Open Question: Is my story good? Rate 1-10.?
Chapter One
I blew out the candle in my room; it became dark yet the silver moon outside lit up my room brightly. I lay on my cold bed. What have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself. The answer was clear to me but I just didn?t?I just couldn?t admit it. I groaned. I suddenly rolled off my bed causing a big thud on the wooden floor.
?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? Melissa 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 in 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 hollow stairs to see Christian?s eyes planted on the TV. He wasn?t moving?not one movement, almost like he was paralyzed. He?s probably trying to scare me.
?Not funny Christian.? I laughed. He?s good but not that good. Still, he 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 before it was too late. I can?t lose him. Suddenly, someone from behind clutched my waist.
?I don?t think you want to do that.? The raspy voice said.
?Let go!? I screamed.
?I?ll let go when I?m ready!? the voice yelled back.
I felt a cold knife piercing through my back.
?Please No!? I shrieked sobbing. Then I felt a force push the figure away and the pain seemed to heal. I could see blood on the floor from my injured back. As I got up to run, the figure that saved my life grabbed me and ran out the door.
I don?t deserve to live! I thought to myself as I sobbed.
We arrived in front of silver SUV. He shoved me in and I landed in the front seat.
He quickly got into the driver?s seat as I got a good look at his face.
He had chestnut brown hair, blue eyes, and a tan complexion.
?You ok?? he breathed tiredly.
Gasping for breath I choked a bit but answered feebly ?yes I?m fine.?
?I?m Melissa? I gasped for air.
?Adam?that?s a big cut you got there.? He said as we drove off.
I closed my eyes as tears escaped.
?We?ll be home soon.? Adam whispered.
?No we won?t! Christian was my home we?ll never be home!? I sobbed.
I couldn?t control myself?
?Why?d you save me? I should die! I don?t deserve to live!?
?I saved you because you have a purpose in life. And someone out there to love.? He yelled.
?But who?? I whispered.
He bit his lip as if he were thinking.
?I can?t tell the future but what I can tell you is that, your needed and if you died now then??
I clenched my teeth.
?Then why?d Christian have to die!? Without thinking I opened the door and lunged myself out the speeding car.
I could feel deep cuts molding there selves in my skin.
It?s over now.
I can be with Christian.
Or so I thought.
What should I add?
What should I take away?
What do you like?
What do you hate?
Favorite character?
Favorite Part?
Answer all those and you get best answer.
What do you think its about?
What’s a good title?

Mon, 09 Feb 2009 21:28:57 GMT
Open Question: Is my story good? Rate 1-10.?
Chapter One
I blew out the candle in my room; it became dark yet the silver moon outside lit up my room brightly. I lay on my cold bed. What have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself. The answer was clear to me but I just didn?t?I just couldn?t admit it. I groaned. I suddenly rolled off my bed causing a big thud on the wooden floor.
?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? Melissa 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 in 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 hollow stairs to see Christian?s eyes planted on the TV. He wasn?t moving?not one movement, almost like he was paralyzed. He?s probably trying to scare me.
?Not funny Christian.? I laughed. He?s good but not that good. Still, he 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 before it was too late. I can?t lose him. Suddenly, someone from behind clutched my waist.
?I don?t think you want to do that.? The raspy voice said.
?Let go!? I screamed.
?I?ll let go when I?m ready!? the voice yelled back.
I felt a cold knife piercing through my back.
?Please No!? I shrieked sobbing. Then I felt a force push the figure away and the pain seemed to heal. I could see blood on the floor from my injured back. As I got up to run, the figure that saved my life grabbed me and ran out the door.
I don?t deserve to live! I thought to myself as I sobbed.
We arrived in front of silver SUV. He shoved me in and I landed in the front seat.
He quickly got into the driver?s seat as I got a good look at his face.
He had chestnut brown hair, blue eyes, and a tan complexion.
?You ok?? he breathed tiredly.
Gasping for breath I choked a bit but answered feebly ?yes I?m fine.?
?I?m Melissa? I gasped for air.
?Adam?that?s a big cut you got there.? He said as we drove off.
I closed my eyes as tears escaped.
?We?ll be home soon.? Adam whispered.
?No we won?t! Christian was my home we?ll never be home!? I sobbed.
I couldn?t control myself?
?Why?d you save me? I should die! I don?t deserve to live!?
?I saved you because you have a purpose in life. And someone out there to love.? He yelled.
?But who?? I whispered.
He bit his lip as if he were thinking.
?I can?t tell the future but what I can tell you is that, your needed and if you died now then??
I clenched my teeth.
?Then why?d Christian have to die!? Without thinking I opened the door and lunged myself out the speeding car.
I could feel deep cuts molding there selves in my skin.
It?s over now.
I can be with Christian.
Or so I thought.
What should I add?
What should I take away?
What do you like?
What do you hate?
Favorite character?
Favorite Part?
Answer all those and you get best answer.
What do you think its about?
What’s a good title?

Mon, 09 Feb 2009 21:28:57 GMT

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