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.: time alone, at last :: carl :. Oct 22, 2013 2:03:30 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Oct 22, 2013 2:03:30 GMT -5

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The sound of dripping water makes my heart begin got pound a thousand times faster in my chest. No! No, not now, please, not now!I squeeze my eyes tight, plunging my world into darkness. I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready to see there lifeless faces once again. I just wanted to be on my own, I just wanted to be able to open my eyes and see the tree, the sky, and the buildings of the place that I called my home. But I knew that that was too much to ask for- of course it was too much! I was a child, a child who had done horrible things, things that I regret, things that I wish that I could take back. But I can’t. No one can. Once something has been said, or done, there is no going back; it is out there, out there for the whole world. Out there and set in stone.

I clasp my hands tightly over my eras, blocking the sound of dripping water, blocking everything from my mind. I didn’t need this, I needed to be able to be a normal girl, one who could walk around the streets of the district and not cower in fear as they stared at her. Their blank eyes staring into my very soul- they don’t blink, they just stare, their eyes a heavy stone on my shoulders. Why wouldn’t they leave me alone? Why do they haunt me? Why? Why? why?. For years, for as long as I can remember they have haunted me, they have followed me never saying a word. For years I have had to look into their deathly pale faces and ask myself why?

I scramble off my bed in a rush, my fingers grabbing the soft- but worn- material of my jacket as I run past. My fingers close around the cool metal of my door handle and without even a moments cause and twist and rip, the door flying out in front of me. I don’t look back, I just run down, my feet slapping nosily on the old stairs that construct the inside of my home. They complain loudly as I reach the bottom and I just roll my eyes before flying out of the front door. The cool breeze of the morning air hit me like a cement wall. I stumble to a halt, my body taking a few moments to adjust to the sudden change in temperature. Goose bumps raced up the bare skin of my arms and I roughly shrug myself into the jacket I had grabbed before racing hastily out of my room.

The material instantly warms my skin and a small smile plays at the edges of my slips, but it doesn’t reach my lips, no, my smiles never reach my lips. They always hide, afraid that if I showed joy- even for just a moment- that it would all come crashing down as the whole cemetery of District 7 came flocking to my presence. So somewhat forcibly I push the smile away, my lips falling into a straight line. Taking a quick look around I could feel my heart begin to slow, my body relax. I was on my own, no one was here. No dead eyes, no sad faces. Just me, and me alone. Sighing with relief I take a step off in the direction of one of the more isolated parts of district 7. I wanted to have a walk in the woods; I wanted to be able to watch as the runs rays poked between the braches of trees, which would stand tall above me, as it slipped higher and higher into the sky.

Without another thought I take of in the direction that the forest lays, my heart pounding- but this time not from fear, but excitement. It has been so long since I have been able to look at something, or someone or somewhere and not see a figure at the corner of my eye, or a pale face dead centre in my vision. It has been so long since I have been able to let go of some of the fear that holds onto me so tightly. All I want is to be free, free from my living nightmare, just for a day… is that too much to ask for?

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.: time alone, at last :: carl :. Oct 22, 2013 14:15:52 GMT -5

Post by carl on Oct 22, 2013 14:15:52 GMT -5

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The birds began chirping as if they had no care in the world. They knew their lives were free for them to come and go. They could fly away, high and away from the place that was called home for the humans. The sounds flooded into Dusts ears. He awoke from a dream that made him feel million times better then being in the real life. It was like everything better for him was on the inside of his mind. He would kill for some of it to escape his mind and come out so that it felt better.

He looked around and noticed a slight cold in the air. He didn't want to get out of his warmthy bed. It was like he knew that if he left, the cold hands of death were going to tangle around him. He hated that feel, specially when it felt cold and sinister. He stayed in his bed for what seemed more along ages, but in reality was a mere minutes. Eventually he dragged his lazy body off and out. He felt the cold of the ground hit him hard and fast.

He ran to get something on his feet. He didn't care what at the time, but he knew he needed something on his feet but it was not warm enough for him to just put on anything. He ran to get the warm socks he had. He grabbed them and jumped back onto his bed. He threw the socks onto his feet, faster then apolo brings the sun over the earth. His feet felt a lot better when the socks finally came on. He knew it would be a lot easier to get around now. He grabbed the boots from under his bed and threw them on.

He wondered if he should get a jacket on. He wanted to go out into the forest, back to where his first accident happened. But he didn't want to stay out to long. He was afraid something else could happen. He shrugged it out of his mind and grabbed the warm jacket from his room and closed his door behind him. He locked his house and headed into the forst. Afraid of what could happen his mind went back to the incident. It had not been that long ago, that his arm somewhat healed. It was long enough though that he wanted to forget about it.

He made a right turn at the fork in the road and headed into the forest. He knew there was no going back now, he was heading there and it was a final idea. He saw the first tree covering cover him and it felt as if his body temperature dropped to the coldest it could get. He knew it was just goosebumps, but it didn't help out that he started shaking. It made him think but he stopped in his tracks. Hearing something off into the distance. He was afraid of it being a animal that snuck in. He thought about looking for it, but what use was that to him. He stood there waiting, listening, hoping it was nothing that could hurt him.

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.: time alone, at last :: carl :. Oct 23, 2013 5:26:01 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Oct 23, 2013 5:26:01 GMT -5

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Threes swoop past me in a blur as I race though the forest, desperate to get away from the lifeless figures that seemed to race after me. I had spoken to soon. A day of peace, a day of tranquillity had been way too much to ask for. Beads of sweat form on my forehead as I doge branches that seem to fly at my face at full speed. “Shit!” a screech scaped my lips my foot is caught under one of the tree roots that litter the ground. My whole body is flung forward. I hit the ground hard. Now I cat breath, I try to suck in some air but my chest just pushes it right out. I try again, but just like before my chest pushes it out, and a sharp pain races up the right side of my body. Instantly my hand flies to my side, and I clutch my chest and screw up in a small ball on the dirt overed ground.

“ugh, come on!” I gasp out in between my desperate struggle to breathe. Finally- finally- my lungs allow me to breath once again. I push my body into a sitting position, my hand still clutching tightly at my now rising and falling chest. It tasted wonderful, the air. The way it flowed into my mouth, the way it filled me with a sense of freshness- it was all just so relieving. I was so relieved that a smile nearly slips onto my lips, but I hold it back, remembering the reason why I was now sprawled on the ground in the first place. Instantly my eyes dart to search the area around me. There was nothing. I was clear, clear from them. I had out run them and now I was free from their presence, even if it was just for a moment.

My eyes slide down to study my body. My knees were scrapped and blood had just begun to ooze from small scraped that little the front of my calf’s. My elbows stung, and when I pulled them around to have a look I saw that they were scraped raw- but not bleeding. At least that was a plus, right? Sighing I drop my arms to my side, my eyes searching for the root that was the cause of my trip. My eyes fall onto it instantly, and I give a small gasp of shock. In the roots grasp was my shoe. It held it tightly, crushing the material tip. Frowning I make a move to climb to my feet- but as soon as I placed my left foot on the ground, pain shot through my body so strong that I catch my breath, my body releasing a groan. “Aww, dammit.” I curse, climbing to my hands and knees. Slowly I crawl over to my crushed shoe, my hands grabbing greedily at the worn material.

I pulled. It didn’t move. I pulled again. And again it didn’t move- not even a notch. Sighing I let the shoe go. My shoulders drop with defeat and I look at my slightly mutilated fingers. It was no good, that shoe was stuck, not willing to go anywhere, anytime soon. Giving one last glare at the shoe and the root, I try once more to get to my feet. The pain that speard through my body made tears start to form at the base of my eyes, but I pushed through the pain, determined to stand on my two feet.

After a few more moments of painful struggling I find myself perched on my feet- standing rather awkwardly, but never the less actually standing. Triumph surges through me; quickly follow by a burst of pain as I try to take off into the forest. I gasp, but keep walking, hoping that soon I would come along someone, someone who would be willing to- wait, what was that? Immediately I come to a halt, my ears straining. I was positive I had heard a sound, a sound that could only be made by another human being. There! There is was again. “Hello?! Hello, can anyone here me?! Is someone there? Please, please help me! I am hurt, and- and I need your help! Please? Anyone?!”

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.: time alone, at last :: carl :. Oct 24, 2013 14:48:59 GMT -5

Post by carl on Oct 24, 2013 14:48:59 GMT -5

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Dust ran his hands through the trees as he passed them. Each giving off a different vibe to him. He had been around them enough times to know the feeling in them. If they had just matured, or had been around long enough to know if they were perfect. It was almost as if he was given a gift. A gift of figuring out trees. He hated his gift because of that one incident.

He walked further down the path, coming up on the exact area that not a year ago he had fallen from. He looked around seeing random rope still lying there. He was disgusted that no one had cleaned up. They just left it all to rot away and be forgotten about. His emotions were getting mixed in with his thoughts. It was a bad idea for him to have that happen. He knew nothing good happened from mixture of the two.

He knew he had to walk away from the area. He had no idea why he had wanted to come here. Maybe it was the fact of a final goodbye, or maybe to see the truth and hope it hadn't been a dream. He couldn't put his mind nor finger on it. But he could tell something was not right. He stopped in his tracks, listening to the wind. It sounded like it was traveling a voice with each swift motion. But he didn't know this voice.

He tried to figure out where it was and moved toward it. He heard it again.
Sounded like a girl. But he couldn't make out the words clearly. He either heard help, or something about kelp. Which was weird to hear, seeing as they were no where near a ocean. He walked closer to the noise. He came up on the girl who was yelling for help. He stopped and looked at her. He needed to asses the situation so not only did he get hurt, but then he could not get hurt also.

He asked her a set of questions."Ok, first off my name is Dust. I do not know yours and I do not know if you want to give it. I see your in a jam, so I need to know exactly what happened. I can only help out if you tell me exactly what happened. I know there is pain, trust me I have gotten hurt out here, and last thing we want is to be out here longer then possible. So I think lets start off with what happened."[636363]As he waited for a answer from the female he examined her. Looking for any portruding bones. The one good thing about working in the forest was you learned quick to help your fellow humans. It was almost second nature to him, sometimes he liked it, but others it was a burden. Some people would take advantage.

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.: time alone, at last :: carl :. Nov 3, 2013 21:22:13 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 3, 2013 21:22:13 GMT -5

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My voice echoes throughout my ears. The desperation that was laced with my words was something that I had never thought I would hear coming from my lips. I never thought that I would be the one too beg utter strangers for their help, it killed me that I had to stoop this low… but sometimes a person had to do things, things that were way out of their comfort zone. That’s how one was to become a better person, right? To become a better person you had to experience new things, things that would push and shove at you, leading you to make the right choices in the future. But sometimes these new experiences would destroy your life, and be a constant reminded of the mistake you made… I knew that one for sure, I had once done something that I know regret with all my heart… But no matter how hard I which for my life to rewind it will never happen, I will always have to live with that mistake, that mistake that now haunts me, (literally.)

Gingerly my fingers play around the edge of a graze, they push and prod at the bruised skin, accessing the different ways I could make my skin bend, causing pain to rip through my body. I waited in silence, my eras straining to hear someone call out- reply to my desperate pleas. But I hear nothing, nothing but the gentle hum of the crickets around me. Rage fills me and I lash out at the closet tree, an animalistic moan escaping my lips. Then there was real silence. The dreadful monatomic voice of the crickets was no longer audible. I smile slightly, letting my body collapse in on its self as I fall to the ground in a heap. Since when had I turned into this girl- this monster who was filled with constant rage, this monster who was haunted by those who had died in violent way? I never wanted to be this girl, I never wanted to be the girl who would be pointy at whilst walking down the street. I never wanted to be this girl who had the label ‘insane’ tattooed to her forehead.

Then there was movement. Fear began to climb eagerly through my limbs as I could only imagine the pale, dripping lifeless face of a dead child, looking into my very soul. “Please, no, leave me alone please,” the whimper passes my lips my hands moving in one fluid motion to cover my eyes, my mattered hair falling around my face, hiding my face from view. Not now, I didn’t- I didn’t want to see them… I wanted to see the world, I wanted to be able to live my life without hiding behind my hands. But then I hear a voice and my whole body freezes. They have never spoken to me before, they have always resulted to staring at me with their dead eyes, so sad, so broken, so miserable. So why speak now? Sniffling, slowly I pull my dirt infested hands away from my face, my teary eyes turning to look as the boys voice came again, “Ok, first off my name is Dust. I do not know yours and I do not know if you want to give it. I see your in a jam, so I need to know exactly what happened. I can only help out if you tell me exactly what happened. I know there is pain, trust me I have gotten hurt out here, and last thing we want is to be out here longer then possible. So I think lets start off with what happened."

Question after question after question was drilled into me, my eyes coming to focus not on the dead face of an infant but on the much alive face of a boy. It takes a few moments for his image to come clear but when it does relief so string crashes through me that I find it hard to breathe. Then I reach out with my hand, my fingers craving to feel the soft, warm skin of the boy’s - whose name was Dust- face. How long has it been? How long has it been since I had seen another living human being? A smile slips onto my lips, one that I can no longer hold back, my fingers gently kneading the skin on the boy’s face. It was tough, the stubble of his beard making shivers sun though my whole body- but I didn’t care, I welcomed the feeling, my hand playing more eagerly with his facial hair. “You feel so real, so warm, so alive.” Is all I say as I let myself indulge in the feeling of his life under my fingertips.

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