AN: There is some interesting language being introduced into the story now. Just saying ~CaitCait12
Em:
Today I decided to work on my sketches. I can climb trees, set things on fire and yes, I can draw. Under a willow tree far from where campers are training , I draw things that just scream you need to put this on paper! Today I am working on a drawing of a little girl in a ripped up black dress. She is dropping a lit match on her old looking teddy bear. I know my drawings are so cool!
When I draw I go into this other place really. I can barely register what's going on around me. I usually end up chewing on my bottom lip. I don't notice until I can taste blood. My drawings are usually dark, but sometimes I'll draw a flower or a very detailed leaf. It's not like I'm gothic, there's nothing wrong with them, but I'm not gothic. I think that I'm... different.
I'm deep in thought, adding details to the little girl when a high pitched scream makes me whip my head up. I look around for the source of the scream. There, I see a boy and a girl over his shoulder. He throws her into the lake; it makes me roll my eyes. I'm just not allowed to have peace and quiet. The girl got out of the water and jumped on the guy and pushed him in the lake.
I hear the boy yell "You wanna go?" the girl shouts back"Bring it!"
And then it happens, the guy that I figured is Brett, takes off his t-shirt.
Hours after the fighting idiots left, I decide to go back to my cabin to put away my art material. I walk with my arms wrapped around my sketch book, my hair blows in the breeze. I don't know why I thought of it now, but I like the colour of my eyes. They're a mixture of green and gray. On some days they'll be green on others they'll be a stormy gray. Different, just like my personality.
I change into a gray t-shirt too long for me; it's what I wear for sleep. I lazily drop onto my bed and pull the covers over me. Instantly I fall asleep.
I'm running in the forest, no shoes on and still in my sleep wear. I've never ran this fast before, I don't stop for a break. I keep on running. I'm looking for something, but I don't know what it is. My hair gets tangled in a branch; I snap the branch and continue on my search. I think I hear Aphrodite campers laughing somewhere behind me. I start to run even faster.
Finally I enter a clearing, but stop in pure shock. Standing a few yards away from me is Brett and he is topless again. He smiles at me and winks. My heart starts to beat faster, not from the running.
I wake up with a gasp. I'm back in cabin 13. It's not morning yet.
"What the fuck was that?!" I say loudly.
That was the worst nightmare I've ever had.
An: Please R&R. Thanks ~CaitCait12