.
"Urge!"
She ran through the maze of apartments, looking back every once in a while to make shure Tas wasn't following her. Then she ran through another apartment complex, and another. She zipped her hoody up even closer to her neck, and put the hood on. Finally she found what she was looking for. She ran up into the apartment building, up a short flight of stairs (which she took two, sometimes three, at a time) and down the hallway to an apartment door. She knocked on the door, and when no one answered she tried again. Finally someone answered. A head poked out the part of the open door.
"You again?" He sounded annoyed, and he looked tired.
"Yea. Sorry?" She phrased it as a question, but never got an answer, just a grunt, as the door slowly opened.
When she was lead into the room, it was pitch-black, except the eerie light coming from the collar of nightmares around the man's neck.
"I don't know what your issue is this time, but you can just lay over there until I find something useful for you to do." He pointed to a corner.
"Ummm…. Yes sir. Uh, I mean master."
Kirah went over to the far side of the room, and curled up in a little ball. She stuck her head in between her knees and the rest of her body. She felt the rhythmic beats of his footsteps as he walked over to his bed, and got in it. She couldn't tell if he was asleep or not, but it was only a matter of time until she didn't care, and drifted asleep.