I saw black sneakers with purple shoestrings. Then tight black pants. Next a draping black shirt, with small hands covered by fingerless, leather gloves. A cross choker sat at the base of her neck. My eyes then fell upon hers. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, somewhat similar to my own. The black hair teased slightly, with choppy, side bangs, covering the outer corner of her right eye. It was the girl, from the hallway. The one who thanked me. I gasped softly.
“Hello, Lucy,” I said to her.
“Hello,” she said in the same small voice.
“Dr. Demidov, Lucy’s file is on my desk. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll be back in about one hour,” Mrs. Blake left the room. I stood, and moved over to Mrs. Blake’s chair, behind the desk.
“Take a seat,” I said gesturing to the chair, I just moved from. Lucy sat in the chair, grimacing when it made a soft creak. She was so tiny, in all ways, short, and skinny. “Tell me about you,” I said watching as her eyes jumped, and flashed. Her arm muscle twitched. The eye flash was from the obsessive-compulsive disorder, but the arm twitch was not. I guessed it was a tic, possibly Tourette syndrome.
“Well, there isn’t much to tell,” she chuckled humorlessly.
“I’m sure there is,” I said with a slight smile. “How old are you?” I asked when she didn’t respond.
“I’m nine,” she said looking at her hands.
“But you’re in sixth grade,” I said confused. “You should only be in fourth grade.”
“I know, but I skipped fifth grade. They made me take a test, and I got a perfect score. Then, they threw me in this hell hole,” Lucy said with certain bitterness. It was a bitterness I understood, I was the same way when I was her age.
“So, I’m going to assume you don’t like school,” I said studying her expression.
“I hate it, and I want to watch as it burns to the ground,” she said with a dark gleam in her eye.
“If you hate it so, how are you so smart?” I asked. I know how most minds worked. Children’s minds work in such a logical way. If they do not like something, they will not bring success with it. Lucy was different, though.
“I don’t know, I don’t pay attention,” she shrugged.
“I was the same way in school. I never did skip a grade, though,” I said. “Well, unless missing most of your senior year counts,” I was put into the institution. I didn’t finish high school.
“Considering you obtained a doctorate degree without finishing high school, I think it does count,” Lucy looked up at me, nodding slightly. I checked the clock on the wall. It had only been fifteen minutes.
“Tell me about your parents,” I said. I wanted to know what kind of people didn’t bring their child into my office. Why the school had to call me, instead of them?
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said becoming suddenly fascinated with the wall.
“Alright,” I didn’t want to make her talk about something that makes her uncomfortable. It wasn’t fair of me. The information may be in her file, I would check later.
The next forty-five minutes we spent talking about her friends, classes, and artistic abilities. Lucy told me, next time she saw me, I could see her sketchbook. She had said only one person had seen it, and that was her best friend, Xander. The way she spoke of him sounded like young love. I wondered of her love interest.
Mrs. Blake was punctual; the clock told me an hour had passed. Then, she walked in.
“Are you finished, Dr. Demidov?” Mrs. Blake asked.
“Yes, for today,” I answered.
“Oh. Will you be seeing her again?” Mrs. Blake asked.
“Yes, next Friday, preferably,” How could she think I would not keep seeing her? I looked over at Lucy. “If possible Lucy, I’d like to see you tomorrow, outside of school. Would that be alright?”
She nodded, her small, angular face bobbing up, and down as she did so. “Where?” She asked.
“I’ll give the information to Mrs. Blake. She can give it to you today, before you leave,” I said glancing at Mrs. Blake to make sure she would.
“Okay, thank you, Dr. Demidov,” Lucy said as she started out the door.
“Lucy,” I called. “I assume we will be seeing a lot of each other, so please, call me, Damien,” I said. She nodded, and then walked out the door.
Mrs. Blake gave me a slip of paper, and a pen. “You can write the information down there.”
“Thank you,” I said, removing Lucy’s file from the drawer. I thumbed through it, until I found the section about her parents.
I looked down the page, and then my eyes fell upon some valuable information. As I read, I discovered her mother left her at Memorial Hospital. She did not notify the nurses, she just left. Lucy was in the NICU, she was born three months premature. The nurses took care of her, until she was healthy, and normal size.
Afterwards, the doctors, and nurses put her in a foster home. The longest time she’d stayed at one was six months. No one wanted her, because she was hard to handle. Social Services had also tried adoption. Again, no one wanted her, because she was too eccentric.
She’d been at her current home for two months. The names of the foster parents were Mr., and Mrs. Blevins. Mr. Blevins was a dentist, and Mrs. Blevins worked as a pharmacist. As I read the name of the pharmacy, I realized that is where Grey worked. Grey was Mrs. Blevins secretary.
I remembered Grey telling me about her last night. Mrs. Blevins was a nice woman, but stern. She’d been screaming at her kid on the phone. Was it Lucy she was yelling at? Surely not.
I quickly jotted down the place, and time of the meeting tomorrow. We would meet at Social Services headquarters, from noon, until two. I handed the paper to Mrs. Blake.
“Thank you,” she said taking the paper. I stood from the chair, taking the file.
I walked out of the school. Going towards home.
“Hello, Lucy,” I said to her.
“Hello,” she said in the same small voice.
“Dr. Demidov, Lucy’s file is on my desk. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll be back in about one hour,” Mrs. Blake left the room. I stood, and moved over to Mrs. Blake’s chair, behind the desk.
“Take a seat,” I said gesturing to the chair, I just moved from. Lucy sat in the chair, grimacing when it made a soft creak. She was so tiny, in all ways, short, and skinny. “Tell me about you,” I said watching as her eyes jumped, and flashed. Her arm muscle twitched. The eye flash was from the obsessive-compulsive disorder, but the arm twitch was not. I guessed it was a tic, possibly Tourette syndrome.
“Well, there isn’t much to tell,” she chuckled humorlessly.
“I’m sure there is,” I said with a slight smile. “How old are you?” I asked when she didn’t respond.
“I’m nine,” she said looking at her hands.
“But you’re in sixth grade,” I said confused. “You should only be in fourth grade.”
“I know, but I skipped fifth grade. They made me take a test, and I got a perfect score. Then, they threw me in this hell hole,” Lucy said with certain bitterness. It was a bitterness I understood, I was the same way when I was her age.
“So, I’m going to assume you don’t like school,” I said studying her expression.
“I hate it, and I want to watch as it burns to the ground,” she said with a dark gleam in her eye.
“If you hate it so, how are you so smart?” I asked. I know how most minds worked. Children’s minds work in such a logical way. If they do not like something, they will not bring success with it. Lucy was different, though.
“I don’t know, I don’t pay attention,” she shrugged.
“I was the same way in school. I never did skip a grade, though,” I said. “Well, unless missing most of your senior year counts,” I was put into the institution. I didn’t finish high school.
“Considering you obtained a doctorate degree without finishing high school, I think it does count,” Lucy looked up at me, nodding slightly. I checked the clock on the wall. It had only been fifteen minutes.
“Tell me about your parents,” I said. I wanted to know what kind of people didn’t bring their child into my office. Why the school had to call me, instead of them?
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said becoming suddenly fascinated with the wall.
“Alright,” I didn’t want to make her talk about something that makes her uncomfortable. It wasn’t fair of me. The information may be in her file, I would check later.
The next forty-five minutes we spent talking about her friends, classes, and artistic abilities. Lucy told me, next time she saw me, I could see her sketchbook. She had said only one person had seen it, and that was her best friend, Xander. The way she spoke of him sounded like young love. I wondered of her love interest.
Mrs. Blake was punctual; the clock told me an hour had passed. Then, she walked in.
“Are you finished, Dr. Demidov?” Mrs. Blake asked.
“Yes, for today,” I answered.
“Oh. Will you be seeing her again?” Mrs. Blake asked.
“Yes, next Friday, preferably,” How could she think I would not keep seeing her? I looked over at Lucy. “If possible Lucy, I’d like to see you tomorrow, outside of school. Would that be alright?”
She nodded, her small, angular face bobbing up, and down as she did so. “Where?” She asked.
“I’ll give the information to Mrs. Blake. She can give it to you today, before you leave,” I said glancing at Mrs. Blake to make sure she would.
“Okay, thank you, Dr. Demidov,” Lucy said as she started out the door.
“Lucy,” I called. “I assume we will be seeing a lot of each other, so please, call me, Damien,” I said. She nodded, and then walked out the door.
Mrs. Blake gave me a slip of paper, and a pen. “You can write the information down there.”
“Thank you,” I said, removing Lucy’s file from the drawer. I thumbed through it, until I found the section about her parents.
I looked down the page, and then my eyes fell upon some valuable information. As I read, I discovered her mother left her at Memorial Hospital. She did not notify the nurses, she just left. Lucy was in the NICU, she was born three months premature. The nurses took care of her, until she was healthy, and normal size.
Afterwards, the doctors, and nurses put her in a foster home. The longest time she’d stayed at one was six months. No one wanted her, because she was hard to handle. Social Services had also tried adoption. Again, no one wanted her, because she was too eccentric.
She’d been at her current home for two months. The names of the foster parents were Mr., and Mrs. Blevins. Mr. Blevins was a dentist, and Mrs. Blevins worked as a pharmacist. As I read the name of the pharmacy, I realized that is where Grey worked. Grey was Mrs. Blevins secretary.
I remembered Grey telling me about her last night. Mrs. Blevins was a nice woman, but stern. She’d been screaming at her kid on the phone. Was it Lucy she was yelling at? Surely not.
I quickly jotted down the place, and time of the meeting tomorrow. We would meet at Social Services headquarters, from noon, until two. I handed the paper to Mrs. Blake.
“Thank you,” she said taking the paper. I stood from the chair, taking the file.
I walked out of the school. Going towards home.
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, by tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right next to you then..." The blonde looked at the house next to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The show is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This show is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The show is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This show is over,
Now go home.
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically writing this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)