Post by allmeheart on Apr 18, 2005 17:50:33 GMT -6
ok, well lets see, I had a few family issues and emotional issues and began writing this story, in hopes of saving myself I had to quit, but I am posting this to find out if I should try to write something else
Sara sat upon the rooftop overwhelmed by all that had happened. How she hated to cry but she could no longer resist. The pressure behind her closed eyes was beginning to reach a level to which she had no control over. Without warning she fell into darkness, just another black hole absorbing every emotion and releasing nothing in return. Only another breakdown she thought, yet it wasn’t just another breakdown. She was beginning to realize the truth hidden behind every emotional moment. This was her true self, her soul being tortured and becoming hurt. The intensity of everything was constantly increasing. Just the memories of the previous week were enough to smother the remaining happiness contained within her soul.
Did she still have a soul?
That question arose repeatedly with no certain or for sure answer to soothe her worry. Just as she began to gather and calm herself she heard the faint sound of yelling, the television was blaring at an attempt to hear it over the yelling and screaming that was going on inside the house which only forced the volume of yelling to increase. Then she saw her mom being physically and mentally abused. That bastard. How she hated her father with a passion to which nothing could compare. Her mom’s face was now bloody, bruised, and swollen to a degree in which she could no longer recognize the individual by appearance. Was it her mom or yet another person residing on the Earth filled with hatred she would never desire to understand. She was never sure of much. She glanced toward her best friend, Seth’s house and wished he could be there or even near her so that could perhaps comfort her in her times of need. Less than a second after those thoughts she heard a faint call. Someone was calling her name. She recognized the voice.
“Sara!” Seth cried.
The voice seemed to be someone shouting her name, but in her state of mind it sounded distorted and far-off. Seth had now begun to climb up to the rooftop. Sara looked so sad and disheartened, all he wanted to do was to give her a hug and cheer her up. The passion within was overcoming his state of mind. He should confide in friendship and friendship only. Ignoring his growing passion for the likeness of Sara. He fell back into his role as a friend, best friend. It seemed so very difficult to ignore the passion. If only he could have his way with her, just this once. Their lips would meet. Oh, how nice it would be to have their acquaintance. He desired her touch more than ever before. One thing he could promise himself was that the desires would only increase in intensity with time. Finally the distance between the roof and the ground, now fare below, was shortening. He stepped onto the rooftop and quickened his pace so that he could carry out his duties as a friend. She turned back around as he reached the roof safely. He sat in front of her. She had missed Seth more than she had come to believe. Last week was living hell’s holiday and had changed everything and everyone. She longed to cry out how she felt towards him, but Sara could not find the words to describe her feelings at the time. He was looking down at her, yet it didn’t feel as though that was what he thought of her. He admired her. All Sara’s flaws made her seem perfect. They both knew perfection didn’t exist in reality, but in the presence of love it seemed pure and true. She meant the world to him. He would kill anyone who had intentions of hurting her. Her dad had it coming. He was gazing into her eyes with admiration, lost in her beauty. She felt his eyes on her and looked up only to end in gazing back into his eyes as well. He wished he could stop time and savor the moment. Realizing the passion’s presence he broke free from the gaze. Only a friend, that’s all he could ever be. He gave her a hug intended to only be a friendly response, but it meant something more, much more. The comfort she had been longing for was subdued with the hug he had given her. Sara opened her mouth to explain everything that had happened. Seth put a finger to her lips and shook his head.
“Say nothing.” Seth whispered.
An innocent tear fell from her eyes. Nobody but him had ever understood her. Sara knew Seth had a hard life, but he cared so much for her that he would not put the burden of worry on her by explaining why. He had to have been through hell if he really understood her as well as he seemed to. Seth looked back into her eyes. They had a gloss to them, a shiny, misty look. Her eyes appeared this way because she had been crying. The tears never tainted her soul; they released some of the pain. He knew she was always thinking of suicide, but if she ever attempted suicide he would not hesitate to do the same. He realized then that he loved her, not just a petty crush, a true love. It was a feeling that touched the heart, and could help a lost Sara. As another tear was shed he took her into his arms, and held her tight, closer than they ever had been. Her hair smelled of a sweet strawberry, her skin soft and smooth. He placed a kiss atop her head. Sara was amazed at his brave actions. She could have slapped him, but she liked, no, no she didn’t just like Seth she loved him. Sara thought of the hugs and the kiss as a friend trying to cheer her up. She thought of it in such a manner so that there would be no risk of over contemplating it. There would be no fears of thinking too complex. If she was to take it the wrong way things could end up terribly wrong. She heard a car engine rev up. It had frightened her. Sara scanned the driveway and saw that the truck was gone. She had forgotten that she was still in Seth’s arms. Sara pulled away just enough so that he understood she was now stable. Seth observed Sara’s appearance for any signs of physical abuse. He found no evidence. He only saw her dark, rich brown hair, and her steel blue-gray eyes. She looked pale, confused, but most of all, lost. Sara headed down the ladder, but not before she caught, yet another glimpse of Seth. He had black hair, it was spiked quite often, he had a slight tan, and his eyes green with streaks of gray in the sunlight. He was taller than Sara, she was only 5’3”, and he was 5’9”. Sara reached the ground just as Seth began t make his way down after her. The solid earth felt reassuring, so sturdy, and so permanent. Sara leaned back against the colossal Oak, which was located only a few feet from her bedroom window, as she waited for Seth to set foot on ground. Seth was concentrating on controlling the deep and ever growing passion. He hopped to the ground when there were only three rungs left on the ladder. Sara led the way up the walkway and into the house. When they got inside Seth gasped at the sight of the disaster area. He thought to himself.
They must have had a big fight everything is broken, or damaged. Glass is shattered and pieces are littered through out the entire house.
Sara turned the corner and ran to the phone as quickly as she had entered the kitchen only moments before. Seth ran behind her after he caught a glimpse of the terror-stricken face Sara was wearing, he glanced over to where Sara had been staring. It was Sara’s mother, lying there, lifeless. His jaw dropped and pupils grew. Sara’s mom had a gash on he forehead, minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises, wrists slit, black eye, cut lip, and the most noticeable thing was the knife protruding from her chest, a puddle of blood surrounding the young woman. Her once flawless body was now decorated with many. Seth was in shock. He knew Sara’s dad was violent when he had a few drinks, but he never would have imagined him doing something this extreme no matter how drunk he had become. Seth closed his eyes and opened them again after no more than five seconds to see if this had really happened or if it was all a dream. It had. The shock had worn off and with that he ran over to Sara who was sitting in a chair beside the phone taking deep breaths, crying, and shaking. Sara would have been screaming if the noise had come out when she tried. It was common for her dad to speed off, drunk, after a fight but he had never left so quickly before and now she knew why he had. Her own dad had tried to kill her mom and succeeded. Sara walked over to her mom and scared as she was, checked for a pulse. There was none. Her mom was stone cold, her skin rubbery, and she was ……dead. Sara opened her mouth only once to mutter only one word.
“Dead.” Sara muttered.
Sara’s eyes were red and swollen from all the tears she had shed. In such a short amount of time her entire life had changed. Her whole world had died. The tables had turned. Seth was beginning to ponder who Sara would live with, what would happen to her. Sara was only 14 and had had a terrible life since the day she had entered this cruel world, and now her mom was dead. The only relative that wanted her alive was dead. Whatever did happen the chances were slim that he would be able to see her. The rest of her family lived in another state. As much as they hated her he could be almost certain that they would not allow her to travel such a distance for only a friend, and definitely not if they were to ever become something more. Either her dad would be in prison or he would put her up for adoption. He could only guess that her family would pass her around from relative to relative until her 18th birthday if her dad was in prison. Knowing how cruel her family is they would probably kick her out on her birthday.
Would she come back and find him if that became her future?
Sara was so unpredictable he couldn’t answer that question. Only time would tell.
--By:Jessica
Sara sat upon the rooftop overwhelmed by all that had happened. How she hated to cry but she could no longer resist. The pressure behind her closed eyes was beginning to reach a level to which she had no control over. Without warning she fell into darkness, just another black hole absorbing every emotion and releasing nothing in return. Only another breakdown she thought, yet it wasn’t just another breakdown. She was beginning to realize the truth hidden behind every emotional moment. This was her true self, her soul being tortured and becoming hurt. The intensity of everything was constantly increasing. Just the memories of the previous week were enough to smother the remaining happiness contained within her soul.
Did she still have a soul?
That question arose repeatedly with no certain or for sure answer to soothe her worry. Just as she began to gather and calm herself she heard the faint sound of yelling, the television was blaring at an attempt to hear it over the yelling and screaming that was going on inside the house which only forced the volume of yelling to increase. Then she saw her mom being physically and mentally abused. That bastard. How she hated her father with a passion to which nothing could compare. Her mom’s face was now bloody, bruised, and swollen to a degree in which she could no longer recognize the individual by appearance. Was it her mom or yet another person residing on the Earth filled with hatred she would never desire to understand. She was never sure of much. She glanced toward her best friend, Seth’s house and wished he could be there or even near her so that could perhaps comfort her in her times of need. Less than a second after those thoughts she heard a faint call. Someone was calling her name. She recognized the voice.
“Sara!” Seth cried.
The voice seemed to be someone shouting her name, but in her state of mind it sounded distorted and far-off. Seth had now begun to climb up to the rooftop. Sara looked so sad and disheartened, all he wanted to do was to give her a hug and cheer her up. The passion within was overcoming his state of mind. He should confide in friendship and friendship only. Ignoring his growing passion for the likeness of Sara. He fell back into his role as a friend, best friend. It seemed so very difficult to ignore the passion. If only he could have his way with her, just this once. Their lips would meet. Oh, how nice it would be to have their acquaintance. He desired her touch more than ever before. One thing he could promise himself was that the desires would only increase in intensity with time. Finally the distance between the roof and the ground, now fare below, was shortening. He stepped onto the rooftop and quickened his pace so that he could carry out his duties as a friend. She turned back around as he reached the roof safely. He sat in front of her. She had missed Seth more than she had come to believe. Last week was living hell’s holiday and had changed everything and everyone. She longed to cry out how she felt towards him, but Sara could not find the words to describe her feelings at the time. He was looking down at her, yet it didn’t feel as though that was what he thought of her. He admired her. All Sara’s flaws made her seem perfect. They both knew perfection didn’t exist in reality, but in the presence of love it seemed pure and true. She meant the world to him. He would kill anyone who had intentions of hurting her. Her dad had it coming. He was gazing into her eyes with admiration, lost in her beauty. She felt his eyes on her and looked up only to end in gazing back into his eyes as well. He wished he could stop time and savor the moment. Realizing the passion’s presence he broke free from the gaze. Only a friend, that’s all he could ever be. He gave her a hug intended to only be a friendly response, but it meant something more, much more. The comfort she had been longing for was subdued with the hug he had given her. Sara opened her mouth to explain everything that had happened. Seth put a finger to her lips and shook his head.
“Say nothing.” Seth whispered.
An innocent tear fell from her eyes. Nobody but him had ever understood her. Sara knew Seth had a hard life, but he cared so much for her that he would not put the burden of worry on her by explaining why. He had to have been through hell if he really understood her as well as he seemed to. Seth looked back into her eyes. They had a gloss to them, a shiny, misty look. Her eyes appeared this way because she had been crying. The tears never tainted her soul; they released some of the pain. He knew she was always thinking of suicide, but if she ever attempted suicide he would not hesitate to do the same. He realized then that he loved her, not just a petty crush, a true love. It was a feeling that touched the heart, and could help a lost Sara. As another tear was shed he took her into his arms, and held her tight, closer than they ever had been. Her hair smelled of a sweet strawberry, her skin soft and smooth. He placed a kiss atop her head. Sara was amazed at his brave actions. She could have slapped him, but she liked, no, no she didn’t just like Seth she loved him. Sara thought of the hugs and the kiss as a friend trying to cheer her up. She thought of it in such a manner so that there would be no risk of over contemplating it. There would be no fears of thinking too complex. If she was to take it the wrong way things could end up terribly wrong. She heard a car engine rev up. It had frightened her. Sara scanned the driveway and saw that the truck was gone. She had forgotten that she was still in Seth’s arms. Sara pulled away just enough so that he understood she was now stable. Seth observed Sara’s appearance for any signs of physical abuse. He found no evidence. He only saw her dark, rich brown hair, and her steel blue-gray eyes. She looked pale, confused, but most of all, lost. Sara headed down the ladder, but not before she caught, yet another glimpse of Seth. He had black hair, it was spiked quite often, he had a slight tan, and his eyes green with streaks of gray in the sunlight. He was taller than Sara, she was only 5’3”, and he was 5’9”. Sara reached the ground just as Seth began t make his way down after her. The solid earth felt reassuring, so sturdy, and so permanent. Sara leaned back against the colossal Oak, which was located only a few feet from her bedroom window, as she waited for Seth to set foot on ground. Seth was concentrating on controlling the deep and ever growing passion. He hopped to the ground when there were only three rungs left on the ladder. Sara led the way up the walkway and into the house. When they got inside Seth gasped at the sight of the disaster area. He thought to himself.
They must have had a big fight everything is broken, or damaged. Glass is shattered and pieces are littered through out the entire house.
Sara turned the corner and ran to the phone as quickly as she had entered the kitchen only moments before. Seth ran behind her after he caught a glimpse of the terror-stricken face Sara was wearing, he glanced over to where Sara had been staring. It was Sara’s mother, lying there, lifeless. His jaw dropped and pupils grew. Sara’s mom had a gash on he forehead, minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises, wrists slit, black eye, cut lip, and the most noticeable thing was the knife protruding from her chest, a puddle of blood surrounding the young woman. Her once flawless body was now decorated with many. Seth was in shock. He knew Sara’s dad was violent when he had a few drinks, but he never would have imagined him doing something this extreme no matter how drunk he had become. Seth closed his eyes and opened them again after no more than five seconds to see if this had really happened or if it was all a dream. It had. The shock had worn off and with that he ran over to Sara who was sitting in a chair beside the phone taking deep breaths, crying, and shaking. Sara would have been screaming if the noise had come out when she tried. It was common for her dad to speed off, drunk, after a fight but he had never left so quickly before and now she knew why he had. Her own dad had tried to kill her mom and succeeded. Sara walked over to her mom and scared as she was, checked for a pulse. There was none. Her mom was stone cold, her skin rubbery, and she was ……dead. Sara opened her mouth only once to mutter only one word.
“Dead.” Sara muttered.
Sara’s eyes were red and swollen from all the tears she had shed. In such a short amount of time her entire life had changed. Her whole world had died. The tables had turned. Seth was beginning to ponder who Sara would live with, what would happen to her. Sara was only 14 and had had a terrible life since the day she had entered this cruel world, and now her mom was dead. The only relative that wanted her alive was dead. Whatever did happen the chances were slim that he would be able to see her. The rest of her family lived in another state. As much as they hated her he could be almost certain that they would not allow her to travel such a distance for only a friend, and definitely not if they were to ever become something more. Either her dad would be in prison or he would put her up for adoption. He could only guess that her family would pass her around from relative to relative until her 18th birthday if her dad was in prison. Knowing how cruel her family is they would probably kick her out on her birthday.
Would she come back and find him if that became her future?
Sara was so unpredictable he couldn’t answer that question. Only time would tell.
--By:Jessica
WOW!!!!!!!! I don't know what to say, I am simply amazed. 
