{A/N..yup.. i own nothing but this story..enjoy..maybe..}
The streets were dark outside my house. Dark like my emotions. They had blown away like the bitter leaves on a windy autumn day. How could this have happened? How could i have let my guard down? I had been kissed.. but somehow it made me colder.. more bitter towards the world. Anyone else would be rejoicing. Why was i so different? I put my head to my knees, tucked up tight to my chest, arms wrapped around them, my hair falling hapazardously around me. I looked down from my perch high up in the tall oak tree. I could just barely make out the figure comming towards. I crept silently to the center, pulling in my arms and shielding my bare, pale skin with the darkness of the shadows all around me. Very avoidant, yes, but i did not need to be disturbed by whoever was aprotching. If thats what they were comming for. Surprisingly, it sat. It sat at the base of the tree and wept. But what could i do? There was a faltering in their breathing. I moved my foot and i unluckely hit a brittle twig, which snapped off and tumbled down, landing on the ground directly right to the stranger. I sucked in my breath. I had to move. I adroitly swung my body down to one of the branches opposite the figure. Too bad this one couldnt hold my weight, and as it cracked with one final shudder, i went tumbling down to the ground. Once on the ground, i tryed to stay still, hoping that maybe, by some miracle, the person, whomever they were, had not been disturbed by the clumsyness of me. The pavement was cold. A sudden surge of pain struck through my body, and try as I might, I could not suppress my screams. I was pinned down by the piece of dry, dead tree that i had hoped would conceil my presence. There was no one around to help me. That is.. except for the weeping figure. How could they have not heard me? I called for them, but they did not even so much as flinch. Were they ignoring me? were they deaf? or could it be that this mysteriouse figure was not living at all.
I awoke in a cold sweat, out of breath. My eyes were opened wide. It took a minute to realize where i was. My room..my bed..my covers twisted around my body. The sun was streaming through my window. I was alive!..and i could move! of coarse!. That had all been a dream! The cloaked figure, the pain, my screams, they all felt so real.{ a/n.. overused.. i know..i know} I sat up, pulling the covers away from my body. I streatched my arms as far upwards as they could go. Who was that cloaked figure? and why was it crying? This was the third time this week that i had had that dream. Was it trying to tell me something? i shook my head. its not possible. Nothing exciting ever happens to me..at least not exciting enough for me to get dreams of warning. Thoughts of my dream lingered on my mind for a little while longer before i realized an aching pain in the pit of my stomach. I stumbled out of bed sleepily and made my way to the kitchen.
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{Hey! so i finally have a story up..maybe..unless you review and tell me it sucks..then i will save you all pain and take it off. So PLEASE! review and tell me if you like it..or not. oh ya.. this was just kinda a starter..and guess what?? YOU! get to decide who this story is about! yeah! yet another reason that reviews are important for me.. pick a Yu-Gi-Oh! character please.. and one that might go nicely with this starter..hehe..thank you! and i hope this story doesnt make you want to go die ;P .suggestions to inprove are always welcome}