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New story .

Preface
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Emily crawled along the uneven road, biting her lower lips furiously to avoid screaming out in pain. It was dark, but her eyes were used to it now. A thin shard of glass pierced the ripped skin of her knees and she felt tears escape her eyes.
Where is that....?!
She pulled her legs closer to her chest and began sobbing silently into them.
Come out, come out wherever you are!
She brushed messy, soaked hair out of her bright green eyes and looked around the desolate alley warily.
Don't hide from me, I know you're here somewhere.
Her eyes darted around. She pulled herself to her shaking feet tentatively before taking a few steps forward to see if she could still walk.
A hand clamped itself over her mouth.
"...got'cha..."
Black.

Edited by: DemolitionLover96 on October 25 at 11:28 AM

thts good!!! wats the name of it?

IT's called Emily, and thanks.
I can't do italics for some reason so everything between these ('), are thoughts/flashbacks.
And I can't update for a while either...=[

Is this story going to be sad?... :3

Very good description, I can feel for the character already

Thank you. For replying and being a sensitive person.
Not completely...but it will be...

Chapter 1, part 1.
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10:48 PM were the figures her clock glinted back at her. 'Way past my curfew.' thought Emily, glaing at her clock, wishing desperately that it wasn't right. She trudged down the nearly empty street, feeling very much like she was in an Edgar Allen Poe book. A gust of wind flew past her, ruffling her auburn hair. She reached up instinctively to smooth it down before another gust of wind blew, this time lifting her skirt.

Fifteen minutes and four seconds later she found herself standing in front of her apartment door. Mum wasn't here yet...she never was back before midnight anyway...not since the divorce. Things hadn't been smooth since Dad had left; Mum always drank herself into oblivion every night and would stumble back home, apologising incoherently. And Dad was always too busy to visit now. "What a great life." Emily muttered to herself, finding the house key beneath the doormat. She pushed the door open and after locking it, she shrugged her coat off and threw herself onto her bed, not caring about the fact that she was still fully dressed.

-x-

12:51 AM.
Emily blinked her eyes open and looked around at her messy bedroom. A distant ringing reached her ears. It was faint, so faint that Emily would've believed this was just a dream and that the telephone ringing was her imagination. She rolled off her bed and her body thudding against the floor reminded her that she wasn't dreaming. She got up dazedly, and annoyed about having her sleep interrupted and found her way to the living room.

Mum obviously wasn't back yet. The living room was still clean and didn't reek of alco.hol. Emily placed her hand on the reciever and picked it up.

"Hello?"
"We meet again Emily..."

Hi Allie I loves it so far

=O

Whoa.

That. Was. BIoody. Amazing.

Ginny, you are a supertastical writer. (:

Thanks Huge and Steph .
-Cheesy grin-
Love you guys
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Chapter 1, Part 2

"I...who are you!?" Emily demanded roughly.
The line went dead. Emily stared at the reciever like it had sprouted arms and legs and was begging her to let it to an Irish jig. She was by nature a person who liked to keep matter simple and avoided anything that was even vaguely intricate or complex. She liked to believe that this world was black and white; white representing good and black representing bad. But several incidents in her life were neither of them - she preferred to title them as grey. Because no matter how she looked at them, she never saw them as good or bad, just as wrong things done for the right reasons.

'Who calls at this time to hang up on me like this?'
The aforementioned question hung abount in her currently blank mind in the form of a giant questionmark. Reasons floated around her mind but all were struck off one after the other, like an enemy striking down pawns in a game of chess.

"Why?" she asked herself.

She had learnt that not everything in life needed a reason...some things were inexplicable. Sometimes she would ponder over tiny things that didn't matter, simply because she wanted to know why they happened or maybe because she wanted to know if they were black or white...but she could never come to a conclusion. She always gave up after her mind could no longer stand being trapped in the massive web of reasons.

Ooooh. Freaky.
Will be awaiting more.(: