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The House (continued)
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ZeraStarloft Junior Member
since 2003-01-07
Posts 11in a marigold |
The House Yellow chipped paint, decorated with dangling shutters that would smack against the side of the house when the wind blew and never kept out the snow. The windows were broken; a story of age, of fights, of just plain bad luck. Bad luck was the only kind of luck they had, she used to say, as she would sit on the front steps and wait for him to come home from work, sometimes lingering there for three or four hours, until it was dark, when she would climb into bed and wait for the sound of his car to pull up. There was a window next to her bed, one of the twelve cracked windows in the front of the house, she had never bothered to count the numbers in the back. The only light in the room came from that window, she refused to turn on a lamp. If it was dark enough in the room for light from a lamp, she figured he should be there, asleep and in bed with her. She stared out the window, waiting for his junky, rust-covered car to pull up and park in the street, for him to emerge and run up the walk to the house. And it was there that she rested, that day, in her bed, when there was a knock at her bedroom door. It wasn't him. He never knocked. She would never want him to knock. "Yeah?" She kept her gaze fixed on the window, waiting for the patterns of light to change. There was no response, and a moment later she heard a hand lightly grasping the doorknob. "What?" She rolled over, surrendering her post at the window, looking at the door, the paint chipping off, the wood splintering in places from the times it had been kicked in during the middle of night. Slowly, it opened and Derrick stepped into the shadows of the room, the only light provided by the moon shining through the window. As he looked at her, she could see in his eyes that there was something he had to do. Something he didn't want to do. He approached her bed and sat down, tucking a strand of her coffee colored hair behind her ear. In the doorway, Neo stood, tears streaming down her face. Derrick opened his mouth, but no sound escaped it. She looked on past Derrick, to Neo, who simply shook her head, making no sound as her tears continued to pour down. "What is it, Derrick? Where's Matt? Is it another girl or something?" She questioned them not only with her voice, but with her eyes. Derrick couldn't stand the pleading looks she was shooting at both him and Neo, slowly he began to open his mouth again. *~* It was snowing golf balls outside when Matt left work, the only thing on his mind was hurrying hope to see her. He climbed into his car, stuck the key into the ignition and turned it, but nothing happened. He cursed under his breath, the stream of words floated out of his mouth with the company of a light smoke, which curled up and swirled towards the ceiling of the car before disappearing. The only other car in the parking lot pulled away, leaving Matt and his dead car alone in the snowy mess. Matt climbed out of the rusty old car, the snow still pelting down like never-ending doom. He shoved his hands into his pockets and quickly emereged from the employee parking lot behind his building. It wasn't long before he reached the sidewalk and made it to the front of the building. He reached for the door, but it was locked. It was then that he noticed the lights were out. Matt knocked on the door, but no one answered. It was clear that the building was closed for the night. "Rai is going to be pissed," Matt mumbled as he rubbed his hands toghether in an attempt to warn them. He continued to walk down the sidewalk, looking for a payphone, for any way to call a mechanic and to communicate with Raiven. The street was empty, save the wind and the snow and the man on the corner. Matt approached him, hoping to ask for directions to a phone, and maybe the possibility of bumming a quarter. "Hey," He said, when the stranger was within five feet of him. The man nodded at him, smiling. "What are you doing out here, so late, in the cold?" The man questioned. |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Great! Three down, how many to go???????? |
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