Jess is..back I guess. I'm home alone, in a sense. Watching my brother while my dad travels to South Philly for his car. Mom is asleep, I'm lonely and I started thinking. Why not try a story..in first person this time? I recently wrote one in English class, so I guess I could give it another try.

No clue on a plot yet, but I'll make it up as I go along. I got the idea while listening to Def Leppard's "Hysteria" Lyrics will be in italics, but I'll use them as quote and such.
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"Out of touch, out of reach," I whispered, perspiration clearly visible on my forehead. I was running...running where you ask? Anywhere...away from them.

You could try

They weren't going to get me..as long as I could run fast enough. Hide anywhere..maybe if I went home. No, they would find me there too. I panted softly, running down a sharp corner. S'il vous plaît Please, let it all be over soon.

To get closer to me

They were getting closer...what would I do now? I bit my lip, harder..the pain almost felt soothing. I hissed, tasting my own blood. I looked up, blinking tears from my eyes. I saw them...tall, dark figures. They were closing in on me. Closer...closer, stop them! I couldn't scream. Why can't I scream?! Someone! Help me! I fell, leaning against the cold, brick wall, scared and frightened. I felt so dizzy, was I going to die? I wanted to black out, just let it all be over...don't be to harsh on me.

Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees

I heard a voice. I looked up. There was light, somewhere I could see a light. Does this mean I'm dying? I can't die! I'm not even 16 yet. I tried screaming again. They were so close now. I saw something shine in the moonlight. A knife perhaps? No..broken glass. I picked it up, staring into it. I suddenly gripped it tightly. The sharpness digging through my pale flesh. Hissing, I threw it. Bleeding..just to see if I was still alive.

I gotta know tonight, if you're alone tonight.

I'm not alone..they're coming for me. They want to kill me. But why?Je ne comprends pas I don't understand. I'm just a kid. I held my head. The blood drenching my light bronze colored hair. I laughed bitterly, I was such a quitter. I would let my life end so easily. I sat up, suddenly..hearing a loud screeching noise. Ow..it hurts. Make it stop! Help me! M'aider

Can't stop this feeling, can't stop this fire.

My eyes...I can't see. Mes yeux It's so black...what's wrong with me? The light..it's getting brighter. It hurts! Stop it! I started thrashing, I don't want to die! I heard something. Something was saying my name..

"Abrielle!" It screamed my name, yes...I'm French, could you tell?

I hissed, my eyes opened. The bright light from before assulted me. I groaned. I was laying down...tied up in cloth. I screamed, my voice! It was back. I screamed louder, thrashing harder.

"Abrielle!" It screamed once again. I winced, my ears ringing. I settled down, was I dead? No...I know that voice. The angelic accent. I rubbed my eyes, I was in my room. It was morning. Que l'enfer What the hell? What's going on? I'm..alive. And in my room? Where did the figures go? Why isn't my hand cut up? I don't taste blood.

Was I...dreaming?

Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria, oh can you feel it?
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<< The random french words were off of a translator, so don't bust me if they aren't accurate. I don't know one ounce of french. But I've always found french names to be very pretty.

Random story, but Idc

Dude.

Pro.

[thumbs up sign]

: D

We never write anything in my English class Oo

Some class neh?

Wow, someone read it. xD

TY Nin

We do too much writing in my class. It's to specific. I like to be free when
I write. xD

Your welcome! : DD!

We usually have to write just paragraph thingies.

Oo

When I write without someone telling me to, it's usually the most randomest things..

I mean, look at my lastest ficcy.

The Write dude is funny.

: D

Ah. Bravo! I love it, it's like you know when you're little and you go into a library and someone reads to you, and they're trying to animate it? That's what this reminds me of, only ten times better, and I don't want to kick you for the way you made the character sound.

I hope this turns out to be an amazing story.

xD

It scares me that people like this. I dun wanna make the character crazy..though that may be fun. >> << She's just a bit..different..?

I'll update I guess. I'm mostly trying to put in some events from my life into it. But still, keeping it original.

Btw: Dusk & Summer is by Dashboard Confessional. Am just borrowing their lyrics. >>
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Chapter 2. Dusk & Dawn

It was a groggy, 6:30am, Monday morning. I HAD been dreaming. And I HAD a weird ass dream at that. Maman was shouting something in french, I was too tired to decipher. I got up, wincing and going to the bathroom. I stared in the mirror. My chocolate brown eyes...they were lost, alone. That dream left me drained and like I hadn't slept at all. sommeil I groaned and crawled into the shower. I had hoped the cool, refreshing water would wake and restore me. Sadly...it made me feel worse.

She smiled in a big way, the way a girl like that smiles

I hummed the song, softly in my head. My eyes closed as the chilly water battered my back.

When the world is hers and she held your eyes

I'm not crazy, I just...talk and think to my self..a lot. I'm lonely, not many people are fascinated with new kids like they used to be. Suddenly, I looked back, remembering my first day of sixth grade.
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Meh...Am bombarded with homework tonight, sorry that it's just a few paragraphs. I didn't really want to write today, but I attempted something.

Trust me. I'll get a LOT more writing out AFTER I take the long ass standerdized tests that force me to write for an hour long. lol.

And during the summer. This update wasn't really anything, I shouldn't post it, but I don't care.

Whoo yoo<3

Don't worry.

I talk to myself a lot to :3

Expect an update soon.

Today or tomorrow.

An update from my life: My grandmother's dog died today. They both live with us, so it was like one of our animals died. Today was the dog's birthday, thus making it sadder. He was 15 today, VERY old for a dog. He died in his sleep, or so we hoped. I'm going out with my dad and grandmom to offer them some comfort. I've been told that I'm very empathetic, so...I guess I can attempt to help them.

Anyway, I don't have homework...so I think I'm gonna freehand write the next chapter, then type it up later.

Awe. Poor doggie. I'm sure he lived out those whole years of his life well spent.
You and your grandmother have my condolences.


Can't wait for the next update.