My breaths were trapped in the back of my throat. I was afraid to breathe, because they'd probably come out as screams. The barrel of the gun pressed harder into my head, probably leaving a mark.
"Give me your money," the voice said. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. A couple moments later he took his hand away from my mouth so I could speak.
"I-- I-- I-- don't ha-- a-- ave an-- n-- n--y," I said, my voice shaking so much it took him a while to tell what I was saying. Then he laughed darkly.
"Well, that sucks for you." I felt the gun move a little, as he put his finger on the trigger. I took a deep breath. I would not go out like this. I had somewhat of a plan, but it might just backfire and kill me. I gritted my teeth, bracing myself, then threw my head to the side, against the gun barrel. I hoped it wouldn't make him pull the trigger, and luckily it didn't; it knocked the gun out of his hand. Then I kicked back, hitting him where it counts. He whimpered a little bit, and let go of me.
I took off running. I ran as fast as I could, which was still not fast enough. I focused on my feet, trying to run fast, but still not trip. I heard the gun shot, aimed at me. I ducked, but tried to keep running. I almost fell, but luckily I didn't. Another gun shot.
Then I felt the searing pain. It was through the back of my leg, a couple inches under the back of my knee. I almost fell, but I had to keep going. I managed to run a couple more houses down, out of sight, when I couldn't handle it anymore. With each step, the bullet seemed to rip deeper and deeper into my flesh. I fell onto the sidewalk, leaving a small trail of blood. Tears ran down my face unrelenting.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't walk home, even though it was only a half a block farther, and I couldn't scream someone's name. I feared the attacker would hear and come after me again. So I laid there on the sidewalk for a while, trying to deal with the red-hot pain.
I took a deep breath, and tried to crawl, but it did almost nothing. I got about four houses down, when I just couldn't anymore. I was exhausted. I gave up, and figured enough time had passed; the gunman was probably gone by now.
"Kirsten! Sage!" I screamed. A couple minutes later, and nothing. I screamed their names again. A couple minutes later, they finally showed up.
"Oh my God!" Kirsten said. "What happened?!" She put my arm around her shoulders, and tried to lift me up. Sage held my other side.
"I got shot," I said, keeping my leg off the ground. I winced; it hurt from even the slightest movement. Kirsten and Sage managed to get me home, and laid my carefully on the couch.
"What're we going to do?" Sage asked. Surprisingly, for a seven year old, she was staying pretty calm.
"We need to go get Paige," Kirsten said.
"No," I said quickly. "She just went to work. She needs to. I'll just wait until she gets back."
"But what if it hurts you more? It could get infected."
"I don't care. I'll wait." Kirsten pursed her lips.
"At least let me clean it with rubbing alcohol," she said. I sighed, then agreed after a little while.
Kirsten went and got the rubbing alcohol, then helped me flip over onto my stomach so the wound was faced up. She rolled up my jeans, up to my knee.
It was too much.
She had poured the alcohol into the wound, an amount probably the size of a dime, and it burned incredibly. I hissed, and buried my face in the arm of the couch.
"Sorry!" she apologized. "But I need to clean it!" She poured more alcohol into it, and it felt like my leg was on fire. I screamed, and clenched my teeth together.
"Enough!" I shouted at her. She nodded and backed away. "I'll just wait for Paige now..." I managed to actually fall asleep a while after that, despite the pain.
."What happened?!" Paige screamed, jerking me away from a nice nap. I peered over my shoulder, to see her gaping at me.
"She got shot," Sage said quietly. "You need to fix it." Paige stared at me, unbelieving, and then shook her head.
"Fine. Ok, ok... Um, you guys get her to lay down on the table, under the light. I'll go get Mom's old sewing kit."
"Sewing kit?!" I squeaked.
"Yes, Shelby," she said, exasperated. "We need to get the bullet out, and sew up the wound." I whimpered as she disappeared into Mom's room, and Kirsten and Sage helped me get up. I had to lay down on the kitchen table; it felt like I was being operated on. It was frightening.
"How do you plan on getting the bullet out?" I asked when Paige came back.
"Not sure yet," she said, looking around the room. She was quiet for a moment. "There..." she said, going to the kitchen. She held up a spoon.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I screeched. "No! No way!"
"It's either this, or a fishing hook, Shelby." I gulped. She grabbed something else, and threw it at my face. "Bite on it." It was a towel. I stuffed it into my mouth, and braced myself.
***
"STOP! JUST STOP!" I screamed. "JUST LEAVE IT! I CAN LIVE WITH A BULLET IN MY LEG!!"
"It's out," Paige finally said, after almost an hour of "surgery." I sighed a big sigh of relief. "Now we have to stitch it up," she sighed, holding up a needle and thread. I whimpered, and bit down hard on the towel again.
***
I was in tears by the end. I couldn't take it; the pain was terrible. After a half hour, the bullet hole in my leg was all stitched up. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to move.
"Just stay here for a while," Paige said. "I'm going to put ice on it to numb it."
"You couldn't have done that before?!" I shouted at her. She pursed her lips, and shrugged sheepishly. I groaned, and put my forehead on the table. It was beaded in sweat, and I took a lot of deep breaths. She put a pack of ice in another towel on my leg cooling down the burning feeling in my leg.
"How're you feeling?" Sage asked quietly from the couch.
"Hell," I muttered.
"Watch it," Paige said. "I let the profanities slip by before because I knew you were in a lot of pain. Doesn't mean you can swear now." I growled at her.
"I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck right now," I said through my teeth. Despite the ice, my leg still hurt like crazy. There was the sound of a door unlocking, and someone stepped in. Paige stood up, and I looked over my shoulder to see who it was.
Mom.
"Hey girls!" she said cheerfully. "How was your day? I had the greatest day with Matt! Oh, it was wonderful..." She went and got Auburn from her crib, and came back, all smiles. She sighed at me, shaking her head. "Shelby, why are you on the table," she chastised. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the table.
"Give me your money," the voice said. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. A couple moments later he took his hand away from my mouth so I could speak.
"I-- I-- I-- don't ha-- a-- ave an-- n-- n--y," I said, my voice shaking so much it took him a while to tell what I was saying. Then he laughed darkly.
"Well, that sucks for you." I felt the gun move a little, as he put his finger on the trigger. I took a deep breath. I would not go out like this. I had somewhat of a plan, but it might just backfire and kill me. I gritted my teeth, bracing myself, then threw my head to the side, against the gun barrel. I hoped it wouldn't make him pull the trigger, and luckily it didn't; it knocked the gun out of his hand. Then I kicked back, hitting him where it counts. He whimpered a little bit, and let go of me.
I took off running. I ran as fast as I could, which was still not fast enough. I focused on my feet, trying to run fast, but still not trip. I heard the gun shot, aimed at me. I ducked, but tried to keep running. I almost fell, but luckily I didn't. Another gun shot.
Then I felt the searing pain. It was through the back of my leg, a couple inches under the back of my knee. I almost fell, but I had to keep going. I managed to run a couple more houses down, out of sight, when I couldn't handle it anymore. With each step, the bullet seemed to rip deeper and deeper into my flesh. I fell onto the sidewalk, leaving a small trail of blood. Tears ran down my face unrelenting.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't walk home, even though it was only a half a block farther, and I couldn't scream someone's name. I feared the attacker would hear and come after me again. So I laid there on the sidewalk for a while, trying to deal with the red-hot pain.
I took a deep breath, and tried to crawl, but it did almost nothing. I got about four houses down, when I just couldn't anymore. I was exhausted. I gave up, and figured enough time had passed; the gunman was probably gone by now.
"Kirsten! Sage!" I screamed. A couple minutes later, and nothing. I screamed their names again. A couple minutes later, they finally showed up.
"Oh my God!" Kirsten said. "What happened?!" She put my arm around her shoulders, and tried to lift me up. Sage held my other side.
"I got shot," I said, keeping my leg off the ground. I winced; it hurt from even the slightest movement. Kirsten and Sage managed to get me home, and laid my carefully on the couch.
"What're we going to do?" Sage asked. Surprisingly, for a seven year old, she was staying pretty calm.
"We need to go get Paige," Kirsten said.
"No," I said quickly. "She just went to work. She needs to. I'll just wait until she gets back."
"But what if it hurts you more? It could get infected."
"I don't care. I'll wait." Kirsten pursed her lips.
"At least let me clean it with rubbing alcohol," she said. I sighed, then agreed after a little while.
Kirsten went and got the rubbing alcohol, then helped me flip over onto my stomach so the wound was faced up. She rolled up my jeans, up to my knee.
It was too much.
She had poured the alcohol into the wound, an amount probably the size of a dime, and it burned incredibly. I hissed, and buried my face in the arm of the couch.
"Sorry!" she apologized. "But I need to clean it!" She poured more alcohol into it, and it felt like my leg was on fire. I screamed, and clenched my teeth together.
"Enough!" I shouted at her. She nodded and backed away. "I'll just wait for Paige now..." I managed to actually fall asleep a while after that, despite the pain.
."What happened?!" Paige screamed, jerking me away from a nice nap. I peered over my shoulder, to see her gaping at me.
"She got shot," Sage said quietly. "You need to fix it." Paige stared at me, unbelieving, and then shook her head.
"Fine. Ok, ok... Um, you guys get her to lay down on the table, under the light. I'll go get Mom's old sewing kit."
"Sewing kit?!" I squeaked.
"Yes, Shelby," she said, exasperated. "We need to get the bullet out, and sew up the wound." I whimpered as she disappeared into Mom's room, and Kirsten and Sage helped me get up. I had to lay down on the kitchen table; it felt like I was being operated on. It was frightening.
"How do you plan on getting the bullet out?" I asked when Paige came back.
"Not sure yet," she said, looking around the room. She was quiet for a moment. "There..." she said, going to the kitchen. She held up a spoon.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I screeched. "No! No way!"
"It's either this, or a fishing hook, Shelby." I gulped. She grabbed something else, and threw it at my face. "Bite on it." It was a towel. I stuffed it into my mouth, and braced myself.
***
"STOP! JUST STOP!" I screamed. "JUST LEAVE IT! I CAN LIVE WITH A BULLET IN MY LEG!!"
"It's out," Paige finally said, after almost an hour of "surgery." I sighed a big sigh of relief. "Now we have to stitch it up," she sighed, holding up a needle and thread. I whimpered, and bit down hard on the towel again.
***
I was in tears by the end. I couldn't take it; the pain was terrible. After a half hour, the bullet hole in my leg was all stitched up. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to move.
"Just stay here for a while," Paige said. "I'm going to put ice on it to numb it."
"You couldn't have done that before?!" I shouted at her. She pursed her lips, and shrugged sheepishly. I groaned, and put my forehead on the table. It was beaded in sweat, and I took a lot of deep breaths. She put a pack of ice in another towel on my leg cooling down the burning feeling in my leg.
"How're you feeling?" Sage asked quietly from the couch.
"Hell," I muttered.
"Watch it," Paige said. "I let the profanities slip by before because I knew you were in a lot of pain. Doesn't mean you can swear now." I growled at her.
"I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck right now," I said through my teeth. Despite the ice, my leg still hurt like crazy. There was the sound of a door unlocking, and someone stepped in. Paige stood up, and I looked over my shoulder to see who it was.
Mom.
"Hey girls!" she said cheerfully. "How was your day? I had the greatest day with Matt! Oh, it was wonderful..." She went and got Auburn from her crib, and came back, all smiles. She sighed at me, shaking her head. "Shelby, why are you on the table," she chastised. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the table.
The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed by sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed by sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
you think you are so bright,
saying you buzz because you care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way you can show you care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't you understand?
Have you tried to understand?
Do I really expect you to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse you uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
You think I don't know anything,
you think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
You think because you are older,
you know more than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, you are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make you knelt
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
you think you are so bright,
saying you buzz because you care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way you can show you care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't you understand?
Have you tried to understand?
Do I really expect you to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse you uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
You think I don't know anything,
you think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
You think because you are older,
you know more than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, you are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make you knelt
I look out
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
You never stayed
Unless you profited
You never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That you will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone you never loved
Someone you don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
You never stayed
Unless you profited
You never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That you will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone you never loved
Someone you don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
"You'll never get the secret from me!" The monsters' eyes gleamed. They wanted me to yell. It was a sign of my weakening resolve. I lowered my voice. "The secret is worthless to you unless you know where they are. Without them, you'll be trapped." None of us in the small chamber knew who was bluffing and who wasn't.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us more than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? You act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and you to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."
And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us more than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? You act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and you to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."
And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.
Dear diary
Today was my first date with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to Dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx
Tell me what you think. Rate, comment, tell me what should happen next. is it bad?!?
Today was my first date with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to Dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx
Tell me what you think. Rate, comment, tell me what should happen next. is it bad?!?
Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
You made no attempt to stop me
In fact you probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in love with you.
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
You made no attempt to stop me
In fact you probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in love with you.
A/N: Okay, so this was an idea that pestered me. Let me know if I should continue.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.