So this is for the Valentines Day Story competition. I may be posponing updates of other stories. This will probably be over by February 13. Tell me what you think!! Dark. Black. Gray. The colors were all she could see. She was falling. Falling into nothing. Suddenly, a flash of white. She tilted her head sideways. What was that? Unexpectedly, she felt gravity pull, and she fell a few meters again. "Aaaa!" her screams made no sound; not even a faint whisper. She felt a prickling sensation tugging at the tips of her hair. Turning, what she saw scarred her. There, were tongues and tongues of fire, whisping about, trying to reach her. She screamed once more, and like all her other screams, they made no sound. She started falling again, to the pit of flames. The heat was starting to get unbearable; to eat through her skin. BEEEP! Aria Sevenson sat up in her bed, panting and covered in sweat. "Aria! You're going to be late!" her aunt called from downstairs. Aria shook her head, and her soft brown curls flew, as she tried to shake the memory, the horrid memory, of her mind. This was the real world, she wasn't falling. This was real. It was just a dream. Just a dream. "Ariana Claire Sevenson! If you are not here in five minutes.....!" her aunt screamed once more. Aria jumped up, off her bed, "U-Uh, coming!" she lept around her room changing and fixing her school supplies in the speed of light. She bounded down the stairs, and her footsteps faded into the house. But little did she notice, the tip of her blanket, was charcoaled and gray.....as if burned by never ending tongues of fire.
LONG UPDATE! BUMP! "....he is soo cute!" Aria's best friend, Tamika, blabbered on, Aria not really paying attention. "Uh-huhh." Aria nodded, opening her locker door and stuffing some books inside. Tamika continued talking, and Aria continued nodding and pretending to listen. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she jumped. She grabbed her phone and pressed the Answer button. "Aunt Cecilie?" Aria said, puzzled. Her aunt usually doesn't text her in school. More so, call her. "Aria." Aunt Cecilie said in a calm cool voice, "Have you been smoking?" "What?!" Aria said in surprise. Smoking? Why would she? She hated smoking! Her dad was-- "Calm down, dear. It's just that...I found the tip of your blanket burned." Her aunt explained. Aria's fingers involuntarily released her phone. The phone flew across the air and crashed in the floor. Her mind drifted, and instanly traveled to her dream. The fire...the smoke...the heat... "Hey! Earth to Aria! Helloooo!" Tamika snapped her fingers in front of Aria's blank face. Snapping out from it, Aria picked up her phone from the floor and placed it on her ear. "I'm sorry, but I do not smoke. I never smoke. Have a nice day." she took out her phone and pressed End Call . Then she proceeded taking out books like nothing happened. Tamika stared at her, "What was that all about?" Aria shrugged and walked away; Tamika still gaping at her. "May Aria Sevenson please proceed to the principal's office." Aria halted, her heart pounding slghtly. What did she do that was so wrong? Did she do something wrong? Her mind reeled back to the past few days, searching for anything that could land her in Mr. D's office. Aria poked her head in the Mr. d's office. "Y-You wanted to see me?" she stammered. Mr. D smiled sadly, "Yes, do come in." She cautiously stepped in and stood there, staring at him. He took a deep breath, "Ah..how do I say this....authorities found your dad." Aria's eyes instanly traveled back to that night. "YOU TRECHOROUS GOOD FOR NOTHING LITTLE GIRL!" a very drunk Mr. Sevenson screamed at the poor girl. She sank smaller into the corner, whimpering and afraid. "YOU...EVERYTHING GOT RUINED BECAUSE OF YOU!!" her father laughed evily and kicked the numerous cigarette butts across the floor. Tears escaped her eyes and she dug her nails into the skin. Her dad grabbed a shotgun from his closet and pointed it at her. Her eyes widened. This was it. She was going to die a twelve year old. Her father suddenly let the gun down, "YOU KNOW WHAT? IM NOT GOING TO SHOOT YOU! IM GOING TO LEAVE YOU HERE, TO DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH WITH NO WATER OR FOOD!" he laughed again and ran out of the house. She was alone. "I-I don't want to s-see him." Aria choked out. It was hard enough locating Aunt Cecilie. She vowed never to go back to that jack*** father. Mr. D looked at her apologetically. "You don't have to. Because...ah...they found him dead."
"What?!" Aria gaped at Mr. D. Did he just say...dead? Mr. D nodded slowly, "Yes. I'm sorry. If you want, you can take time off from school to tell your mother or console her or--" "NO." Aria said, shocking herself of the harshness in her tone. But she meant it. With that, she walked out the door and into the nearest room she could find, the gym. Rows and rows of bleachers were laid out in front of her, and she ducked in between two of them. That's where she started crying. She didn't know why. She hated her father? Shouldn't she be happy? No, she was crying because of the mention of her mother. Her mother. Her mother left her, went to New York and the. -poof!- never came back. Nestor used to be a good dad, but when her mom left, he started smoking....and drinking followed...then came the beating. "Hello?" a voice said. Aria glanced up, and to her amazement, there was a boy, about her age, sitting on the highest row of bleachers, gazing down at her. He saw that she was crying and immediately, he leapt down and sat beside her. Now the boy was beautiful. He had dark hair and green eyes that contained traces of brown. "Are you okay?" he whispered. "Yes, I justed wanted to come to a dark gym to release some salty water." she said sarcastically. He smiled a bit, "Ssshh, it's gunna be okay." She raised up her head, "It is?" He smiled, "Yup. I'm Daniel. And you are?" It was the beginning of love.
ANDI Y U NO TELL ME U MAKE STORY??!?! DISGRACE!! SHAME ON YOU!! HAHAHA OKAAY IM JUST KIDDING!! OMG I LOVE LOVE IT. IMMA BUMP!