Driftin' Away With the Smoke [Mylee & Sarella]
Feb 27, 2012 12:54:42 GMT -5
Post by Sarella on Feb 27, 2012 12:54:42 GMT -5
MOLLIE STATON
Difting, drifting farther and farther away. Maybe this time I'll get lucky and dissapear. Let me dissapear. I see my mother, I'm trying to grab her, but she throws herself into a pit. I'm screaming. Let me dissapear. I see my father, he tries to take me in the pit, I'm trying, I'm trying, he throws me back. I'm alone. People, my friends, come. They drag me to a cage, and jump into the pit. I'm screaming. Let me dissapear. The cage is unlocked. I'm so close, so close, I'm ready to jump in.....
A loud noise slams through the room, and I come out of my daze. My neighbor is outside, slamming her schoolbooks on my door. I must have zoned out again. I lean forward in the chair, and I cry. After it's too annoying, I get up, and slowly make my way to the door. I yank it open, "I'm alive." I tell her, "How long was I out?" She frowns and picks up her books, "It's been a few days, three I think, I don't remember seeing you those days. It's Tuesday evening. 6:37." She walks away, her job being done.
I rub my forhead, and decide to walk around. That's always good when I've woken from my waking dreams. I'm hungry, but that can wait. I throw on my jacket, noticing there are holes everywhere. I must have been running around the house before I started dreaming.
I fling open the door again, and step into the chilly air. I mutter a short song while I walk. I sit on a bench in the square, promising myself I won't zone out here. I sit there, watching people, and then the sun goes down.
I lean back on the bench, and some smoke wafts through the air. I can feel myself relax, and I'm just about to go into thinking when....
That hurt. Yes, something hurts. Where? My foot. My foot hurts. My head titlts forward, and there, in front of me, is a boy on the ground. I groan, "What happened?"
