Ghosts
I wrote the story Ghosts as a way to vent my emotions, so read at your own risk. I'd like to note that good fiction tells the truth by lying, so try not to examine this story too closely.
Please enjoy this and remember to comment for me. I might use this someday in my book. Oh! And if any part confuses you, you can note that in the comments as well and I will clarify it for you there or edit the story.
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Fear grew in my chest as I closed the gate. I hadn't been caught sneaking out.
Everyone was asleep. Now that I think back on it, I'm sure they were pleasantly dreaming. After all, it was the middle of the night. At the time however, it seemed like even the slightest sound would wake my family.
I silently raced up the hill, afraid of what could be lurking in the shadows where I had just stood. I crouched down to make myself smaller as I listened... The only sound was my heavy breathing. I forced myself to calm down and I slowly stood, gaining confidence.
At that point, the only thing I should have been afraid of was the darkness in the confines of my home, the darkness that filled me every moment that I lay awake at night, the darkness that would have haunted me the rest of my life had I stayed curled in the safety of my covers.
I was surrounded by darkness as I stood, surveying my surroundings: I stood in the middle of a soccer field. There was a park in the distance and shadows that played in the light of the full moon above me.
I stared silently at the path ahead of me. I knew where I was going. The fear I felt previously was now gone, replaced with anger.... and sadness. I walked boldly down the hill and through the field of long wild grasses to the dimly lit street.
I walked straight down the center, passing by houses where people I've known my whole life slept. No body noticed the girl passing silently between the rows of houses. I was like a ghost, nobody heard me, nobody saw me, but they would have, had they cared to look.
Reaching the end of the street, I crossed the next, passing into a new neighborhood. A neighborhood I knew almost as well as the one I had just left. I walked past the many side-streets and listened to the sea of frog voices as they croaked in response to the night and my passing.
When I reached my destination, a small open building awaited me, just past the edge of the light, the only place I knew to comfort me. I had reached a place of sanctuary.
I entered the building and felt the relief wash over me immediately. The weight of the distance between my parents and myself had finally released its grip off my heart. I sank slowly to my knees on the cold concrete floor and cried. I was free, even if it was only for a moment. I let the feeling wash over me as I thought about everything that had happened in the last few months.
Fear grew in my chest as I closed the gate. I hadn't been caught sneaking out.
Everyone was asleep. Now that I think back on it, I'm sure they were pleasantly dreaming. After all, it was the middle of the night. At the time however, it seemed like even the slightest sound would wake my family.
I silently raced up the hill, afraid of what could be lurking in the shadows where I had just stood. I crouched down to make myself smaller as I listened... The only sound was my heavy breathing. I forced myself to calm down and I slowly stood, gaining confidence.
At that point, the only thing I should have been afraid of was the darkness in the confines of my home, the darkness that filled me every moment that I lay awake at night, the darkness that would have haunted me the rest of my life had I stayed curled in the safety of my covers.
I was surrounded by darkness as I stood, surveying my surroundings: I stood in the middle of a soccer field. There was a park in the distance and shadows that played in the light of the full moon above me.
I stared silently at the path ahead of me. I knew where I was going. The fear I felt previously was now gone, replaced with anger.... and sadness. I walked boldly down the hill and through the field of long wild grasses to the dimly lit street.
I walked straight down the center, passing by houses where people I've known my whole life slept. No body noticed the girl passing silently between the rows of houses. I was like a ghost, nobody heard me, nobody saw me, but they would have, had they cared to look.
Reaching the end of the street, I crossed the next, passing into a new neighborhood. A neighborhood I knew almost as well as the one I had just left. I walked past the many side-streets and listened to the sea of frog voices as they croaked in response to the night and my passing.
When I reached my destination, a small open building awaited me, just past the edge of the light, the only place I knew to comfort me. I had reached a place of sanctuary.
I entered the building and felt the relief wash over me immediately. The weight of the distance between my parents and myself had finally released its grip off my heart. I sank slowly to my knees on the cold concrete floor and cried. I was free, even if it was only for a moment. I let the feeling wash over me as I thought about everything that had happened in the last few months.
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