Nightwalker (OPEN)
Jul 21, 2011 15:19:35 GMT -5
Post by ali on Jul 21, 2011 15:19:35 GMT -5
She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked
The moon casts a silver shadow across my bedroom floor, and I know its time. The voices are quiet now. They are sleeping. I am careful not to wake them as I slide out of my night clothes and into a pretty dress with velvatine gloves. I look at myself in the mirror.
How pretty you look Astrid.... whispers one of the lingering voices. I roll my eyes.
They are forever telling me that, the voices. Everytime I catch my reflection in the mirror a voice calmly whispers to me, telling me how pretty I am. Of course, not all the voices are this calm but those who are not are rare and barely speak at all. Unless of course I am angry. Pushing the whispering voice aside I walk to the window. It gently slips open under my touch, its just one small stretch down to the roof top then I am free. My feet crunch the gravel that line the roof top. I smile. I love the sound of the gravel. It tells me I am free. I begin to walk to the far side of the building, the moonlight illuminating the way. I climb quietly down the escape ladder and I touch the street. The smooth pavement feels good beneath my feet and I smile contempt with myelf. I go to cross the street.
Then I see it.
Well, more than it.
A girl.
A dead girl.
I stumble away from the street where I see her standing. She's alone, which is weird cause when I usually see dead girls as pretty as her, I see them with someone. But not this girl, no. She's alone. And, shes crying.
Thats new.... A voice whispers. He's right. It is new. I never see ghosts crying. I look up at the lamp post beside her. Nor do I see them waiting for trams in the dead of night. I am used to it by now, seeing the dead people. Its only when I see alot of them do bad bad things happen. Very bad things indeed. I'd already seen 4 dead in the past 2 nights. All, from the Games. It bought dead people all the time. Most of the time I could call there name, knowing at first I wouldn't get an answer. Sometimes, they would come into my room and watch me sleep. I would scream and scream until my lungs held no more air but they wouldn't go away. Non of them did. They weren't there all the time. And they weren't all together in one giant mass of people. Just in pairs, or threes. But never ALONE. This unsettles me, and the voices begin to talk.
She cannot be trusted!! One voice shouted
Go ask her if shes okay Said another.
Over and over aagin, the same words were repeated. Over and Over and OVER. I clutched my head screaming out loud. My shrill scream echoing the alley way. The ghost girl looked up, her blue eye peircing me before she vanished. In those few second I saw that she was alone. That she was lonely. She wasn't just alone. She was waiting for someone. A boy. Who, she didn't know. But at this point I wasn't looking for names. I was just tyring to get the voices to shut up.
"QUIET QUEIT QUEIT!!!" I screamed loudly into the silence of the night.
How pretty you look Astrid.... whispers one of the lingering voices. I roll my eyes.
They are forever telling me that, the voices. Everytime I catch my reflection in the mirror a voice calmly whispers to me, telling me how pretty I am. Of course, not all the voices are this calm but those who are not are rare and barely speak at all. Unless of course I am angry. Pushing the whispering voice aside I walk to the window. It gently slips open under my touch, its just one small stretch down to the roof top then I am free. My feet crunch the gravel that line the roof top. I smile. I love the sound of the gravel. It tells me I am free. I begin to walk to the far side of the building, the moonlight illuminating the way. I climb quietly down the escape ladder and I touch the street. The smooth pavement feels good beneath my feet and I smile contempt with myelf. I go to cross the street.
Then I see it.
Well, more than it.
A girl.
A dead girl.
I stumble away from the street where I see her standing. She's alone, which is weird cause when I usually see dead girls as pretty as her, I see them with someone. But not this girl, no. She's alone. And, shes crying.
Thats new.... A voice whispers. He's right. It is new. I never see ghosts crying. I look up at the lamp post beside her. Nor do I see them waiting for trams in the dead of night. I am used to it by now, seeing the dead people. Its only when I see alot of them do bad bad things happen. Very bad things indeed. I'd already seen 4 dead in the past 2 nights. All, from the Games. It bought dead people all the time. Most of the time I could call there name, knowing at first I wouldn't get an answer. Sometimes, they would come into my room and watch me sleep. I would scream and scream until my lungs held no more air but they wouldn't go away. Non of them did. They weren't there all the time. And they weren't all together in one giant mass of people. Just in pairs, or threes. But never ALONE. This unsettles me, and the voices begin to talk.
She cannot be trusted!! One voice shouted
Go ask her if shes okay Said another.
Over and over aagin, the same words were repeated. Over and Over and OVER. I clutched my head screaming out loud. My shrill scream echoing the alley way. The ghost girl looked up, her blue eye peircing me before she vanished. In those few second I saw that she was alone. That she was lonely. She wasn't just alone. She was waiting for someone. A boy. Who, she didn't know. But at this point I wasn't looking for names. I was just tyring to get the voices to shut up.
"QUIET QUEIT QUEIT!!!" I screamed loudly into the silence of the night.
