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Open Question: Do you like my story? 10 points?

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Open Question: Do you like my story? 10 points?
Chapter One
?Is my beginning really my end??
I blew the candle out the room suddenly became dark and cold. I lay on the bed what have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself. The answer was clear to me but I just didn?t want to believe it. I groaned and rolled off my bed making a loud thud on the ground.
?Hey what?s going on up there?!? Christian screamed up as he ran up the stairs busting into my room. ?You don?t always have to worry about me? I murmured as I got off the floor and stood about 3 feet across from him. ?Are you sure about that?? he smiled. ?Shut up!? I yelled pushing him as he stumbled to the ground. ?Violence is never the answer.? He laughed. ?Says the man who -? he interrupted me ?Who what? Charlotte this is a new life lets forget about the past.? He said rubbing his top forehead lightly pushing back his brown chestnut colored hair. ?How can we forget the past when the past is here?? I yelled. ?Where?s the past! Where is it?? he yelled even louder. ?It?s right here.? I said pointing to myself. ?I?m the reason we?re here I?m the reason you?re here and I?m the reason why.? I silently responded. Christian came to me and hugged me. ?You?re definitely not the reason we?re here. They are? he said lightly.
Christian left the room quietly and I sat back down on my bed of my dark room. Although we weren?t staying long this felt like an actual home to me. Usually we stayed in hotels, motels, old apartments but this was different it was a beach house across the sand beach of Plum Island. It was beautiful and cozy. I always walk up and down the beach laying there at night thinking if we were ever going to leave this place of unnatural trauma and deep depression and when I say ?this place? I mean this state of mind. The nasty disease that kills me whenever I see Christian?s sad face?guilt. I could have never dragged Christian along for these sad months. Don?t let it eat you up Christian would always say to me. I would solemnly respond quietly murmuring words I didn?t even know. But, although I?ve spent most of my life with Christian I still don?t know who he was or I still don?t know who he is. He?s mysterious and likes it that way. He doesn?t like people who know too much about him. He?s closed up in a cocoon like a butterfly waiting to emerge and be free. But I don?t think that will be anytime soon. You see Christian is my cousin he?s been with me ever since it happened. I love him so much because he?s like my only family. My family got injured in a fire their fine but after that they forgot about me then Christian took me in. I hated him for doing that but I started to love him as I progressed.
I walked down the stairs to see Christian his eyes planted on the TV screen. He wasn?t moving?not one movement. He?s probably trying to scare me.
?Not funny Christian.? I laughed he?s good but not to good. He still didn?t move. ?Chris!? I yelled as I ran to him. I gasped at the unwelcoming sight. A knife stabbed in his heart blood pouring everywhere. No he?s not dead. ?Christian YOU?RE NOT DEAD? I screamed repeating it over and over. I ran to the phone to call 911 but someone grabbed my waist.
?You really don?t want to do that.? The raspy and flat deep voice said turning me around strangling me. I tried to push away but I didn?t. Someone suddenly came behind him and pushed him to the ground. I looked to the couch. Christian?s body was gone. I stayed in a fear state of crying yelling and fussing as the figure grabbed me and flung me over his back running me out the house. ?LET GO!? I shrieked. ?LET GO!? I kept saying until we reached a black eclipse. The man who had strangled me was running out the beach house towards us. ?AH!? I yelled. Behind the man was another man and woman with blood smothered on their faces. ?NO!? I screamed as the man holding me fussed to open the car door. He finally got the door opened and pushed me inside making me land in the front seat.
This is the end. I thought as the man came into the driver?s seat and sighed. He looked at me confused and tired. ?Your one heck of a girl.? He mumbled. I sobbed. He began to drive. The car was silent.
?I?m sorry.? The man mumbled. I looked up at him then at the window still crying.
??I?m Adam.? He smiled. He had black hair and chestnut brown eyes.
?I?m?? I chocked on my words.
?I know who you are.? He smiled again.
I suddenly became safe, but I still missed?Christian.
What do you like or not like about it?
What’s your favorite part?
Who do you like so far?
Thx
Sat, 31 Jan 2009 20:33:26 GMT
Open Question: Do you like my story? 10 points?
Chapter One
?Is my beginning really my end??
I blew the candle out the room suddenly became dark and cold. I lay on the bed what have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself. The answer was clear to me but I just didn?t want to believe it. I groaned and rolled off my bed making a loud thud on the ground.
?Hey what?s going on up there?!? Christian screamed up as he ran up the stairs busting into my room. ?You don?t always have to worry about me? I murmured as I got off the floor and stood about 3 feet across from him. ?Are you sure about that?? he smiled. ?Shut up!? I yelled pushing him as he stumbled to the ground. ?Violence is never the answer.? He laughed. ?Says the man who -? he interrupted me ?Who what? Charlotte this is a new life lets forget about the past.? He said rubbing his top forehead lightly pushing back his brown chestnut colored hair. ?How can we forget the past when the past is here?? I yelled. ?Where?s the past! Where is it?? he yelled even louder. ?It?s right here.? I said pointing to myself. ?I?m the reason we?re here I?m the reason you?re here and I?m the reason why.? I silently responded. Christian came to me and hugged me. ?You?re definitely not the reason we?re here. They are? he said lightly.
Christian left the room quietly and I sat back down on my bed of my dark room. Although we weren?t staying long this felt like an actual home to me. Usually we stayed in hotels, motels, old apartments but this was different it was a beach house across the sand beach of Plum Island. It was beautiful and cozy. I always walk up and down the beach laying there at night thinking if we were ever going to leave this place of unnatural trauma and deep depression and when I say ?this place? I mean this state of mind. The nasty disease that kills me whenever I see Christian?s sad face?guilt. I could have never dragged Christian along for these sad months. Don?t let it eat you up Christian would always say to me. I would solemnly respond quietly murmuring words I didn?t even know. But, although I?ve spent most of my life with Christian I still don?t know who he was or I still don?t know who he is. He?s mysterious and likes it that way. He doesn?t like people who know too much about him. He?s closed up in a cocoon like a butterfly waiting to emerge and be free. But I don?t think that will be anytime soon. You see Christian is my cousin he?s been with me ever since it happened. I love him so much because he?s like my only family. My family got injured in a fire their fine but after that they forgot about me then Christian took me in. I hated him for doing that but I started to love him as I progressed.
I walked down the stairs to see Christian his eyes planted on the TV screen. He wasn?t moving?not one movement. He?s probably trying to scare me.
?Not funny Christian.? I laughed he?s good but not to good. He still didn?t move. ?Chris!? I yelled as I ran to him. I gasped at the unwelcoming sight. A knife stabbed in his heart blood pouring everywhere. No he?s not dead. ?Christian YOU?RE NOT DEAD? I screamed repeating it over and over. I ran to the phone to call 911 but someone grabbed my waist.
?You really don?t want to do that.? The raspy and flat deep voice said turning me around strangling me. I tried to push away but I didn?t. Someone suddenly came behind him and pushed him to the ground. I looked to the couch. Christian?s body was gone. I stayed in a fear state of crying yelling and fussing as the figure grabbed me and flung me over his back running me out the house. ?LET GO!? I shrieked. ?LET GO!? I kept saying until we reached a black eclipse. The man who had strangled me was running out the beach house towards us. ?AH!? I yelled. Behind the man was another man and woman with blood smothered on their faces. ?NO!? I screamed as the man holding me fussed to open the car door. He finally got the door opened and pushed me inside making me land in the front seat.
This is the end. I thought as the man came into the driver?s seat and sighed. He looked at me confused and tired. ?Your one heck of a girl.? He mumbled. I sobbed. He began to drive. The car was silent.
?I?m sorry.? The man mumbled. I looked up at him then at the window still crying.
??I?m Adam.? He smiled. He had black hair and chestnut brown eyes.
?I?m?? I chocked on my words.
?I know who you are.? He smiled again.
I suddenly became safe, but I still missed?Christian.
What do you like or not like about it?
What’s your favorite part?
Who do you like so far?
Thx
Sat, 31 Jan 2009 20:33:26 GMT

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