I couldn't stand to be with my family no longer, even if they gave me everything I wanted. I was a burden to them. As I rose up the stairs I found myself in the place that mattered the mode to me. My room. The walls were painted of orange cre and black designs of shapes and colors, all to match my personality, different. When I wasn't with my disease, I remembered my life. I had a cherished family, great friends, and a hell of a good time. But know I know it's a lie. I looked at a cork board of all my recent memories, my family, friends, beaches, everything. But tears steamed on my face, they don't deserve to be in my pictures. I took the cork board and slammed in to the floor, then with no avail I opened the window, growling and screaming,"You suck!", causing it to fly out the window, where it landed in a mud puddle, spoiled and rotting in the dirt. I cried on my bed remembering the day I had friends. Were they that foolish to understand that im not a demon? Or dead?
Phoebe~ I fell asleep, waking up with a horrible burning sensation over me. I had a funny dream yesterday. That I was a sadist, murdering everyone in my family slowly, each for a reason. My sister was a filthy liar, and I chopped off her tongue and stabbed her. My youngest brother got pushed down a well. My younger brother got shopped into bits for being a jerk off. My mother's boyfriend got smashed, and I laughed. My mother was the only one left, getting her face burned off. It was so rude of me to think like that, but slowly, I was descending into a world of evil.
But something slapped my face. Not a brush or feather, a complete slap. I rushed to the mirror to find a red mark of a hand on my cheek. I suddenly stumbled backwards, thinking that my evil dream was getting some Karma effect. But it felt so real. As I put my hand over my cheek, still feeling the force of the slap, throb my cheek, I heard someone from my mothers room. "Are you okay?"
Phoebe~ I listened to their conversation, thinking. Who is there? Who could be here? It didn't sound like anyone from our household.
The voice was soft, velvety. It sounded like my guardian angel, but I kept my distance. I hid my head under the covers on my blanket and shut my ear, trying to go back to sleep.
My face was dull, I didn't know what to do. What the heck did they want from me? I bellowed, opening my arms as I got outta the bed, hesitant of my decision, "Here, I'm all yours!" Silence. "Do it, kill me already!" Silence. "I mean it, this is what you want, do it now and hurt me, I'm tired of it." Silence. I buried my face into my hands, unsure if it was reality What is wrong with me?
The voice chirped,"I'm not going to kill you, Phoebe." I sounded like an idiot, and I was one. I must be crazy. "Phoebe?" I still covered my face with my hands. This was just too Embarrassing to handle. "What?" "I'm not here to kill you, Phoebe." "Then what do you want?" "I-I can't tell you, Phoebs." I hissed. He called me Phoebs. I hate that nickname. "Why..."
His voice brushed my ear, causing my hair to stand up, and give me goosebumps. "Don't touch me!" "I'm not, I'm breathing." "How?" I begged. "I can't say." I said, softly. "Leave me alone." Silence.
Phoebe~ I shivered at his breathe touching my neck. "Why won't you tell me anything?" I asked, not looking up. "Because if I do, I'll get in trouble." he chuckled. Sort of in that way I know he's making a smirk stained face. I groaned, looking up, but no one was there. "Where are you?" I asked, looking around. "Right here." said his voice, sounding like it was by the stairs. I shuffled over to the stairs. "Right here?" I asked, standing by the foot of the stairs. "Nope, over here." I heard him call downstairs. SIT STILL-
My mind and face froze, I was in horror. Did he just tell me to sit still? He wasn't even there! I sat still, murmuring and praying to myself that I was gonna be okay. Then I said, unclear,"W-why?" I studdered, positively studdered
Phoebe~ I was frozen, blinking. "Good girl." he chuckled. I felt I was no longer on ground, or earth for that matter. It felt like I was floating. "Wh-Whaa-" I stammered, my head still spinning.
"Do this right, and you won't fall, got it?"he said, sighing, thinking I was that idiotic. "How...did you..can you...why.....what are you doing?!"I yelled, craving for answer. His voice was alarmed and surprised, "I mean no harm, just stand still." So I just stood there, motioned in the air, my eyes widened, and having a horrible feeling in my gut. This will but be fun.
Phoebe~ I heart was beating faster as I cursed. "Y-You asshole, tell me what's going on-" "Why don't you open your eyes and see what's happening?" I opened my eyes slowly, and blinked. I screamed for a split second and gasped.
There I saw him, uncovered, muscular, and sorta adorable in a way. He looked so elegant and seamless in my room, even if my room was a heeling pile of junk he overthrew everything, except us, just staring at each other. I gave him a timid glance,"So your him, the one I've been worried, so I'm not crazy." He sighed, happy at my response,"Your not, I'm just glad you didn't go to the paramedics or something with your parents." "They hate me, they care for me no less, I'm a complete waste." "They can't be that ungrateful." "YES."I said loud and clear,"YES."
Phoebe~ His soft blue eyes looked into my hard, tree green eyes. I loved the colour of his icy eyes. "What's your name?" I asked. "Brian," he answered, holding my arm. "Brian?" "Yes, Brian."
"Such a nice name." "I like yours more." I blushed at the response, unknowing of what im doing. "So Brian, what are you doing in my bedroom?" "......"
Gilmore, I have to go, so keep doing the story if you can Goodnight, can't wait to do more of this.
Bye! ^^ I'll see you! ----------------------- He blinked, looking down. I waited for a response. "I-I've been following you, Phoebe, all afternoon." I stammered,"What?" "I've been following you all afternoon." "W-Why didn't you help me?!" I screamed, pissed off. If he was following me, why didn't he save me!? "B-Because I can't.." he said sadly.