Of Heart and Soul (Draft) Part 6
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The color returned and i was back in my room. Staring at the mess on the floor again. I noticed the digital clock on my night stand said 10:41pm. It had already been an hour? I saw the timer clock in my head, or i felt it? i wasn't sure, but i knew it said 01:22:06, meaning i had to get to that house, to Alice Privet by 12:03am. What an interesting time... I heard breathing near me and expected Kwa to be there, but then again, i'd never heard him breathing before. It was either silent or he didn't breathe at all, which i could believe. I turned my head as i heard shuffling on my bed and saw myself, sleeping slightly restlessly, moving a bit. Is that what i looked like when i slept? I had no idea i looked so innocent. I stared at myself curiously. Wow... do i always sleep with my mouth slightly open like that? 01:20:40, the digits flashed and reminded me of my job. No time to grope about my sleeping, i have to find Alice Privet!
I realized my bedroom door was open a foot. Probably my parents or my brother peeking in to see me sleep... i think they do that sometimes... I slipped thru the door without touching it in case it would make a creak if i opened it wider and snuck down the stairs, walking very softly since my parents were sleeping in the bedroom right next to the stairs. As i got all the way down, i realized that i wouldn' be able to use the front door either, it was much too loud when it opened and my parents aren't very sound sleepers. I turned to go to the kitchen, but i realized suddenly that the light was on. My mother must be cooking or reading or something like she does some nights. I stepped slowly closer and peeked around the corner, only to jump back suddenly. No, she didn't see me, but she was facing my direction and she might have seen the slight flash of color had a lingered too much. She was reading, as i thought she was, one of her cooking books. Another important fact i noticed was that the backdoor was open, to let in some of the night air. Perfect, if she would look the other way or do something to distract her, then i might be able to slip through without her noticing...
Wait, can she even see me to begin with? With my body still sleeping on my bed, this means i am spiritual right? For the first time that night, i looked at my hands only to realize they looked completely solid. Does that mean she can see me too? I sighed and decided not to take the chance. I heard the chair in the kitchen move suddenly and the taps of my mother's slippers echoing throughout into the halls. A few seconds later, i heard the stove turn on and what sounded like her getting a pot or pan out of the cupboard to put on it. This was my chance! i peeked around the corner and saw her back was turned and immediately made a dash for the open door.
I was out safely at last!
"REEEAAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWRRRR." I jumped backwards, into the darkness as i heard what sounded like a scared cat. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness again, i saw it's outline standing on top of the wall across the entire backyard. It must have ran as soon as it saw me and hopped up onto the fence only to realize i wasn't attacking it. I smiled in relief. At least i didn't go out when my mom was sitting there or she might have seen me. 01:03:23, my thoughts blared. Ugh, that wasted a whole twenty minutes! Would i be able to find the house on time? I rushed around, trying to step quietly as i could, yet quickly as i could along the side of the wall, where the grass was more damp and therefore, rustled less. I made my way around the corner and climbed over the wall, hopping down on the other side. Now i had to make sure no one would see me. But that wouldn't be a bit deal would it? I was just some teenager going out at night on a walk! No big deal right? I glanced down at my clothes, which i realized were not my night clothes to my relief. i had forgotten to change when i went to bed, and forgot what clothes i had on when i was sneaking out. Pure luck on my part. I sighed. I didn't want to depend on luck! i'll have to remember these things for next time.
I stepped out into the light, peeking around to make sure no one would see me and also coming up with a reason in my head while i was walking out here. I'm looking... for my cat. Because i love her dearly and don't want her to get run over or something...... Yeah, that should be sufficient enough... A black cat, like the one i saw in my backyard. Oh please, i'm ALLERGIC to cats! I sighed again, but continued walking, glancing around as if i were looking for some pet, but really just making sure no one was looking at me. I walked along the sidewalk and past streets i'd never seen before, yet i remember going to them because of the whole looking at the list thing. There's the tree stump no one ever removed from the grassy area on the side of the sidewalk. 00:43:59. There's Crow Street, where i'm supposed to turn. 00:36:23. There's the police station i'm supposed to pass. 00:13:02. And there's the house. Alice Privet's house, family of two, her dad and her.
I walked up to it and stared. There it was, one story, red roof, light blue walls, no garage, an old car parked in front.. i realized there were things i had missed in my 'remembering.' The paint was faded and there were trashcans standing outside waiting to be picked up by the garbage truck. The grass was yellowed and the plants weren't tended to or well taken care of. A few were dead. 00:05:16. My mind reminding me again, random times... I saw an open window which i hadn't 'remembered' as well. Just my luck. There i go again, depending on luck. I rolled my eyes, glanced around to be sure no one saw me, and went to climb through the window.
As i stepped inside, i could smell it's mustiness, despite the open window letting the air in. It smelled... dirty, as if it hadn't been cleaned often. I saw i was in a living room. The TV was on, showing some old western TV show i never cared for. Speakers blaring rather loudly while the TV stars were in a gunfight. There was Alice Privet's dad, sitting on the couch, asleep. A stepped closer, toward the hall and then realized it smelled of alcohol. A closer look at Mr. Privet and i saw a bottle of beer on the table next to the chair. His face looked worried while he slept, which made him look older than i had 'remembered'. A blanket was placed over him, which i knew was not by himself. That was the work of this Alice i'm supposed to find. I looked away and walked down the hall, noticing the scratched, dirty, yellowed, and peeling wallpaper. And some pictures frames with pictures of supposedly family. This must be Mrs. Privet, Alice's mother. She died, i suddenly 'remembered', died a long time ago. I felt great sorrow as if i was the one who had lost my mother. 00:01:13. I forced my eyes away and continued on to Alice's bedroom, noticing it looked just like the one i 'remembered.' The drawers with her clothes in them which also served as a nightstand for her lamp, a diary, peeking out under her pillow, the plaid patterned blanket over her bed. Then i noticed something that i hadn't remembered. There was a piece of paper laying on her bed. It was lined paper with Alice's handwritting. As i looked closer, despite the time rush, i read it.
"Dear Dad,
I'm sorry, but i just can't take it anymore. It's different without mom here, and i don't feel like there's anyway to live on with out her and without you as well. I know that she meant everything to you, but i was here too, and i needed you. You just sat and drank your life away. Well, if you can throw it away like that, then i can throw mine away too. I don't want to live this life anymore. I have no friends, everyone hates me, even my Kurt left me. You were all i had left, dad-"
I stopped reading. I didn't want to read the rest. I knew what this was. She was... she was... My eyes stared widely at nothing. 00:00:28. 00:00:27. 00:00:26. 00:00:25. I turned around, facing the last doorway i had to go through to get to the bathroom where she would be sitting on the closed tiolet seat in her most beautiful dress, which would be rather dirty from wiping her tears on it. I walked foreward, not caring if she saw me or not. I caught sight of her and took in the scene. It was just like any normal bathroom. Just a bit dirtier and messier than most, but ordinary. The only thing that didn't belong... was the gun she was pointing to her chest.
I realized my bedroom door was open a foot. Probably my parents or my brother peeking in to see me sleep... i think they do that sometimes... I slipped thru the door without touching it in case it would make a creak if i opened it wider and snuck down the stairs, walking very softly since my parents were sleeping in the bedroom right next to the stairs. As i got all the way down, i realized that i wouldn' be able to use the front door either, it was much too loud when it opened and my parents aren't very sound sleepers. I turned to go to the kitchen, but i realized suddenly that the light was on. My mother must be cooking or reading or something like she does some nights. I stepped slowly closer and peeked around the corner, only to jump back suddenly. No, she didn't see me, but she was facing my direction and she might have seen the slight flash of color had a lingered too much. She was reading, as i thought she was, one of her cooking books. Another important fact i noticed was that the backdoor was open, to let in some of the night air. Perfect, if she would look the other way or do something to distract her, then i might be able to slip through without her noticing...
Wait, can she even see me to begin with? With my body still sleeping on my bed, this means i am spiritual right? For the first time that night, i looked at my hands only to realize they looked completely solid. Does that mean she can see me too? I sighed and decided not to take the chance. I heard the chair in the kitchen move suddenly and the taps of my mother's slippers echoing throughout into the halls. A few seconds later, i heard the stove turn on and what sounded like her getting a pot or pan out of the cupboard to put on it. This was my chance! i peeked around the corner and saw her back was turned and immediately made a dash for the open door.
I was out safely at last!
"REEEAAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWRRRR." I jumped backwards, into the darkness as i heard what sounded like a scared cat. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness again, i saw it's outline standing on top of the wall across the entire backyard. It must have ran as soon as it saw me and hopped up onto the fence only to realize i wasn't attacking it. I smiled in relief. At least i didn't go out when my mom was sitting there or she might have seen me. 01:03:23, my thoughts blared. Ugh, that wasted a whole twenty minutes! Would i be able to find the house on time? I rushed around, trying to step quietly as i could, yet quickly as i could along the side of the wall, where the grass was more damp and therefore, rustled less. I made my way around the corner and climbed over the wall, hopping down on the other side. Now i had to make sure no one would see me. But that wouldn't be a bit deal would it? I was just some teenager going out at night on a walk! No big deal right? I glanced down at my clothes, which i realized were not my night clothes to my relief. i had forgotten to change when i went to bed, and forgot what clothes i had on when i was sneaking out. Pure luck on my part. I sighed. I didn't want to depend on luck! i'll have to remember these things for next time.
I stepped out into the light, peeking around to make sure no one would see me and also coming up with a reason in my head while i was walking out here. I'm looking... for my cat. Because i love her dearly and don't want her to get run over or something...... Yeah, that should be sufficient enough... A black cat, like the one i saw in my backyard. Oh please, i'm ALLERGIC to cats! I sighed again, but continued walking, glancing around as if i were looking for some pet, but really just making sure no one was looking at me. I walked along the sidewalk and past streets i'd never seen before, yet i remember going to them because of the whole looking at the list thing. There's the tree stump no one ever removed from the grassy area on the side of the sidewalk. 00:43:59. There's Crow Street, where i'm supposed to turn. 00:36:23. There's the police station i'm supposed to pass. 00:13:02. And there's the house. Alice Privet's house, family of two, her dad and her.
I walked up to it and stared. There it was, one story, red roof, light blue walls, no garage, an old car parked in front.. i realized there were things i had missed in my 'remembering.' The paint was faded and there were trashcans standing outside waiting to be picked up by the garbage truck. The grass was yellowed and the plants weren't tended to or well taken care of. A few were dead. 00:05:16. My mind reminding me again, random times... I saw an open window which i hadn't 'remembered' as well. Just my luck. There i go again, depending on luck. I rolled my eyes, glanced around to be sure no one saw me, and went to climb through the window.
As i stepped inside, i could smell it's mustiness, despite the open window letting the air in. It smelled... dirty, as if it hadn't been cleaned often. I saw i was in a living room. The TV was on, showing some old western TV show i never cared for. Speakers blaring rather loudly while the TV stars were in a gunfight. There was Alice Privet's dad, sitting on the couch, asleep. A stepped closer, toward the hall and then realized it smelled of alcohol. A closer look at Mr. Privet and i saw a bottle of beer on the table next to the chair. His face looked worried while he slept, which made him look older than i had 'remembered'. A blanket was placed over him, which i knew was not by himself. That was the work of this Alice i'm supposed to find. I looked away and walked down the hall, noticing the scratched, dirty, yellowed, and peeling wallpaper. And some pictures frames with pictures of supposedly family. This must be Mrs. Privet, Alice's mother. She died, i suddenly 'remembered', died a long time ago. I felt great sorrow as if i was the one who had lost my mother. 00:01:13. I forced my eyes away and continued on to Alice's bedroom, noticing it looked just like the one i 'remembered.' The drawers with her clothes in them which also served as a nightstand for her lamp, a diary, peeking out under her pillow, the plaid patterned blanket over her bed. Then i noticed something that i hadn't remembered. There was a piece of paper laying on her bed. It was lined paper with Alice's handwritting. As i looked closer, despite the time rush, i read it.
"Dear Dad,
I'm sorry, but i just can't take it anymore. It's different without mom here, and i don't feel like there's anyway to live on with out her and without you as well. I know that she meant everything to you, but i was here too, and i needed you. You just sat and drank your life away. Well, if you can throw it away like that, then i can throw mine away too. I don't want to live this life anymore. I have no friends, everyone hates me, even my Kurt left me. You were all i had left, dad-"
I stopped reading. I didn't want to read the rest. I knew what this was. She was... she was... My eyes stared widely at nothing. 00:00:28. 00:00:27. 00:00:26. 00:00:25. I turned around, facing the last doorway i had to go through to get to the bathroom where she would be sitting on the closed tiolet seat in her most beautiful dress, which would be rather dirty from wiping her tears on it. I walked foreward, not caring if she saw me or not. I caught sight of her and took in the scene. It was just like any normal bathroom. Just a bit dirtier and messier than most, but ordinary. The only thing that didn't belong... was the gun she was pointing to her chest.
Author's Notes for Editing: Need to separate the paragraphs more, make dialogue help separate stuff.
Need more information on parents.
Need more information on parents.
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