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Monday, 6 September 2010
06:22:23 PM (GMT)
“Hello,” The house seemed quieter than normal. “Dad, Mom? I’m home…” I
dropped my bag to the floor; the echo of the heavy books gave me a chill.
	“Hey, Daisy.” I said to the yellow lab, her eyes looked up at me, imploring me
to understand something. “What’s the matter, girl?” She was cowering in the
corner, her tail tucked between her legs, whimpering. I knelt down to pet her when I
saw her eyes dart to my dad’s office; I knew something was wrong.
	I ran to the dark room calling, “Dad, Dad, where are you?” I hesitated before I
turned on the light. What I saw forced me against the wall behind me, sliding to the
floor, my hand pressed to my mouth. The dark puddle of blood seemed to swell around
me, suffocate me.
	I wished I could have been like Daisy, that I could crawl into the corner and just
cry, and try to forget the image ingrained in my mind.
	I was only gone a week before I returned to school, pretending like life could just
go on without him. I was doing fine until Rebecca Harvey came up to me and wrapped
her arms across my body, whispering sweet words to me. I broke down at that moment
and I knew she would always be there for me.
	Rebecca held my hand that day in class, rubbing her thumb across my skin.
	“Ian,” She looked at me with her hazel eyes, “The bell rang.”
	“Thanks…” I stood up slowly. “Oh god-“A sharp pain entered my forehead,
like a nail being screwed into my brain and the room went dark.
	And as quick as it had started, the pain was gone. I was no longer surrounded by
dusty chalkboards and tired students, but instead I was in a cold, dark room. An
eerie light shown up in the center of the room. I took a cautious step and plummeted
into freezing water, my ankle jarred against the edge of what I considered to be a
pool.  Terror gripped me as I reached out to gain stability and practically
hyperventilated. 
	I shouted in surprise as a hand grasped my ankle, pulling me downward. I kicked
hard, but when it wouldn’t release I held onto the ledge for dear life. Slowly I
felt it loosen then the fingers unclasped and sank below. I closed my eyes and tried
to get my head straight.
	When I opened my eyes I was surprised to see Rebecca staring down at me, her eyes
reflecting worry.
	“Oh thank god…” She breathed out. She grabbed my hand and helped lift me into
a sitting position. My head throbbed and I fell back onto the cold tile.
	“Ian?!” Rebecca shouted.
	“What happened?” I shut my eyes and listened to Miss Becker, my teacher,
speaking frantically on the phone.
	“You fainted; you hit your head pretty hard on the floor.” She said. I could
still feel her hand in mine. 
	“Took out a desk too,” Miss Becker sat down beside me. “Ian, are you alright?
What happened?”
	“My head hurts, bad. And I honestly don’t know. It just… happened.” I sighed
and rubbed my eyes.
	“Rebecca, can you walk him down to the nurse?” She nodded and I stood up. In the
process I realized that my ankle was throbbing and sore, which I figured must have
been from my fall.
	The nurse sent me home and told me to get some sleep. I dismissed my mother by
saying I hadn’t eaten that morning. I shook it off and instead thought about
Rebecca, with her brown hair and bright eyes.
	The next morning I got up and went running. As I reached the park one of my closest
friends, Kyrie, jogged up to me. 
	“You heard.” I said rolling my eyes.
	“Hey, Ian, nice seeing you too! And who hasn’t heard?” She said sarcastically.
We knew each other since we were babies and became like siblings when her parents
died and my mom took her in. Of course now she lived a block away with her
grandparents. “Everyone’s been talking about it. Seriously, what happened?”
	“Everyone keeps asking me that. I honestly have no idea. I blacked out and when I
woke up I was somewhere…oh…” There it was again, that excruciating pain that
ripped my brain in half. I shut my eyes tight and then it stopped. I could hear the
squeak of a rusty wheel and slowly opened my eyes to see myself standing on my
sidewalk, watching my five-year-old neighbor Roger riding his tricycle in the middle
of the street. 
	A whir passed by my ear and my hands grew numb in fear as I watched the red car
speed down the road.
	“R-R-Roger!” My mouth had trouble making the name. He looked up at me and
stopped. The car did not. 
	There, in the front of my head, was the pounding sensation that berated my brain. I
looked down with horror at the mangled body. I closed my eyes, ready to be sick. I
turned on my side and lost the contents of my previous meal.
	“Ian!” I opened my eyes and let lose a cry of hysteria. Here I was, lying in the
grass at the park, Kyrie holding my shoulders, frightened. 
	I wiggled from her grasp and huddled into a ball, crying and screaming. “There was
so much blood, Kyrie, so much blood. Oh my god, so much!” I felt her body press
against mine.
	“It’s ok, it’s just a dream. Only a hallucination. It’s ok Ian.” She
said.
	“No…” I cried. When I was finally able to control myself we walked home.
	“Don’t tell anyone about that” I said.
	“Yeah… Just…Just what was that about?” She said quietly.
	“Oh… Crap! Roger!” I took off running home as she followed behind me. We were
welcomed by an ambulance and the sobs of Mrs. Cartwell, Roger’s mother.
	“What’s going on?” Kyrie said, sounding scared. “What happened to him?”
	“He was hit, he shouldn’t be alive…” I whispered to her. 
	“How do you know that?”
	“Come on…” And so I told her what really happened that day in school and what
I saw at the park that morning. Of course she didn’t believe me until she heard
about a girl named Sam Patrell, who had drowned the other day in her indoor pool. 
	She called me and said simply, “What now?”
	“I honestly don’t know. I mean, I can talk to the people, but it all happens so
fast I’m not exactly sure I can help.” 
	“Well… You wouldn’t be given this just to be tortured into watching people
die. There has to be something you can do! Do you see it before it happens, or right
as?”
	“I don’t know. Right as I would guess or else why would I be able to talk to
them?” 
	“Why would I know? You need to figure this out.”
	“Thanks Kyrie, I hadn’t gotten that far yet.” I hung up the phone and tried to
sleep, but every time I closed my eyes I could hear the screams and cries of dying
people. When I went to school, I had to keep my eyes open whenever I got a pounding
headache just because I couldn’t faint again. There was no logical reason for what
was happening to me, no sane answer to save me from this nightmarish world. 
	“Ian?” I lifted my head from my desk to see Rebecca standing in front of me,
smiling. “Oh god, you look tired.”
	“I couldn’t sleep.” I groaned and shut my eyes for a moment and in those few
seconds my head began to throb and I could feel myself falling into another place, I
tried to block out the vision coming to me.
	“Um, Ian? Are you alright?” Rebecca’s voice called to me and I looked up. She
was holding my head, rubbing the spot above my ears.
	“I love you Rebecca.” I said without thinking. She looked at me, surprised and
maybe even a little scared. I felt like an idiot.
	“Ian, I think… I think I love you too.” She smiled softly. We sat there,
looking at each other, smiling like fools.
					
                                                                                     
           *	*	*
	As I sat at my table, I thought about that day and about how much had changed in
such a short time. The unwelcome torture if my mind immediately brought me to an
alley. I shrunk against the wall as a large man lumbered past me. Closer to the
light, I saw a small girl with brown hair standing near the entrance of the alley.
	“Excuse me, miss…” The man said in a gruff voice. He was pressed closely to
the girl and was holding something at her back, what I guessed to be a knife.
	“Oh my god.” I heard Rebecca’s voice.
	“It’s Rebecca. No, it can’t be!” If I was right, she didn’t have much
time.
	“Give me your money and no one gets hurt.” He said as I silently implored
Rebecca to just give everything to him.
	“I don’t have anything.” Her breath became ragged.
	“Don’t lie to me. I’ll slide this right into your back.”
	“I swear I don’t have anything!” All rationalizations gone, I ran out and
jumped on the man’s back. In the absence of the knife Rebecca darted away. Our eyes
met and she stopped. 
	I felt the pavement meet my back at the same time my head exploded into agonizing
pain. I felt the knife slice into my body and heard the man ran off. Rebecca was soon
beside me, her hands on my chest, crying.
	“Ian, what’s happening?” She sobbed.
	“It’s ok, don’t cry…” But I couldn’t stop my own tears from running down
my face. “Come here…” She leaned her face towards mine and our lips met just as
I faded into my own reality. I found myself lying on the kitchen floor, bleeding out.
The knife was nowhere to be seen but the injury was real. 
I could feel myself falling, but this time was different. This time I knew I wasn’t
coming back.
Last edited: 17 October 2010

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Hikati says :   6 September 2010   828159  
ehhh i liked the other version better
 

 
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