howcouldthisbe

How could this be…!? Everyone in the room, including Timara who never takes her eyes off the dark arts magazine, all looked at me with their hollow eyes. Yes, these were the eyes that scared me, scared Scared that I couldn’t tell their motives but to get sucked in and never return. My weak heart desperately tried to wake my body up by pounding urgently against my ribcage. Nevertheless, I jumped out of the large window nearby before I could trust it to get me out of this abyss, and coursed towards the place where general people called home.

The entire journey was blurry for I couldn’t care less to wipe the hot tears htat were ready to pour out, heck . Heck for I already know the route so well. Brightness flashed over the endless darkness as my soles made rapid contact with the bumpy concrete pavement. I didn’t realize I was home until my clown-like ridiculous fall caused my shins to collide with the front steps. I bore the pain as my useles hands fumbled with the doorknob ; it almost took a century before the pathetic object was flung open by me.

There were no warm welcoming calls as I rushed in like a wounded animal who was too fear-filled to think of anything else. Clear as crystal I knew I deserved to be thrown back into this dump, littered with nothing but coke cans and instant meal packets. Noises came fumbling through the dark cold hallway with aline-like eerie lights beaming out from the living room. Poor Nicky, he had nothing but his pathetic sci-fi TV programmes and a trash ? er, miss, isn't that obvious to tell ppl that she thinks herself as already f#cked up? nah to say it in polite creative language she thinks she's already f#cked up, shoot I cant' think >__< 'cause i have a hot head!! sister. I could still remember he cried so hard when dad announced he was leaving me babysitting him. How horrible was I to threaten him not to tell a soul.

The compassionate thoughts were oblivion oblivious when my pupils reflected the other world I just entered, which was even worse. Every dark arts ornament, poster, books and anything in this room brought the images of hollow eyes before me. I screamed until my lungs ran out of air and fell limply in bed. What did I do to deserve this stench, this poison that seeped deep inside me… all I need is a good sleep now, for I cannot to afford to face the world in this pathetic state again.
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Hey I was listening to Linkin Park to get the inspiration when I was trying to think of a theme, this was actually a piece of creative writing our English teacher wanted us to do. You begin with the phrase 'how could this be' and you have to think of the rest and write at least 350 words, hehe it ain't hard since I'm already soooooooooo used to type fan fictions. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaall thanks to Vegeta ^_^ Anyway, to prove to you that this piece you see before you ain't just the one that the teacher marked then being put on the net, the texts in red are what the teacher thought to be correct (which is right, except I have to learn that sometimes adjectives have to be put at the end >< mmmmmmm you probably don't know what I'm talking about ^^ Yeah, I gotta thank my friend Cyddy Ruddy for giving me the ideas since I read her poems and all that. Amousez vous bien ^^