A girl was walking towards pitch black darkness.
She was afraid but something told her to keep walking. The girl had long, wavy, blonde hair tied up into a careless ponytail leaving stray hair caressing her face. As she neared the door, there was a scratching noise from behind. She spun around but found no one there. Her pale arms were shaking. Her icy blue eyes were trying to scan what she couldn't see.
Then she was pulled into the complete darkness
"GAH!" I yelled as I sat up and opening my eyes wider than saucers. Sweat was pouring down my face. Even in my dreams I had a fear of the dark. That's just retarded.
I looked at my clock. It digitally read 3:15am [I could not resist! XD] and that sent chills up my spine even more.
I lay down on my bed again. A bit terrified of falling asleep again. That was the third night in a row that I had that dream, morning rather. I have a chronic sleeping disorder.
I turned my night light on. Yes, I have a night light. Basically I'm afraid of everything that has to do with the dark so I need a light. Ironically, I can't sleep with a light on. I took my book from my head board and started reading. It was entitled the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King and yes, it is interesting.
I finally felt sleepy but normally I don't fall sleepy on favorite books. I closed my nightlight and glanced at the clock.
4:37am
2 hours and 30 minutes of sleep wouldn't be too bad...
Yes, to sleep... zZzzzz...
NO! The Darkness... it burns... @_@
not bad at all... -_-
NO! *watches Dawn of the Dead* No sleep!
"GET UP!" Patrick yelled in my ear. My eyes shot open and when my brain worked functionally, I sat up glaring at Patrick with bloodshot eyes. "Son of a-" I started to say but then I realized that he was in the 2nd grade and my mom's not a bitch so I just thwacked him with a pillow. Yes, that's my brother. Standing 4'3" tall and 9 years old. Gah, he can be a pain sometimes...
"Go outside before I kill you" I snarled at my brother. He giggled and ran outside.
Scary brother.
I groggily walked up to my door and locked it.
I looked at the clock at it read 6:03am. What happened to my 27 minutes? I looked towards the window and realized that it was darker than usual for 6am to 7am times. When I wake up there's always some sun. Gah, it's going to rain and my parents have probably left early today.
I groaned and changed into a The Misfits shirt and loose jeans. I pulled on some black converse and walk towards the bathroom to wash all the sleepyness away. I brushed my teeth and put on some black and light blue eyeliner.
Gah, at least today's a Friday. I got my back pack and swung it over my shoulders. I headed towards the door and was greeted by Chelsea's manic face. "MONKEY!" she yelled grinning like a maniac. She is a freak.
"Geeze, Chelsea! Try to be normal at least!" I scowled at my sister, she replied with giggles. I gave her a weird look as she went back inside her room and I traveled down the stairs.
I walked towards the kitchen and got an egg, held it hovering over an empty bown and started scrambling it. Duh, that's what you do to make scrambled eggs. I started a fire on the stove, not those big massive ones. Just enough to cook scrambled eggs. I placed the pan on the stove and I threw some butter on the pan and waited for it to melt. Once it was done melting, I poured the scrambled eggs and sprinkled salt on top of it.
Then I waited for it to cook.
Yes, this was my every morning routine. Wake up, put on clothes, wash up, meet my giggling siblings, go downstairs, cook scrambled eggs then leave for school.
BORING.
Very boring. Stop living your life. Now.
I like eggs... They come from chicken arse! XD
Ohmigosh... to think I live with these voices...
need.more.sleep. zZz...
I grabbed a glass and poured some milk then I sat down at the island of my kitchen and started poking the scrambled eggs. I dare not say eggs alone because that would be gross.
I looked outside the kitchen window. It was raining cats and dogs now. I started eating my breakfast.
I should really continue watching cooking channels. The food I cook's starting to taste good.
Then the doorbell rang. Who can that possibly be?
I walked towards my door and opened it. It was Gerard.
"Can I help you?" I asked, in a quite groggy way too.
"Not a morning person, eh?" Gerard just smirked. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I asked, "Shelter. My umbrella is too small..." he replied sheepishly and ran his fingers through his greasy and wet hair.
"Ah, sure..." I replied, feeling sudden hospitality. To think I don't exactly want anything to do with this guy. Sheesh. My brain's messed up...
Gerard grinned and walked inside shuttign the door behind him. He wiped his feet on the mat and stood beside me. "You're short" he remarked, "5 inches apart, love. Plus I'm 13, I'm still going to grow." I smirked back.
Hey! I'm a fucking part of your brain! Don't you say shit about me... -_-
Yeah, we are retarded.
GOLLUM! GOLLUM!
I like weird people.
"Anyway, can I hang here till the storm dies, they cancelled classes" Gerard told me, "Where'd you hear?" I asked, "Frank, I was walking towards his place when it was drizzling then when I got there, his mom said he left then the radio that was surprisingly on said that there's going to be a killer storm and school's cancelled" Gerard explained. I nodded. "So as I was walking home, it rained harder and your house was nearest." Gerard smiled smugly.
"And you didn't take your car because?" I asked, "Repairs... Gah, my car's a piece of shit" Gerard laughed. I kicked his shin when I noticed Patrick running towards the living room. "Little 9 year olds are here so shut the fuck up" I hissed.
Gerard nodded uneasily.
"What? My siblings are in the 5th and 2nd grade" I informed him. "Oh, 3 year age gap I'm guessing" he giggled, "Yeah and your giggling scares the shit out of me..." I looked at him weirdly then we started laughing then came another doorbell.
"You can go talk to Patrick, he's a weirdo and the only other guy in this house. Introduce yourself and scare him, I don't care" I smirked, "Will do" Gerard smirked back and walked towards the living room.
Once he was out of my sight I opened the door. It was Mikey. Why is everyone coming to my fucking house?
"Hey, is Gerard there?" he asked, "Yeah, damn you're soaking wet" I made a face. It was true. His the Misfits hoodie was drenched and his pants were too.
"Forgot ze umbrella?" I smirked, "Shut up, where are my extra clothes" Mikey laughed as he used my shirt to dry his glasses.
"OFF YOU PERV!" I laughed and pointed to the living room. "You go see your darling brother while I get your clothes. Don't get anything wet either." I grinned and Mikey skipped.
Yes, SKIPPED.
He may be quiet in school but he's a retard when he comes over to my place.
Yes, but he is a cute retard! Right?
Oh well, can we fall back asleep?
You left the Way brothers with your brother, our brother, or whatever! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
Where's Frank?
"Gah, stupid voices in my head..." I mumbled as I walked back towards the living room with Mikey's clothes.
"Mikey, here are- WHAT THE?" I half yelled as I watched my brother and Gerard Way playing with lightsabers. Gerard had a red one in his hand, Patrick had a blue one and they were in an epic battle. Mikey was in the sidelines laughing, my sister was eating and watching in amusement.
I started laughing because the epic battle was tensing. I wish I had my camera...
"What the fuck are you two doing?" I gasped inbetween laughs. Mikey shushed me and pointed towards our brothers. An eight year old agaisnt a guy 10 years older than him. Classic.
I tossed Mikey his clothes and jumped on the sofa to watch. Mikey made his way to the bathroom as my sister sat beside me. "They're freaky" she laughed, "So are you anyway" I laughed.
"And he said he's going to be stuck here with Mikey till tomorrow" Chelsea laughed, "Why?" I asked, "The storm won't let up till tomorrow" she groaned.
I.Love.The.Rain.
"Thank you, Jesus!" I whispered grinning madly.
That means no theatre practice. Yes, I am in theatre practice but only because they said we'd have fun but no, it's a hell. I don't think anyone knows I go to theatre either anyway...
"Oh yeah, Frank told me to give you this" Gerard grinned and tossed me a piece of paper" I caught it. "What does it say?" I asked as I eyed the piece of crumpled black paper.
"I have no idea. I would have looked but Frank would know and if he knows that I read it, he'd cut off my balls" Gerard explained as he continued blocking Patrick's attacks. I nodded with a smirk.
I pryed open the piece of paper and it revealed a letter written in a silver marker.
Saw you staring.
Well, let's add again. haha. See you at school.
Frank
"What a crappy letter" I muttered with a scowl but to tell you the truth, I was hiding the biggest grin the world will ever imagine, and the girliest scream that will not be heard.
Something inside made my tummy hurt. Frank saw me staring. That's a good and bad thing. But who cares. At least he's getting the hints... Right?
Oh, well...
You're supposed to be happy! Wait... I'm happy, meaning you're happy... so yay! XD
You're happy? AWESOME! XD
Aw... Frank wrote a crappy letter to you! No sarcasm here! XD
Frank is so pathetically sweet XD
rest in results my loves... XD
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"What did he write?" Gerard asked, "Who wrote what?" Mikey asked as he came into focus as he entered the room, "Jessie's boyfriend!"Chelsea grinned.
Geard and I gave her a weird look. Then we started laughing.
Though I wanted it to be true, it just came funny out of the mouth of my sister then Patrick jumped on Gerard, causing Gerard to fall down with a scream. Then Patrick grinned triumphantly. Patrick stood up and placed a sock covered foot on Gerard's chest and sang: "I am the winner! HAH!"
Gerard laughed as he let go of his lightsaber and threw it aside. He raised his arms still laughing. "You win" he breathed inbetween laughs.
Yes, everyone else was laughing along.
Gerard didn't seem all that bad. Heck, he kept my brother sane for a few minutes in their own Star Wars world and that kept me entertained.
"Wikey May your shirt's on backwards" I smirked at Mikey who was about to collapse in laughter. "Oh, sorry" he blushed and started to take his shirt off but I threw a pillow at him. "Not in front of the kids" I snapped then he looked at me weirdly.
Silence from everyone. That scared me.
I couldn't control my laughter, soon everyone was laughing again. Gerard stood up as soon as Patrick collapsed on the ground. Mikey took off his shirt and inverted it with the still obvious blush on his face. I had this fetish for guys taking their shirts off but I guess I was too busy laughing to drool.
Ew. I said that about Mikey. That's Camille's job.
But that thought just sent me into another fit of tummy aching laughter. Then the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" I yelled, of course since I was the eldest person living in the house at the moment. I ran towards the door, where the phone was located at the left side on an antique table.
I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I answered.
"Jess? Hey, it's Mom
"Hey Mom! What's up?"
"Storm! Hahaha! Dad and I are stuck in the hospital till tomorrow. Apparently it's already flooded on the route towards home..."
"Really? How deep's the water?"
"A foot? Don't really know... But are any other people stranded in our house? Mikey usually comes at about this time"
"Yeah, Mikey's here and so is his brother"
"Good thing I went grocery shopping yesterday... Mikey and his brother can stay the night, just no funny buisness. Mikey and his brother will have to stay in the guest room, OR ELSE"
I laughed at this comment.
"Yes, Mom, I promise"
"Make sure that laugh means that you'll obey me, okay? Love you! So does Dad!"
"Bye mom!
We both hung up and I made my way back to the living room.
"That was Mom?" Chelsea asked, "Yeah, they're stranded in the hospital and won't be back till tomorrow. You guys can stay though" I told everyone then directed my attention the the Ways waiting for what they'd say. "Sure" Mikey shrugged, so did Gerard.
I smiled but hen something hit me.
Why do these always happen whenever I feel happy?
Anyway, I'm going to have to take care of 4 people alone. Shit.
That's it for now! Rate, Message and answer the poll because without inspiration, I will get writer's block.
