if i don't wake up { d e a d } // tom

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if i don't wake up { d e a d } // tom Sept 1, 2013 17:50:51 GMT -5

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shiloh da c r e !

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It was Shiloh's turn to check the mailbox that morning. Her turn to fight with the rusty handle of the door, to pry away the cobwebs with her fingers, and thrust her arm into the cold, empty space. The Dacre family rarely, if ever, got mail. They had stopped getting letters and packages long after Jess had met her untimely end. And yet, mother still insisted that they take turns going outside and checking the mail each day, as if anything would ever change. Either mother was oblivious to the family's apprehensiveness to the idea or she just didn't care, most likely the former. Jenny Dacre was a carefree, happy-spirited one; there was no room for optimism here.

She had been wearing gold then, a slight change from her traditional dark attire. Shiloh could just imagine if Ariadne had seen her, twirling on the sidewalk, skirt billowing around her, wearing colors that rivaled the sun's glow, catching the eyes of people everywhere she went. Nobody would know her as a public menace, the one who frightened young children. She'd just be that girl nobody knew, but everybody wanted to know. Shiloh loved those moments when she was not the puppet of her own sister, being toyed with and slowly torn apart.

She didn't expect to find anything when she finally got the stupid mailbox to open. The crumpled parchment brushing her hand definitely came as a surprise. Her fingers stroked the paper for a moment, her jaw slack with disbelief. Somebody actually bothered to write a letter to them? The paper was sticky, as if something had been spilled on it and the writer hadn't bothered to clean up the mess. Shiloh did not try to conceal her disgust as she pulled the letter out of the mailbox. Almost immediately she identified the sloppy calligraphy to be of a certain despicable girl, and she squinted to read the words on the page. She was asking for trouble. Shiloh knew it.

And that was how Shiloh ended up on the doorstep of her worst enemy, dragging her feet in the dust and making no effort to lift her long white skirt out of the mud. "We have to go, Shiloh," Ariadne had said to her earlier, snatching up the letter as soon as she saw it. The smile on Ria's face was not one of excitement, but rather one that showed off her venomous fangs, and if it grew any wider, the toxins would be leaking from the corners of her mouth. Ariadne either didn't try to hide when she was planning things, or she was really bad at it. Or, Shiloh was just that empathic.

Only a fool would be oblivious to the fact that Aurora had a few tricks up her sleeve tonight as well. She didn't love anybody, and she only saw Ariadne and Shiloh as business partners. She was just as manipulative and cruel as the two spider queens (or rather, the spider queen and her sidekick). Their motives, of course, remained classified, but Shiloh knew enough about Aurora to know that she really, really, hated that bitch's guts. It wasn't like annotating papers with hearts and "love you"s would change anything. So when Ariadne dressed up in her tight tank top and skinny jeans, Shiloh made sure she made it clear she didn't want to get involved in any funny business with Ria and Rory tonight. Heavy silver jewelry, a flowing white dress, and flip-flops. Take that.

The corridor before them was filled with people drinking, dancing, and sending long streams of smoke dancing upwards from their mouths to the air. Ariadne yelled something in Shiloh's ear, but it was lost in the noise of the partygoers. These guys could not have all been street kids. Some of them looked like they worked in the forests, and others looked old enough to have kids. Rory's party had either been crashed, or she had lied about it being exclusive. Either way, Shiloh felt uncomfortable standing around all these drunk, high, pelvic-thrusting men. Ariadne's fingernails were curling into her forearm, leading her towards the dance floor, but Shiloh quickly yanked her arm away. She kicked off her flip-flops, watching as they hit the wall with a thud. As quickly as she could, (which was not very quick considering she was wearing a ballgown) she rushed up the stairs, listening to the wood creak and groan under her feet. There were a lot less people milling around up stairs, but there were still enough sweaty bodies in the vicinity to make her feel uncomfortable. The stench was suffocating, causing her to pinch her nose and gag. Once her darting eyes landed on a pool of vomit in the middle of the hall, she knew she had to go somewhere safe. Leaving the party was the best option she had, but of course she couldn't just take off without Ariadne.

Shiloh tried her hardest not to breathe in the foul air, weaving through the crowd on delicate, wobbly feet. She hated this. She hated this so much. She hadn't even been here for more than five minutes and already she wanted to be back home. Rory's house had always been a trash heap, but this was a whole new level of disgusting. After trying almost every door in the hallway, she finally came to a room that was unlocked. Shiloh slowly turned the the knob, stepping into the empty room and shutting the door behind her. Now that she was isolated from the crowd, she allowed herself to let out a deep sigh. This room didn't smell of sex or puke or sweat. It was perfect.

Shiloh turned around, drinking in as much of the room as she could. A simple wooden bed, with cotton blankets the color of the gold shirt she had worn that morning. Candles that smelled of the little chewy candies at the sweet shop. A red settee in the corner of the room, with fluffy pillows and enough room for a small family. This would be her safe haven; just for the night.

While distracted by the decorations in the room, Shiloh failed to acknowledge the sound of the door opening. The floor creaked, and the door swung closed with a bang. The sudden noise startled Shiloh, and she whirled around to stare at the newcomer. He was a full head taller than her, with tousled honey-colored hair and a certain aura about him that put Shiloh on edge. Was he a person to act normal around, a fiend to back away from slowly, or an animal to charge at and make lots of noise to scare off?

Say something witty, something threatening. Shiloh had no famous quotes to use or jokes to crack, or even awkward noises to fill the silence. Her normally bold, foghorn-like voice wavered, and cracked, and shattered into a million pieces. All she could manage was a little squeak, because she was at a party, in a fucking dress, with men on drugs, in a bedroom, with a stranger in front of her, and no form of defense. Finally, she was strong enough to force out one quiet, shaky sentence.

"You didn't knock."

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if i don't wake up { d e a d } // tom Sept 22, 2013 17:51:29 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Sept 22, 2013 17:51:29 GMT -5

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It all started on a Monday, when Andrew had decided to go a different way home. Oh how much of a mistake to head that way. Ace had made it around a corner that he remembered going by when he was younger, oh how young and clueless he was back then. The wind blew choppily at Ace as he walked towards his house. left, right, left, right. One, Two, One, Two. The rhythm of the steps getting stuck in his head. He wasn't looking, how should he know that he accidently bumped into some of the bad people in the district.

Surrounded now and frightened, he kept up his posture looking tough and able to take on the criminals, but really Ace was too weak to fight them. There were four of them, two really big and tough looking, most likely ex-lumberjacks. The other guy was short and had a dark look on his face like he was crazy. Then there was a girl who had sleek black hair and a crazy smile. The girl kept stepping closer and closer. Ace backing up step by step, until he bumped into one of the goons. Then the world blacked out, with a pressure to the face and laughing.

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Light shone into the room. The boy passed out in the middle of the room. The sounds of laughter and evil lurking behind the door. The boy grunting and slowly getting up from his head pounding. The only thought running through his head, Where am I? The laughter grew closer and closer every second. Ace got up and looked around the room, there was nothing, nothing but bright white walls. The light coming from the ceiling which was much taller than him. The sunshine shining through and the birds chirping as they pass by unaware of what was happening on the inside of the room.

The laughter made it right in front of the door. No escape from what would be coming from behind the door. Ace stood as far as he could from the door. The door swung open and the laughter stopped as one of the goons walked in. He smirked at Ace as Ace had cowered into the corner. What happened next was just pure screams from Ace.

The faint screams still stuck in Ace's head. Ace laying in his clothes on the floor. Blood on his face and body, bruises of hands on his hips and face. The small boy that Ace had seen when he got hit on his head came into the room and Ace cowered as far as he could, but the boy had brought up food and a blanket for Ace. Ace waited until the boy was gone to devour the food. Ace wrapped himself with the blanket as the moonlight of freedom shone through. Ace had to escape, but it was impossible. The only way out was up, but it was too far for him to reach. Ace began to lose hope of escape that night.

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The next day, the same things went on. He was beaten, raped, and thrown around all day. Once night came, the boy came with food and another blanket. Ace waited until the boy left. He ate the food quickly. He tied the blankets together and began to throw them up to get caught on. There was a hook and Ace was trying to get it caught on the hook.

One throw, miss. Two throws, miss. Three throws, miss. Ace kept trying the whole night, and around 1 am, he got it caught. Climbing up the blanket rope was hard because there was a tearing noise, but the boy made it to the top. Next, he would have to find out how to open the window or smash it. He decided with the latter. Smash went the window as pieces sprayed across the ground.

Running sounded in the distance as he climbed onto the roof. The group of four noticed the glass and looked up, but by the time they looked up Ace was gone. Ace was now running down the streets. Turning left, right, left right.

The group of four were on his tail. He needed to lose them somewhere. He looked from place to place, but didn't lose any of them. Ace saw a party at this house that he didn't know of and he thought it was a perfect place to lose them.

Ace rushed into the house, but acted casual. Dancing here and there as he made his way to the stairs. Climbing up the stairs and around the corner, seeing sex and drugs happening everywhere. Ace just gagged at the stench. The party was sick. Lights were flashing and bodies were dancing. People grinding everywhere the people could touch. Ace was being grinded on by two guys who were obviously drunk. Ace just nodded away, but the guys wanted more. Ace just cringed and flew into a room.

He slammed the door shut. Still facing the door, he silently sighed in peace. The room had a smell of freshness and not the smell of sex or drugs or even alcohol. He had escaped the kidnappers. He slowly turned around to be meet by a girl with brown hair. Her face made her look young. Ace had a bruise on his face, but other than that all his flaws were covered by his clothes. The girl stared at him for a second or two, obviously thinking and Ace kind of just freaked out. He hoped she was nice and wouldn't try to have sex with him like a lot of people in the party.

Her voice sounded through the pounding of the music on the walls. "You didn't knock." Ace stared in disbelief. He should have knocked, for all he knew there could have been people who were killers in there. There could have been rapists in there. There could have been people having sex and wanting privacy. Ace chuckled. How stupid was he? He smiled and said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to... errr.... walk in. I just need a safe place to stay for the night and this room seemed safe and I thought no one was in here. I just particularly don't like parties and stuff. errr.. My... My name's Andrew, but most people call me Ace." Ace stuck out his hand for the girl to shake. He wasn't great with meeting people. He could already feel his nerves rising, especially since he was in a room with a girl, who might or might not be high or horny. Ace thought very careful about the past three days. This is definitely not how I wanted to start out my week. First I am kidnapped and raped, then I am running for my life, and now I am on the run and hiding in a party in a room with this girl. Definitely not a good start to my week.