"Demons."
PostPosted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:44 am
this is my short story im writing for short stories class. its about a girl who can see other peoples demons. ZOMG! XD
uhhh... yeah. i hope you like. :p im not finished with it yet. ill add more as i write more. XD
Demons
The rain beat hard against the windowpane, droplets rolling down at quick speeds. It was almost a race to see which droplets could get to the end of the window quickest, but before they could reach it- another drop of rain hit them and disrupted their path. It was like a cycle, for it would go on and on, and none of them were able to reach the end before being wiped away.
She watched them with great interest, because as of now, there was nothing else for her to do but sit in her bed. Her pale orange covers were pulled up to her shoulders, and she was tucked in tightly. It was at least midday already, but if one tried to figure out the time of day from looking outside, they wouldn't know. The sky was a slate grey, all the clouds where the same color. She sighed, wanting with all her might to go outside and just stand in the rain. She even wanted more than anything to just get out of this bed, and be able to walk around again. But she couldn't. She wasn't allowed to. And even if she was- she didn't have the strength for it.
The young girl's face did not have the same rosy completion as other young girls, no- but hers was pale and sickly. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her eyelids drooped down heavily. Her lips had too, lost their red shine, and were now almost the same color as her skin- pallor. She closed her eyes for a minute, listening to the beat of the rain. Her hair fell over her pillow in cascades, beautiful golden-red locks that seemed much too brilliant for such a sickly face.
Her listening was interrupted by the sound of footsteps pounding up the creaky stairs. She counted to herself, "3.2.1..."- Her mother opened the door slowly, smiling weakly.
"Hello honey... How are you doing?" She asked in a sugarcoated voice.
The young girl smiled a sad smile.
".I'm... Okay," She replied her voice cracking and wavering.
"Oh sweetie..." Her mother came over to her bed and sat down, delicately caressing her long locks.
"You'll be better...don't worry. The doctor said that it isn't that serious."
It was obvious that she was just trying to cover up the real truth. But the young girl knew, she always knew. From the start- she had always been a sickly child. Catching things the other kids never dreamed of. She got sicknesses that the doctors didn't even know. This one was bad though. She could sense it.
"Mamma. Am I going to...?"
Her mother put her finger on her chapped lips before she could continue.
"Shh... You're fine... don't worry. Now get some rest. I'll bring your medicine up in a little while."
With that, she smiled sweetly again and stood up, heading for the door. She closed it softly and listened for the sheets ruffle. It grew silent in the room, and her mother leaned against the door, sighing. She closed her eyes tightly, and pushed back her long auburn hair, which was now prematurely graying from all the stress of her sick daughter.
The last thing the little girl could remember was the sound of a low voice, her mother's voice panicking, a cold, circular object placed on her shirt, then-
Nothing.
Black.
~*~*~
The sun shone in through the curtains, and little dust particles danced along her bedspread like small fairies. She opened her eyes slowly to the eggshell-white ceiling above her. It was weird. all of a sudden she felt full of strength. She sat up in her bed, confused. She looked around the room frantically, and then called out loudly.
"Moooooommm!!!!"
In no time, she could hear the stomping up the stairs, but the pace was quicker this time. Her mother burst through the door, shocked.
"CLEMINTINE!"
She ran over, tears swelling in her eyes- happy her child had finally woke from a week in deep slumber. The same could not be said for her daughter though, who was in shock. Something had caught her eye- and it grew closer and closer with each step her mother had taken. Her eyes filled with fear, and she screamed Bloody Mary. Her mother leaped back, surprised by the sudden outburst.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked, confused.
There was no reply, but Clementine just pointed at a large, black, Smokey figure that stood behind her mother. Her mother stepped back, which caused the large figure to do the same, making half of it stand in the light from the window, and the other half in the darkness of her room. But the light made the one half of him disappear in the sunlight- while his other half was in full view. Her mother, very confused, looked behind her. Nothing.
"Honey, I don't see anything..."
She turned back towards her daughter, and the dark figure did the same. She stepped closer, and the dark figure's glowing white eyes peered at her.
Another scream escaped her mouth. She put her hands up, covering her face from the nightmare that lay before her. She curled up in her bed, helpless. Her mother placed a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up. The figure stood there, his white, glowing dots for eyes just stared at her. They had no pupil, they were just all white. His figure was loosely shaped; it had no neck, but very broad shoulders. He had no nose or mouth, and long, long arms. Clementine screamed again, and placed her face in her hands, crying.
~*~*~
When she got better, her mother had sent her to so many psychologists, she couldn't count them all. She never got that sick after that day, maybe the occasional cold. She also got a slight case of the chicken pocks, but it was nothing. Psychologists were baffled. No one knew what this young girl was talking about. Dark figures that followed people around? Her mother couldn't even bring her to certain ones. For them, too, had these 'figures' that stood behind them, just staring. No one could explain it. She just learned to shrug it off.
uhhh... yeah. i hope you like. :p im not finished with it yet. ill add more as i write more. XD
Demons
The rain beat hard against the windowpane, droplets rolling down at quick speeds. It was almost a race to see which droplets could get to the end of the window quickest, but before they could reach it- another drop of rain hit them and disrupted their path. It was like a cycle, for it would go on and on, and none of them were able to reach the end before being wiped away.
She watched them with great interest, because as of now, there was nothing else for her to do but sit in her bed. Her pale orange covers were pulled up to her shoulders, and she was tucked in tightly. It was at least midday already, but if one tried to figure out the time of day from looking outside, they wouldn't know. The sky was a slate grey, all the clouds where the same color. She sighed, wanting with all her might to go outside and just stand in the rain. She even wanted more than anything to just get out of this bed, and be able to walk around again. But she couldn't. She wasn't allowed to. And even if she was- she didn't have the strength for it.
The young girl's face did not have the same rosy completion as other young girls, no- but hers was pale and sickly. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her eyelids drooped down heavily. Her lips had too, lost their red shine, and were now almost the same color as her skin- pallor. She closed her eyes for a minute, listening to the beat of the rain. Her hair fell over her pillow in cascades, beautiful golden-red locks that seemed much too brilliant for such a sickly face.
Her listening was interrupted by the sound of footsteps pounding up the creaky stairs. She counted to herself, "3.2.1..."- Her mother opened the door slowly, smiling weakly.
"Hello honey... How are you doing?" She asked in a sugarcoated voice.
The young girl smiled a sad smile.
".I'm... Okay," She replied her voice cracking and wavering.
"Oh sweetie..." Her mother came over to her bed and sat down, delicately caressing her long locks.
"You'll be better...don't worry. The doctor said that it isn't that serious."
It was obvious that she was just trying to cover up the real truth. But the young girl knew, she always knew. From the start- she had always been a sickly child. Catching things the other kids never dreamed of. She got sicknesses that the doctors didn't even know. This one was bad though. She could sense it.
"Mamma. Am I going to...?"
Her mother put her finger on her chapped lips before she could continue.
"Shh... You're fine... don't worry. Now get some rest. I'll bring your medicine up in a little while."
With that, she smiled sweetly again and stood up, heading for the door. She closed it softly and listened for the sheets ruffle. It grew silent in the room, and her mother leaned against the door, sighing. She closed her eyes tightly, and pushed back her long auburn hair, which was now prematurely graying from all the stress of her sick daughter.
The last thing the little girl could remember was the sound of a low voice, her mother's voice panicking, a cold, circular object placed on her shirt, then-
Nothing.
Black.
~*~*~
The sun shone in through the curtains, and little dust particles danced along her bedspread like small fairies. She opened her eyes slowly to the eggshell-white ceiling above her. It was weird. all of a sudden she felt full of strength. She sat up in her bed, confused. She looked around the room frantically, and then called out loudly.
"Moooooommm!!!!"
In no time, she could hear the stomping up the stairs, but the pace was quicker this time. Her mother burst through the door, shocked.
"CLEMINTINE!"
She ran over, tears swelling in her eyes- happy her child had finally woke from a week in deep slumber. The same could not be said for her daughter though, who was in shock. Something had caught her eye- and it grew closer and closer with each step her mother had taken. Her eyes filled with fear, and she screamed Bloody Mary. Her mother leaped back, surprised by the sudden outburst.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked, confused.
There was no reply, but Clementine just pointed at a large, black, Smokey figure that stood behind her mother. Her mother stepped back, which caused the large figure to do the same, making half of it stand in the light from the window, and the other half in the darkness of her room. But the light made the one half of him disappear in the sunlight- while his other half was in full view. Her mother, very confused, looked behind her. Nothing.
"Honey, I don't see anything..."
She turned back towards her daughter, and the dark figure did the same. She stepped closer, and the dark figure's glowing white eyes peered at her.
Another scream escaped her mouth. She put her hands up, covering her face from the nightmare that lay before her. She curled up in her bed, helpless. Her mother placed a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up. The figure stood there, his white, glowing dots for eyes just stared at her. They had no pupil, they were just all white. His figure was loosely shaped; it had no neck, but very broad shoulders. He had no nose or mouth, and long, long arms. Clementine screamed again, and placed her face in her hands, crying.
~*~*~
When she got better, her mother had sent her to so many psychologists, she couldn't count them all. She never got that sick after that day, maybe the occasional cold. She also got a slight case of the chicken pocks, but it was nothing. Psychologists were baffled. No one knew what this young girl was talking about. Dark figures that followed people around? Her mother couldn't even bring her to certain ones. For them, too, had these 'figures' that stood behind them, just staring. No one could explain it. She just learned to shrug it off.
