Post by emily on Aug 25, 2007 22:03:42 GMT -5
So, I wasn't sure exactly where I should put this, but I figured this seemed like the best place. My story is sort of a drama I suppose. Like a teenage angst story. I just started writing it, so it's pretty rough. Let me know what you think of it so far.
I awoke drenched in a cold sweat. My heart beat rapidly against my chest and my eyes were opened wide. A feeling of anxiety and fear seemed to envelope me in a chilling blanket. I inhaled a few deep, calming breaths, then propped myself up against a few pillows. I held my hand out before my face and saw it begin to shake. My entire body felt as if the earth was vibrating beneath me. I closed my eyes and tried to regain control over myself. After a few minutes passed, I stood beside my bed, slipped on my slippers, and walked slowly down the stairs.
My short black hair stuck to the back of my neck and the eyeliner I had, had on the previous day was now smudged on my cheeks. I shut my eyes tightly, and then flipped the light switch in the bathroom on. Once I felt it was safe to open them, I walked to the sink and splashed cold water onto my face. I took a few silent breaths, and then looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes, which were usually bright blue, were now dull looking and bloodshot. I sighed and ripped a piece of toilet paper from the roll and rubbed off the remainder of the makeup from my face.
The strange thing was, I didn't even know what had awoken me, what had caused me so much discomfort and anxiety. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the beige carpet. All I could remember was I had been dreaming. In the dream I was walking down a long, winding road. It seemed to go on for thousands of miles. As I walked down the road I began to realize I had no idea where I was headed, where the strange road was going to take me. And as those thoughts, accompanied by many others, began to cloud my vision, someone or something pushed me down, and held me there… I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, and then everything went black.
Goosebumps crawled up and down my arms. I shivered and tried to shake the haunting dream from my mind. I had no idea what the meaning behind the dream was, and at 3 in the morning, I didn't really care all that much. I slipped my feet out of the slippers, laid my head on the pillow, and pulled the blankets over myself.
"Just a dream. A meaningless," I yawned mid-sentence, "stupid dream…" then I faded back into sleep.
A blinding beam of light shone through the curtains hanging from my window. I squinted and then turned over to discover it was 7:30 AM. I groaned and slapped my right hand against my forehead. The bus stopped at my house at 7:20. This was the third time this week I had missed the bus.
I dragged myself down the stairs and into the empty kitchen. My dad had already left for work, which meant I had to figure out how I was going to make it to school on time. I picked up the phone and decided I would ask my friend Ben for a ride. It was either him or Sarah, and I had already asked her for a ride the last two times I missed the bus.
Ben answered the phone with a big yawn.
"Are you still sleeping?" I asked surprised. The only response I got was a smaller yawn then a groan.
"Who is this?" he asked confused.
"It's Melissa you idiot! I missed the bus, so do you think you could give me a ride to school?" no answer.
"Ben!"
"What? Oh yeah, um, well, I'd love to give you a ride Mel, but I don't think I'm going to school today," I sighed and hung the phone up without saying bye.
I tapped my fingers on the wall and decided I could try to give Sam a call. He never answered his phone though. He was one of those people who waited till the answering machine picked up the call so he could hear who was calling. It rang a few times, and just as I was about to hang up the phone, he answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam! It's Melissa, do you think you'd be able to give me a ride to school?"
"Why?"
"I missed the bus,"
"Oh… again? Wow. Um, I guess I could. I'll be there in a few minutes,"
"Great! Thanks a lot Sam, I owe you one!"
I placed the phone on the receiver then sat on the couch waiting for my ride. After about 5 minutes there was a knock at the door. I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder then opened the door. Sam stood there with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
"Ready?" I nodded and closed the door behind me.
"So, how'd you manage to miss the bus this time Mel?" he chuckled.
"I guess I forgot to set my alarm. Plus I was awake early this morning. I had a really weird dream," Sam looked at me concerned.
"Oh really? What was the dream about?" he asked. Sam was taking a psychology class, and he felt as if that enabled him to give people advice. Any time someone had a problem or needed help with something, he jumped at the chance to use his newfound skills.
"All I remember was walking down a road, and I didn't know where I was going, so I started to panic. Then something was holding me down and I lost control over myself. It was the scariest feeling," I shivered remembering how I felt after waking up from the dream. He scratched the stubble on his chin then tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Well, to me that sounds like you feel like you're lost in life. Like, you don't know where to go. And the person or thing holding you down is someone in your life you feel that is keeping you from reaching your goals," a satisfied look settled on his face. I smiled and thought about what he said.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. It's interesting," I looked out the window, "how much dreams can tell you," he nodded in agreement as we pulled into the school parking lot.
I awoke drenched in a cold sweat. My heart beat rapidly against my chest and my eyes were opened wide. A feeling of anxiety and fear seemed to envelope me in a chilling blanket. I inhaled a few deep, calming breaths, then propped myself up against a few pillows. I held my hand out before my face and saw it begin to shake. My entire body felt as if the earth was vibrating beneath me. I closed my eyes and tried to regain control over myself. After a few minutes passed, I stood beside my bed, slipped on my slippers, and walked slowly down the stairs.
My short black hair stuck to the back of my neck and the eyeliner I had, had on the previous day was now smudged on my cheeks. I shut my eyes tightly, and then flipped the light switch in the bathroom on. Once I felt it was safe to open them, I walked to the sink and splashed cold water onto my face. I took a few silent breaths, and then looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes, which were usually bright blue, were now dull looking and bloodshot. I sighed and ripped a piece of toilet paper from the roll and rubbed off the remainder of the makeup from my face.
The strange thing was, I didn't even know what had awoken me, what had caused me so much discomfort and anxiety. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the beige carpet. All I could remember was I had been dreaming. In the dream I was walking down a long, winding road. It seemed to go on for thousands of miles. As I walked down the road I began to realize I had no idea where I was headed, where the strange road was going to take me. And as those thoughts, accompanied by many others, began to cloud my vision, someone or something pushed me down, and held me there… I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, and then everything went black.
Goosebumps crawled up and down my arms. I shivered and tried to shake the haunting dream from my mind. I had no idea what the meaning behind the dream was, and at 3 in the morning, I didn't really care all that much. I slipped my feet out of the slippers, laid my head on the pillow, and pulled the blankets over myself.
"Just a dream. A meaningless," I yawned mid-sentence, "stupid dream…" then I faded back into sleep.
A blinding beam of light shone through the curtains hanging from my window. I squinted and then turned over to discover it was 7:30 AM. I groaned and slapped my right hand against my forehead. The bus stopped at my house at 7:20. This was the third time this week I had missed the bus.
I dragged myself down the stairs and into the empty kitchen. My dad had already left for work, which meant I had to figure out how I was going to make it to school on time. I picked up the phone and decided I would ask my friend Ben for a ride. It was either him or Sarah, and I had already asked her for a ride the last two times I missed the bus.
Ben answered the phone with a big yawn.
"Are you still sleeping?" I asked surprised. The only response I got was a smaller yawn then a groan.
"Who is this?" he asked confused.
"It's Melissa you idiot! I missed the bus, so do you think you could give me a ride to school?" no answer.
"Ben!"
"What? Oh yeah, um, well, I'd love to give you a ride Mel, but I don't think I'm going to school today," I sighed and hung the phone up without saying bye.
I tapped my fingers on the wall and decided I could try to give Sam a call. He never answered his phone though. He was one of those people who waited till the answering machine picked up the call so he could hear who was calling. It rang a few times, and just as I was about to hang up the phone, he answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam! It's Melissa, do you think you'd be able to give me a ride to school?"
"Why?"
"I missed the bus,"
"Oh… again? Wow. Um, I guess I could. I'll be there in a few minutes,"
"Great! Thanks a lot Sam, I owe you one!"
I placed the phone on the receiver then sat on the couch waiting for my ride. After about 5 minutes there was a knock at the door. I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder then opened the door. Sam stood there with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
"Ready?" I nodded and closed the door behind me.
"So, how'd you manage to miss the bus this time Mel?" he chuckled.
"I guess I forgot to set my alarm. Plus I was awake early this morning. I had a really weird dream," Sam looked at me concerned.
"Oh really? What was the dream about?" he asked. Sam was taking a psychology class, and he felt as if that enabled him to give people advice. Any time someone had a problem or needed help with something, he jumped at the chance to use his newfound skills.
"All I remember was walking down a road, and I didn't know where I was going, so I started to panic. Then something was holding me down and I lost control over myself. It was the scariest feeling," I shivered remembering how I felt after waking up from the dream. He scratched the stubble on his chin then tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Well, to me that sounds like you feel like you're lost in life. Like, you don't know where to go. And the person or thing holding you down is someone in your life you feel that is keeping you from reaching your goals," a satisfied look settled on his face. I smiled and thought about what he said.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. It's interesting," I looked out the window, "how much dreams can tell you," he nodded in agreement as we pulled into the school parking lot.