No body likes you... #26
Green day.
Mr. T! I'm so so so sorry about Anthem! I really am! I'm trying really hard to get everything ready, I just cant find it in my locker! I'm really sorry! I'll get it to you tomorrow hopefully! Please don't hate me!
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Anyway. Desperate ranting is over now. I really liked this Memoir I wrote in english so I thought I'd post it:
Forced into Darkness
I have never been so scared in my life. Home is supposed to be somewhere I can be safe and feel at peace. For the most part, my house is a care free environment, with happy times and a loving feeling through out the halls… Except one area that terrifies me even today, the basement. I’m supposed to go down stairs and grab some clothes but something inside of me is holding me back. My basement is the darkest creepiest area and I’m supposed to go down there? Me? I’m the coward of my family! No way. I refuse, but my mom makes me anyway.
“Sarah, I need you to go get my work pants! Now scoot!” my mom says to me. I feel my mind begin to race and my palms become sweaty.
“D-Downstairs?” I gulped. I wish my mom would ask my brother instead of me. I shoot her a terrified expression and make my way down the first set of steps. That was the easy part. I walk steadily down the kitchen hallway where the door to the basement lies. My mind is rejecting the thoughts of going down the eerie stairwell. My trembling hand reaches for the worn hand and I open the door revealing a hungry black abyss waiting to consume innocent little me. I felt so overcome with fear; I have never been so scared of my own home before.
I take one step into the hall placing me a step closer to the blackness. I make my trembling take another step down. ‘This is getting easier’ I think to myself. My eyes wane to the cobwebs on the ceiling, and shudder. ‘Never mind…’ I squeak as the cobwebs send a new fear over me. As I trudge my way through the blankness I begin to have a strange sense of vertigo and see my whole life flash before my eyes.
I see my mother happily escorting me to the bathroom at Garcia’s, our favorite family restaurant at the time. Now, I see my brothers wrestling on the couch. Then I see a flying tomato with a possum dressed as a fireman pass my view. ‘Huh?’ I freeze. That never happened!
The strange hallucination, which I assumed was brought upon by fear, snaps m back to reality and I draw my attention to the fact that I have reached the bottom of the stairs. As if I had just conquered Mt. Everest I pant deeply, grasping the handle bolted to the side of the wall. My hand shakes violently as I reach for the light switch.
“Sarah! Hurry!” my mom hollers from upstairs. I hear her scrambling around, completing her daily routine. Her screaming causes me to jump and I trip over a nearby box, stumbling into the basement in front of the Laundry room. ‘Convenient…’ I chuckle.
The darkness looms over me, taking my breath. I pick myself up and walk into the laundry room, immediately spotting my moms work pants. I also see a laundry basket with my freshly clean socks, which I had needed for a while now. I snatch a pair and turn to run. Behind me I hear a heavy breathing, thrusting me into panic mode, which for a young girl is pretty drastic. The breathing continues and begins to almost follow me. I force myself to hurtle up the steps, feeling as if the darkness is nipping at my heel, dragging me back down into the pits of my personal hell.
I rip myself away from the cold grasp, and fall through the door and into my kitchen.
My body pulls itself up in fear and darts toward the stairs to the upper level. I surge up the second stairs and dart down the hall. My mom stares at me blankly as I throw myself onto her wobbly waterbed. My breathing is staggered and I can barely lift my head.
“Did… Did you get my pants?” asked my mom timidly. I pull the pants from underneath me and throw them at her.
“Thanks, sweetums!” My mom said as she pulled herself to go iron them. My brother Justin trudges in and holds up a sock to me.
“I tried to give it to you downstairs, but you ran away from me.” He mumbled. I stop and stare at him. I immediately recognize a heavy breathing escaping his sick lungs. My brother was the creature in the darkness that I was terrified. All my fear, for nothing…
Mr. T! I'm so so so sorry about Anthem! I really am! I'm trying really hard to get everything ready, I just cant find it in my locker! I'm really sorry! I'll get it to you tomorrow hopefully! Please don't hate me!
...
Anyway. Desperate ranting is over now. I really liked this Memoir I wrote in english so I thought I'd post it:
Forced into Darkness
I have never been so scared in my life. Home is supposed to be somewhere I can be safe and feel at peace. For the most part, my house is a care free environment, with happy times and a loving feeling through out the halls… Except one area that terrifies me even today, the basement. I’m supposed to go down stairs and grab some clothes but something inside of me is holding me back. My basement is the darkest creepiest area and I’m supposed to go down there? Me? I’m the coward of my family! No way. I refuse, but my mom makes me anyway.
“Sarah, I need you to go get my work pants! Now scoot!” my mom says to me. I feel my mind begin to race and my palms become sweaty.
“D-Downstairs?” I gulped. I wish my mom would ask my brother instead of me. I shoot her a terrified expression and make my way down the first set of steps. That was the easy part. I walk steadily down the kitchen hallway where the door to the basement lies. My mind is rejecting the thoughts of going down the eerie stairwell. My trembling hand reaches for the worn hand and I open the door revealing a hungry black abyss waiting to consume innocent little me. I felt so overcome with fear; I have never been so scared of my own home before.
I take one step into the hall placing me a step closer to the blackness. I make my trembling take another step down. ‘This is getting easier’ I think to myself. My eyes wane to the cobwebs on the ceiling, and shudder. ‘Never mind…’ I squeak as the cobwebs send a new fear over me. As I trudge my way through the blankness I begin to have a strange sense of vertigo and see my whole life flash before my eyes.
I see my mother happily escorting me to the bathroom at Garcia’s, our favorite family restaurant at the time. Now, I see my brothers wrestling on the couch. Then I see a flying tomato with a possum dressed as a fireman pass my view. ‘Huh?’ I freeze. That never happened!
The strange hallucination, which I assumed was brought upon by fear, snaps m back to reality and I draw my attention to the fact that I have reached the bottom of the stairs. As if I had just conquered Mt. Everest I pant deeply, grasping the handle bolted to the side of the wall. My hand shakes violently as I reach for the light switch.
“Sarah! Hurry!” my mom hollers from upstairs. I hear her scrambling around, completing her daily routine. Her screaming causes me to jump and I trip over a nearby box, stumbling into the basement in front of the Laundry room. ‘Convenient…’ I chuckle.
The darkness looms over me, taking my breath. I pick myself up and walk into the laundry room, immediately spotting my moms work pants. I also see a laundry basket with my freshly clean socks, which I had needed for a while now. I snatch a pair and turn to run. Behind me I hear a heavy breathing, thrusting me into panic mode, which for a young girl is pretty drastic. The breathing continues and begins to almost follow me. I force myself to hurtle up the steps, feeling as if the darkness is nipping at my heel, dragging me back down into the pits of my personal hell.
I rip myself away from the cold grasp, and fall through the door and into my kitchen.
My body pulls itself up in fear and darts toward the stairs to the upper level. I surge up the second stairs and dart down the hall. My mom stares at me blankly as I throw myself onto her wobbly waterbed. My breathing is staggered and I can barely lift my head.
“Did… Did you get my pants?” asked my mom timidly. I pull the pants from underneath me and throw them at her.
“Thanks, sweetums!” My mom said as she pulled herself to go iron them. My brother Justin trudges in and holds up a sock to me.
“I tried to give it to you downstairs, but you ran away from me.” He mumbled. I stop and stare at him. I immediately recognize a heavy breathing escaping his sick lungs. My brother was the creature in the darkness that I was terrified. All my fear, for nothing…
posted by Flamboyant Hobo Zombie Pirate Princess On Ice at 7:28 PM
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Very well done! I liked this one a lot!
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