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| Nightmare | Mar 16 2012, 01:17 AM Post #1 |
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dawny misses her night </3
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"Do you know what it feels like, Darrel? That feeling of pain when it all comes crashing on you again? I know," I paused, my fist pressing hard against the wall as beads of sweat dripped down my forehead, "and I know because of you." There wasn't anything for me left in the city, yet I stayed for no apparent reason. Slowly I began to speak, "yet I stay here with nothing to cling to but you," I chuckled, shaking my head and slowly staring at his shocked face. Of course he would be surprised. "Why is it you keeping me here, Darrel. Can you tell me?" I asked, turning the rest of my ragged, malnourished body to approach the tall, pale man. I lifted my hand and lay it on his cheek, rubbing my thumb slowly. His face held such an oblivious look. He was so stupid at times. I leaned close to him, lips just inches from his. I waited for him to pull back, but he didn't. His breathing grew ragged and I knew it was time. Slowly, I parted my lips and pressed them to his. I sat in the corner of my tiny, crumbling apartment. I stared at the window, hating the bright light it let in. The window pain was old, dirty and cracked. Fresh bird s*** dripped slowly down the window pane, stopping just above the bottom. I loved birds, but city birds were just disgusting. Messed up hybrids of the true beauty birds were supposed to be. I mean, come on. God had made them to be beautiful just as humans had been intended to be. Then people like me came along, snorted coke and raised hell in the cities. We were all useless to Him. I grabbed my baggy pants, pulling my legs up to my face and slowly shaking my head as I suppressed tears. Outside I could hear the drunks screaming at each other. One of them, I knew by the angered voice I had heard so much as a child. My useless father. He was the reason I never saw my mother, but I knew if she had ever cared for me she would have taken me from him and to the coast where she had always promised she would take me. Stupid lying b****. My dirty face was coated with my own sweat and tears by the time I gained enough strength to stand up, but I doubted I would be able to get up enough strength to go buy a bit of food. People liked to stare at the poor like myself, and it sucked. I was poor, and I would admit it easily, but why did everyone ridicule me for who I was and what I did? The Lord had never meant for discrimination. The disgrace that was the human race was. My fist grabbed the window sill and slowly crept up to the wall and I leaned against it, whimpering in pain as my leg seized and refused to move. When I had money, if I ever did, I would get my leg checked out. And I would somehow stop getting my fifteen year old ass drunk and high every night. I knew the sources of my problems, I just couldn't rid myself of them. My mother would have hated me. She would have beat me like my father used to before she left. I let out a dull sigh of relief as my leg finally relaxed and I continued down the door way, opening the creaking, rotten door slowly. I sucked in a deep breath and exited my home. The light was bright, scorching rather. The noises were loud, louder then inside. The roaring of the many vehicles that zoomed passed my house and screeching tires as they came to a stop, the loud yells of the drunks in the alleyway. It was so loud. Holding my now-throbbing head in my hands, I turned down the alleyway and down towards the brawling men with a discontented look on my face. I knew father had problems of his own, but when would he learn that he couldn't depend on me for everything? I shook my head and decided to leave the stupid man to his own idiocy and trekked down the cracked side walk, my eyes locked on the crumbling city that faced me. My hands were shoved into my jacket pockets, hoping that Darrel was home. Darrel. Tall, pale, blue eyes... He was handsome. He was a guy who could get any girl and could do almost anything he wanted because he was wealthy, but yet he chose to spend his days single and hanging out with me. I always assumed that it just meant he was kind-hearted, but my father had suggested that Darrel actually liked it. "El... Elaine sweetie. I think that boy likes you. Why else would he hang out with a b**** like you?" I mocked under my breath, clenching my fists as I glared at nothing in particular. Seemed all I did was wrong. Hypocrite that he was, of course. It didn't take long, in fact it only took about ten minutes, to get to the richer side of town. I could see Darrel's house close by and I couldn't help but smile. I would have a good meal, a shower and have fun. Darrel's mother hadn't been to accepting of me at first, but she got used to it because even she knew that once Darrel made up his mind it was almost impossible to get to stubborn rich boy to change it. It was fun, our little debated about things that he had decided to never do and the things that he had decided to do. As my feet placed themselves like stone in front of the large, tall white door that lead to my friends house, I knocked loudly and rapidly, knowing no one in the house would hear it if it was too quiet. Inside I could hear stirring of the family and feet clomping down the stairs. It didn't take long, but it felt like forever until I heard the doors locks opening and the door creaking open to reveal the lovely and lively house. Loud voices filled the house, welcoming me to the house. Darrel had his family and two siblings, but it wasn't rare that his grand parents were there or his other distant relatives. I greeted them all with a smile, but no words. They all knew I didn't talk much, so I didn't have any need to talk. When we did talk, it was idle chit chat that was just to pass a few moments of the long, dull days that filled there lives. I was so jealous of them. I felt a bulky, strong hand grasping mine and I smiled at my blond haired friend, feeling my feet drag partially up the stairs to follow him to his room, where he would grab me some clothes and let me shower in his own. They entered his large, big room and still I was taken aback by its size. I didn't think I would ever get used to the big, blue walls and the large abstract murals, his big, black framed bed with beautiful cherry dressers and side tables. It was all something I wouldn't have. I grasped the edge of my bed and pulled myself up to sit on it while Darrel went off to rummage through his sisters clothing. I leaned back on the soft bed, my hands clutching the wool Afghan blanket. It was beautiful in its own way, crocheted with it's beautiful geometric shapes. It was a security blanket for me and Darrel. He'd had it for years, and I'd known him since he got it. It was worn and tattered, bits of string tugged from it and small holes dotted it. We'd built so many forts with it, used it to hide during thunderstorms and while we watched scary movies it was our protector against the demons and silent killers. I snuggled close to the bed and shot up immediately when a pile of clothes dropped on my face. "Dammit, Darrel!" I cried, eyes widening as I jumped off the bed, knocking the clothes to the floor. Playfully I punched the chuckling boy and picked up the clothes, glaring at him while I did so. "You'll pay for that," I promised, leaving him to his lonesome room and in to the large, beautiful bathroom. I decided against a shower and ran water in his big tub, slowly sinking in to it. The warmth surrounded my nude, dirty body and I couldn't help but sigh with delight. It was so nice to have electricity and running water. I ended up spending a bit more time then I had intended in his bathroom, and just as I was getting out, Darrel barged in with a worried look on his face. He turned to face me, eyes widening at my nude, clean body. He stuttered, unable to speak as he took in every inch of me. Then his eyes locked on my legs and rage took over his surprise. I grabbed for the towel that I had dropped to the floor and quickly covered myself, looking at Darrel sheepishly. His voice was loud as he yelled at me, "why would you cut yourself? There is no logic behind it! It's being an idiot!" His rage hurt, and I flinched away from him. I couldn't handle having him mad at me. Tears streamed down my face as I grabbed the closest pair of clothing I could; his sisters jeans and his top. I scrambled in to it while he continued yelling at me and I ran from the house, braless and without panties. It would have been nice to have some of the new panties he'd bought for me on, the cotton softness, but I couldn't go back now. He was mad at me. I flew out the front door, ignoring the looks of worry from his family and I continued running away from his house, my wet hair slapping against my face as I continued to cry all the way home. The city was nothing to me. All I saw was the side walk and eventually I saw my house. I opened the creaking, rotten door and slammed it behind me. The house was empty and void of any life but my own. I ran up to my room, digging under my ragged, destroyed bed and grabbed a bag full of white. I grabbed for my lighter and walked over to the corner of room. It was the only way to deal with who I was. Slowly I lit the lighter and began... I lay in a hard bed that was not my own, surrounded by beeping and angered voices. I opened my eyes and stared at where I was. I was in a hospital? Struggling, I lifted me head and tried to remember what had happened, but to no avail. a Unable to do much more then stare at the doctor and Darrel fighting, I let out a loud moan and put my head back on the white pillow, I watched as Darrel approached me with a mad, yet sad face. I could see tears. I weakly smiled at him, unable to say anything. I opened my mouth to apologize for whatever it was I had done that had gotten me hear, but he didn't let me speak. He shook his head and left. Where he was going I didn't know. I just knew I couldn't stay awake any more and I slipped back to my unconscious, sleeping state. It had been a few days until I was let out of he hospital, and I was no longer allowed to be alone. The doctors had taken my overdose as an attempt at suicide, which I know knew that Darrel had been fighting with the doctor because of it. I lay in his bed, curled up in my pink pajamas, staring out his window and at the gray, raining sky. The house was oddly quiet, and I couldn't understand why. Slowly I climbed out of the bed, my feet clomping against the floor as I half walked half dragged myself in to the long corridor, trudging down the stairs to see Darrel in the kitchen, staring out the window with a worried look on his face. His mother had her hand placed on his shoulder and she was whispering to him. I took a few silent steps in to the tiled, well decorated kitchen and kept silent. They seemed to have noticed my silent entrance, for Teresa turned away from him and continued cleaning. I was worried about this all. Darrel was quiet and he looked sad, and I didn't like it. "Darrel?" I said softly, slowly walking up to him and placing my hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly, confused as I stared at him. He was quiet for a moment, but it didn't take long for him to grab me and pull me in to a tight hug. I hugged him back but I was surprised at it. "D... Darrel?" I stuttered, feeling his arms leave me and grab my hand as he basically dragged me to his room. By the time we had made it up there, I had thought of almost every horrible situation I could have. I hadn't at all been prepared for what it really was. He placed me on the bed and held my shoulders tight, making sure he was eye level with me. "Elaine, your father is dead." His words hit me like hail, taking me aback as I began to stutter and stare at him. But I wasn't surprised. Slowly, tears began to fall from my face and he pulled me in to a tight hug. I hugged him back, my hands grasping clumps of his shirt as my tears poured on to his shoulder. What was I going to do now? My father was dead and I had no other guardians to care for me other then my mother. I couldn't stay with Darrel forever... I stayed pressed against them, listening to a loud pounding echo across the house as someone knocked on the door. A vaguely familiar voice followed and I waited until I heard Teresa calling me name. Regretfully, I let go of Darrel and slowly walked towards the stair case. I didn't want to leave him, but I knew I had to. I walked down the stairs and tried to regain my composure, but when I stopped at the foot of the stairs and saw who stood at the door, I froze. Long blonde hair to her chest region with bright familiar green eyes. Mother. Anger, happiness and fear filled me as I stared at the woman. I slowly took wobbly steps toward the woman, staring at the well dressed woman. "What are you doing here Cherise," I paused, staring at her still and trying to take the fact that my mother stood in front of me, "and why did you leave me with him?" My voice broke as I finished speaking to her, my fathers face flashing in my memory. I began to shake again and I slowly started to fall forward, my mother running and catching me as I began to sob again. "I know I broke my promise, but I came back now didn't I?" Said the blonde stranger, her hands running through my straight hair, brown hair. I held no resemblance to my mother, only my father. I had blue eyes like him and brown hair, but my natural faint blonde streaks and thin build resembled that of my mothers. I stayed quiet in her arms, my sobs continuing as I stayed pressed against her. "I've come to take you to the coast like I promised," she said, pulling away to stare at my surprised face. "What do you say?" she asked, and I did nothing more then nod my head in shock and pulled her back in to a hug. I wasn't surprised at my reaction, but I knew I hadn't cared to think it through. I'd forgotten that if I left, I would be leaving Darrel behind. Five days had passed since my mother had came to get me, and she had been busy making plans to get us back home. Apparently, she'd had another child with another man. A baby boy name Klyde. His father was rich, my father was a poor drunk. We lived to separate lives yet we were only three years apart from each other. I sat in my room for what I thought would be the last time and I fought the tears. Me and my father, we used to sit in this room and talk when he was actually sober. We laughed and had some good times the bast twenty three or so years. It wasn't fair that I had to lose him so fast. He was a useless drunk, but he was all I had. And I was leaving behind the only life I knew. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and grabbed my few clothes, leaving the room and following my Mom into the car. It was a nice car, with its six seats and bright red metal I climbed in the back and stared out the window as we began to drive off. It was empty now. I had nothing to keep me there any more. I didn't have worry about getting my father to stop fighting with the other drunks or druggies. I let out a sigh as I pressed my face against the window and saw nothing but forest and trees passing by. I looked out the back window and saw the town I had spent my entire life in slowly fading away. I was leaving behind Darrel. Darrel! I hadn't said good bye! "Mom, we have to go back! I have to go say good bye to Darrel!" I cried, tapping her on the shoulder viciously. I felt the car jump to a halt and she turned to face me slowly. "Go see him then. If you get out of this car you are not getting back in," she snapped, glaring at me with hatred. It hurt to see how easy she let go of me. Shaking my head, I cursed at her and grabbed my stuff before climbing out of the car and beginning back towards my home. She was useless to me now. Why had I even cared to trust her? I opened the door to my home and ran my hand on its walls, standing there and staring at the man who stood leaning against the wall. He was cleaning it, by the looks of the bucket and mops. I sighed, looking at him. I felt slightly weak. I hadn't eaten in a bit and he knew that. I was malnourished just like he sad I would be if I didn't eat. I slowly walked closer to him and stopped, turning and staring at the crumbling wall. "Do you know what it feels like, Darrel? That feeling of pain when it all comes crashing on you again? I know," I paused, my fist pressing hard against the wall as beads of sweat dripped down my forehead, "and I know because of you." There wasn't anything for me left in the city, yet I stayed for no apparent reason. Slowly I began to speak, "yet I stay here with nothing to cling to but you," I chuckled, shaking my head and slowly staring at his shocked face. Of course he would be surprised. "Why is it you keeping me here, Darrel. Can you tell me?" I asked, turning the rest of my ragged, malnourished body to approach the tall, pale man. I lifted my hand and lay it on his cheek, rubbing my thumb slowly. His face held such an oblivious look. He was so stupid at times. I leaned close to him, lips just inches from his. I waited for him to pull back, but he didn't. His breathing grew ragged and I knew it was time. Slowly, I parted my lips and pressed them to his. if you are uncomfortable with PG-13 Sex Scenes do not read the following Spoiler: click to toggle I stared at the bills left by my father in my hands and on the kitchen table, my hands grasping my hair as I shook my head. The money I had was limited, for my job only paid enough for me to pay off one bill every so often, and with the interest slowly building on to each and every one of them, I didn't know how I would ever pay it off. Sure, Darrel and his family still tried to help me, but I couldn't do that. Living the families house and eating their food was enough, taking their money was something I didn't want to do. The pen in my hand was weak as I began to squeeze it in an attempt to cease my anger, but did nothing more then cause the pen to explode within my hand. The ink oozed out of the busted utensil onto my hand, trickling down my cheek and smudging into my hair. "For f***s sakes!" I yelled, smashing my fist against the table and throwing the pen on the ground, pulling on my hair and resisting the urge to flip the table. I heard footsteps enter the kitchen, but I couldn't move. I was to busy staring at the bills and raging inside about how stupid it was that I had to pay his debts and not my rich mother. I felt a soft hand on my back and saw Teresa smiling at me with sad eyes. "Can I give you some money now?" She asked with a voice that was obviously hiding a chuckle, and I knew that if I said no I would probably end up so stressed that drugs became my best friend again. I nodded, letting my cheek press against the table as I let out a long moan of distaste. "I'll pay you back somehow," I promised, cleaning up my mess and heading upstairs to shower. It had been around a year or so since me and Darrel had started dating and now I sat in his bathroom, staring at the blue and white stick. It was disgusting how I was holding something I had just urinated on, but what shocked me was the fact that it said something I wasn't expecting to see. I was pregnant. I held the thing in my hand and looked up at the mirror not far from where I sat. Was I really read for a kid? A baby to raise in the world that was total hell? Without thinking, I stood up from where I sat and called out, "Darrel!" He would be so excited. He was going to be a father! This is FINISHED. If you guys need help visualizing, this is what Darrel looks like: click < heh heh, derp face and this is what Elaine looks like: click Edited by Nightmare, Mar 16 2012, 12:45 PM.
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| Dots | Mar 16 2012, 01:18 AM Post #2 |
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I like it! <3 |
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| Sneakers | Mar 16 2012, 10:14 AM Post #3 |
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Oh my hfjskdhdjakshdk. Why are you so gooood? It's great so far! Looking forward to more of this! 8D |
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| Nightmare | Mar 16 2012, 12:04 PM Post #4 |
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dawny misses her night </3
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Finished. c: |
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| Lantern | Mar 16 2012, 03:05 PM Post #5 |
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Wow, this is really good! I'm writing a people story as well, but using microsoft word, then pasting it onto here. This was really interesting, and a great perspective! One thing I was a little confused on at first was Teresa, and who she relates to in the story. Not sure if I just skimmed over her intro or if you wanted it to be that way... she's Darrell's mother, right? |
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| Nightmare | Mar 16 2012, 05:54 PM Post #6 |
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The mother, yeah.
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| Lantern | Mar 16 2012, 10:20 PM Post #7 |
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Are you getting this in the WCA newsletter, or is that just cat related stuff?
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