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Chapter 16
Remembering is hard for the soul
As soon as my parents heard the news, they came storming through the hospital and taking me out of there despite my doctors best wishes. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up to Показать him I was okay, and he did the phone symbol and mouthed call me. I was glad he stayed by my side after that horrible ordeal, he and Cadence stayed by side me throughout the night.
I was spooked and I told them both about my dream, even though I was sure he doubted my story, he listened and asked Вопросы like Cadence. I was happy that it seemed that he believed me, and he was extra curious about Bubble gum.
So was I, I explained it over and over but it still seemed impossible. How could she know I was there? Was she pyschic too?
My parents parked the car in front of our house, my mom gently grabbed me and carefully led me upstairs to my room. When we reached my room my parents tucked me in my постель, кровати and looked at me concernedly. I could see them better and my mom looked pale and scared while dad looked lost.
“Are Ты okay, sweetie?” Mom asked me.
I nodded. “Better now, mom did Ты get any sleep?”
Mom shook her head, “doesn’t matter now, as long as your okay.”
I nod as my mom kisses my cheek, she casts one еще worried glance at me. “Call me if Ты need anything.”
“I will.”
She gives me a dazzling smile and leaves the room, dad stares at me a few секунды before begrudgingly following my mother. It was weird, it was as if they switched roles, mom looked worried while dad looked annoyed.
I shake my confused thoughts as I think back to the girl with the bubble gum hair, she had сказал(-а) Serache, that must be her name. But I’m sure now that she wasn’t the one who had tried to suffocate me, but she probably was just was as important.
I’m going to need to find her. But that’s going to take some time.
And I’ll have to wait.
Or maybe not, I think as I close my eyes and think of the girl again and my sister, I might just get another vision if I’m lucky.
If only my sister had something, anything, that can conjure anything up. I’ve racked my brains for hours, but still I have no idea of a girl named Serache with bubble gum hair. I sighed.
I stood up and went to my closet, I pried off the special tile and my hand searched for something that I haven’t touched for years. It took a while but soon enough I felt my hands close on a hard surface. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breathe and then pulled my hand with the object out of the tile.
It was a a craft book, designed by a giddy young pre-teen whose family was happy back then. There’s all kinds of pictures of us in there, I remember dedicating most of my time into this. And when our family did break apart, I put even еще time into it, I’d take thousands of pictures, I remember even Dorothy complaining.
Serache didn’t look familiar, none of them did, but maybe, just maybe, I met them. Probably walking by them on the street, или when Dorothy and I went to the mall and a ton of her Друзья stopped her to say hi. It could’ve been anytime, I had to spot at least one of them.
I flipped the pages, cringing at our extremely bright smiles, if only we knew what would’ve happened, we wouldn’t have been that happy. It was agonizing to look at every picture without having to feel the wave of sadness, hopelessness, and anger that course through me, but I pushed aside my thoughts and kept looking at every picture.
I had to study them, and look еще closely, in case there was a detail I’ve never noticed before. After минуты of endless nothings I stopped at one certain picture. It was of me and Dorothy, bright smiles pastered on our faces and hands on our hips in a sassy attitude style.
There was probably nothing wrong with that, but if Ты looked behind us there was something strange. They wore normal clothes, looking ordinary. Their head was turned toward us, their hair long that it reached past their belt, covering their face perfectly. All I could see was a portion of their lips, which were full and pouty, their body was obviously female, I would probably be worried if that was not the case.
The only other indicator of importance was the hair color, a dark sheen of black, the same color I have a reason to believe my attacker’s hair was. Could it be?
It was hard to tell if I had seen her before, she was shielded perfectly. Did she do that on purpose? Did she know the camera would get her? I furrowed my eyebrows as I studied her hard, waiting for any Источник of recognition, but it never came.
Frustrated I took that picture aside, and started to look through the other ones. But they barely had anything except indicators of where my sister has been. One picture made me pause in particular, we were at one of those shopping plaza’s, it was a sister-sister thing we wanted to try.
I was practically floating the morning of our day, Dorothy was having a good laugh at my happiness, but I couldn’t help it. I got to spend time with a sister I adored, it was one of the happiest days of my life.
I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering how I felt, and then when I opened my eyes I was standing the plaza shopping place.
I smiled to myself, finally a good memory, even if it was a vision.
Chapter 16
Remembering is hard for the soul
As soon as my parents heard the news, they came storming through the hospital and taking me out of there despite my doctors best wishes. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up to Показать him I was okay, and he did the phone symbol and mouthed call me. I was glad he stayed by my side after that horrible ordeal, he and Cadence stayed by side me throughout the night.
I was spooked and I told them both about my dream, even though I was sure he doubted my story, he listened and asked Вопросы like Cadence. I was happy that it seemed that he believed me, and he was extra curious about Bubble gum.
So was I, I explained it over and over but it still seemed impossible. How could she know I was there? Was she pyschic too?
My parents parked the car in front of our house, my mom gently grabbed me and carefully led me upstairs to my room. When we reached my room my parents tucked me in my постель, кровати and looked at me concernedly. I could see them better and my mom looked pale and scared while dad looked lost.
“Are Ты okay, sweetie?” Mom asked me.
I nodded. “Better now, mom did Ты get any sleep?”
Mom shook her head, “doesn’t matter now, as long as your okay.”
I nod as my mom kisses my cheek, she casts one еще worried glance at me. “Call me if Ты need anything.”
“I will.”
She gives me a dazzling smile and leaves the room, dad stares at me a few секунды before begrudgingly following my mother. It was weird, it was as if they switched roles, mom looked worried while dad looked annoyed.
I shake my confused thoughts as I think back to the girl with the bubble gum hair, she had сказал(-а) Serache, that must be her name. But I’m sure now that she wasn’t the one who had tried to suffocate me, but she probably was just was as important.
I’m going to need to find her. But that’s going to take some time.
And I’ll have to wait.
Or maybe not, I think as I close my eyes and think of the girl again and my sister, I might just get another vision if I’m lucky.
If only my sister had something, anything, that can conjure anything up. I’ve racked my brains for hours, but still I have no idea of a girl named Serache with bubble gum hair. I sighed.
I stood up and went to my closet, I pried off the special tile and my hand searched for something that I haven’t touched for years. It took a while but soon enough I felt my hands close on a hard surface. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breathe and then pulled my hand with the object out of the tile.
It was a a craft book, designed by a giddy young pre-teen whose family was happy back then. There’s all kinds of pictures of us in there, I remember dedicating most of my time into this. And when our family did break apart, I put even еще time into it, I’d take thousands of pictures, I remember even Dorothy complaining.
Serache didn’t look familiar, none of them did, but maybe, just maybe, I met them. Probably walking by them on the street, или when Dorothy and I went to the mall and a ton of her Друзья stopped her to say hi. It could’ve been anytime, I had to spot at least one of them.
I flipped the pages, cringing at our extremely bright smiles, if only we knew what would’ve happened, we wouldn’t have been that happy. It was agonizing to look at every picture without having to feel the wave of sadness, hopelessness, and anger that course through me, but I pushed aside my thoughts and kept looking at every picture.
I had to study them, and look еще closely, in case there was a detail I’ve never noticed before. After минуты of endless nothings I stopped at one certain picture. It was of me and Dorothy, bright smiles pastered on our faces and hands on our hips in a sassy attitude style.
There was probably nothing wrong with that, but if Ты looked behind us there was something strange. They wore normal clothes, looking ordinary. Their head was turned toward us, their hair long that it reached past their belt, covering their face perfectly. All I could see was a portion of their lips, which were full and pouty, their body was obviously female, I would probably be worried if that was not the case.
The only other indicator of importance was the hair color, a dark sheen of black, the same color I have a reason to believe my attacker’s hair was. Could it be?
It was hard to tell if I had seen her before, she was shielded perfectly. Did she do that on purpose? Did she know the camera would get her? I furrowed my eyebrows as I studied her hard, waiting for any Источник of recognition, but it never came.
Frustrated I took that picture aside, and started to look through the other ones. But they barely had anything except indicators of where my sister has been. One picture made me pause in particular, we were at one of those shopping plaza’s, it was a sister-sister thing we wanted to try.
I was practically floating the morning of our day, Dorothy was having a good laugh at my happiness, but I couldn’t help it. I got to spend time with a sister I adored, it was one of the happiest days of my life.
I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering how I felt, and then when I opened my eyes I was standing the plaza shopping place.
I smiled to myself, finally a good memory, even if it was a vision.
I'm so being myself
I am not anyone else
Besides me
I'm standing here
Look how much I've changed
I'm so stubborn
Never being someone else
Look at the sky
Look how the world has changed
Look how the people chatter about
Can't change me
Everyone's changed
Everything but me has changed
And the world still rotates everyday
No one's gonna make me
I'm a rockstar
I'm so powerful
I'm staying myself
No one's gonna replace me
The world has changed
But I'm not going to change
I'm just as great as I am
Right now
(Verse 1)
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting Ты to get out of my life
How long does it take for Ты to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for Ты to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for Ты to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
Ты didn't know what love
was till Ты met me
I bet Ты haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
Показать up in a розовый dress
waitin' for my Любовь to address
I'm like come on
или I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for Ты to leave me
for Ты to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting Ты to get out of my life
How long does it take for Ты to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for Ты to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for Ты to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
Ты didn't know what love
was till Ты met me
I bet Ты haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
Показать up in a розовый dress
waitin' for my Любовь to address
I'm like come on
или I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for Ты to leave me
for Ты to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his сердце started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his сердце started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"