Post by Georgie on Apr 11, 2006 4:26:25 GMT -5
This is one of my earlier attempts at anything during a computer class at school.. got bored and started writing..
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Marissa could have sworn she’d been here already as she walked down the long empty corridor. All the doors on either side were closed and a small light burned at the very end, always seeming the same distance away, forever out of reach. She could hear voices speaking behind the doors, and whenever she checked one they were locked. Shivering Marissa wrapped her arms around her slender body spinning around as she heard a foot-fall behind her. Black eyes went wide as she saw a shadow flitter from one door and into a next, neither of those doors opened. Biting her lower lip she turned and moved on again, the small light down the other end beaconing her, calling her to it. Marissa paused again hearing the footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she set off again, her skin pale, the corridor dark and in shadow. Marissa knew something was there but did not know what. Moving faster she thought the light had gotten bigger, she was getting closer. Then the hole caught her eye and she slid to a halt, starring across the wide abyss before her, keeping her from that beckoning light, keeping her from those calling voices she could know hear. She felt hands push her and she stepped out, plunging away into the darkness, down into the abyss to her death…
Marissa woke with a scream, shooting up from the pillow, her eyes wide open and staring around the small room she slept in. Rain pelted the window, a steady reminder of where she was, in her fathers house, much to her disappointment. After her parents had split three years ago for unforeseen reasons, she’d been shipped between them, making way for a new step mother and new step father, not to mention the little brother born to her fathers new horrid wife, the one who refused to accept her as her husbands daughter, his first daughter not to forget. Marissa placed a hand over her pounding heart, pleading with it to stop, hoping she hadn’t woken anyone up, though in the room she slept in, out in the outhouse, no one could hear her. She reached up and with a trembling hand brushed the hair from her face, closing her eyes she could still hear the voices, screaming at her to help them. Marissa opened her eyes again and glanced anxiously at the radio which had been on quietly beside her, there was nothing but static. As the voices in her head quit so did the static giving way to the catchy tunes of the modern music.
Marissa took a deep steadying breath, forcing herself to calm down, to think things over. She’d had the dream before, in the same room. She tried to forget the reason she was with her father. Her mother didn’t want her, and her father didn’t want her, she was a constant reminder of the marriage that failed. She touched her cheek and found it wet with tears, standing up she went to look in the mirror and gazed blankly at herself, peering into those eyes of hers, which neither her mother nor her father possessed, her eyes had belonged to only a few people in her family, and as they were some of the wealthiest people in the country her heritage was long and prestigious. Forcing herself away from the thoughts she wandered back to bed, sitting down with a sigh on the scummy mattress her step-mother had found for her, secretly hoping she might catch a deadly disease from it, her step parents whether it was mother or father were trying to get rid of her, always wanting her out of sight. She’d tried to run away once, with little success, the guard always caught her, always brought her back. Back to the hell hole she hated, sometimes even putting her in a jail cell if too far from the house. Marissa shivered and lay back, pulling the blankets up around her, pushing down into the bed, hoping to find a little warmth on the wet damp night, the rain still pounded the grubby glass of the windows on the outhouse, as far from the house as the lake which was 80 meters east from where she lay. Squeezing her eyes shut she pleaded for sleep, curling within herself to find some warmth, what warmth there had been had been stolen away when she’d woken before, throwing her blankets away from herself. Sighing she opened her eyes again glaring at the ticking clock beside her head on the beside table, telling her that the time was 1.10 in the morning, she’d woken up before at the same time, only that was a year ago now. Reaching up she felt along her hairline till she found the scar just above her right ear, no one would tell her how she got it not even her own parents or the doctors. All she knew was that a year of her life was missing, and when she’d come back from the dark abyss of her coma her parents had been divorced and she was tucked away in some foreign hospital, all hope that she’d wake up gone. She wrapped her arms around her, her hands placed at her shoulders, and found them strangely warm. Pulling a hand into view she stared at it, confused and puzzled, it looked almost to be slightly glowing, with a red tinge, shaking it she watched the colouration disappear, to go back to normal and again her hands felt cold. With a bemused shake of her head she fell back and accepted the pillows now chilled embrace.
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Marissa could have sworn she’d been here already as she walked down the long empty corridor. All the doors on either side were closed and a small light burned at the very end, always seeming the same distance away, forever out of reach. She could hear voices speaking behind the doors, and whenever she checked one they were locked. Shivering Marissa wrapped her arms around her slender body spinning around as she heard a foot-fall behind her. Black eyes went wide as she saw a shadow flitter from one door and into a next, neither of those doors opened. Biting her lower lip she turned and moved on again, the small light down the other end beaconing her, calling her to it. Marissa paused again hearing the footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she set off again, her skin pale, the corridor dark and in shadow. Marissa knew something was there but did not know what. Moving faster she thought the light had gotten bigger, she was getting closer. Then the hole caught her eye and she slid to a halt, starring across the wide abyss before her, keeping her from that beckoning light, keeping her from those calling voices she could know hear. She felt hands push her and she stepped out, plunging away into the darkness, down into the abyss to her death…
Marissa woke with a scream, shooting up from the pillow, her eyes wide open and staring around the small room she slept in. Rain pelted the window, a steady reminder of where she was, in her fathers house, much to her disappointment. After her parents had split three years ago for unforeseen reasons, she’d been shipped between them, making way for a new step mother and new step father, not to mention the little brother born to her fathers new horrid wife, the one who refused to accept her as her husbands daughter, his first daughter not to forget. Marissa placed a hand over her pounding heart, pleading with it to stop, hoping she hadn’t woken anyone up, though in the room she slept in, out in the outhouse, no one could hear her. She reached up and with a trembling hand brushed the hair from her face, closing her eyes she could still hear the voices, screaming at her to help them. Marissa opened her eyes again and glanced anxiously at the radio which had been on quietly beside her, there was nothing but static. As the voices in her head quit so did the static giving way to the catchy tunes of the modern music.
Marissa took a deep steadying breath, forcing herself to calm down, to think things over. She’d had the dream before, in the same room. She tried to forget the reason she was with her father. Her mother didn’t want her, and her father didn’t want her, she was a constant reminder of the marriage that failed. She touched her cheek and found it wet with tears, standing up she went to look in the mirror and gazed blankly at herself, peering into those eyes of hers, which neither her mother nor her father possessed, her eyes had belonged to only a few people in her family, and as they were some of the wealthiest people in the country her heritage was long and prestigious. Forcing herself away from the thoughts she wandered back to bed, sitting down with a sigh on the scummy mattress her step-mother had found for her, secretly hoping she might catch a deadly disease from it, her step parents whether it was mother or father were trying to get rid of her, always wanting her out of sight. She’d tried to run away once, with little success, the guard always caught her, always brought her back. Back to the hell hole she hated, sometimes even putting her in a jail cell if too far from the house. Marissa shivered and lay back, pulling the blankets up around her, pushing down into the bed, hoping to find a little warmth on the wet damp night, the rain still pounded the grubby glass of the windows on the outhouse, as far from the house as the lake which was 80 meters east from where she lay. Squeezing her eyes shut she pleaded for sleep, curling within herself to find some warmth, what warmth there had been had been stolen away when she’d woken before, throwing her blankets away from herself. Sighing she opened her eyes again glaring at the ticking clock beside her head on the beside table, telling her that the time was 1.10 in the morning, she’d woken up before at the same time, only that was a year ago now. Reaching up she felt along her hairline till she found the scar just above her right ear, no one would tell her how she got it not even her own parents or the doctors. All she knew was that a year of her life was missing, and when she’d come back from the dark abyss of her coma her parents had been divorced and she was tucked away in some foreign hospital, all hope that she’d wake up gone. She wrapped her arms around her, her hands placed at her shoulders, and found them strangely warm. Pulling a hand into view she stared at it, confused and puzzled, it looked almost to be slightly glowing, with a red tinge, shaking it she watched the colouration disappear, to go back to normal and again her hands felt cold. With a bemused shake of her head she fell back and accepted the pillows now chilled embrace.
