Monday, October 17, 2016

[Forget Already] Blood (Prologue) {Main Fiction}

Hi! I thought that it was about time that I finally started on the main fiction. Granted though the side stories are not finished, and I apologize. It's just better for me to work off steam in spurts, rather than exhausting myself early on. It's how I work generally, and I hope no one gets annoyed too much about that. ;.;

I hope you all like it. I'll try to get another one out. I would like to resume my schedule of updating on Tuesday, but that's all depending on motivation/health.

Thanks!


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A stray sunshine peaks through the curtain closed for more than privacy. Isolation keep the doors locked and the curtains closed. A low rumble outside shook the meager apartment to its core. Not like it was a good day for going outside. Soon that one piece of sunlight would be drown by the late summer storm. All the better for the young woman slouched on the old gray sofa. The television was on to some boring show about some boring romance. The signal flittered in and out as the wind picked up outside and the rain began to fall. It did not seem to bother the young woman. In fact, with the flickering of the colors on the screen she seemed to become more interested with what was happening. Ignoring the little whispers in her mind to turn the thing off, she continued to watch the poor quality picture. Far more interesting than what she had been watching earlier, and when the picture finally failed, the sound along with it, colored bars and static sounds started. Relaxing slightly to the sight, its calming white noise bringing whispers of sleep, something she hadn't been able to partake in for a long time. The young woman named Diedre rolled her eyes closed, and drifted into a grateful slumber in the late morning hours.

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Water. Drips from the ceiling. Where does it come from? Was there a leak? A curious hand reached to touch something, anything. There is nothing to grasp. It is too dark to see much. A light. Where was it? It should be here, somewhere. A tentative foot walks towards the curtain, where it should be in this small memorized space. Clumsy feet brush harshly on a coffee table. Pain spread from there and reflexive curses spout. Hands brush the tabletop. A familiar piece, a cell phone, comes into the hands gripped quickly. A light; it bounces off the walls and furniture. The light switch is just beyond the length of the arms, just out of reach. It's on now; the entire room is ablaze with light. For one living in such darkness for so long, it hurts, but it becomes bearable quickly enough.

Diedre looks around for the source of the drips. If the place flooded, there would be a problem; someone would have to fix it, and that might be intrusive. It was so loud before, but it's not now. Maybe it stopped? Not a problem now, right? Every room is looked into for the source; the living room, bed room, bathroom, and finally the kitchen.

There wasn't water, only blood. It pooled in front of the sink. Horror crept into Diedre's throat prompting a squeal.

Where did you go sister? Mother?

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Diedre awoke drenched. She panted until her heart finished pounding. It was not scary, but why did it make her feel so drained, so fearful? The television was still on, comfortably chugging out a cheesy romantic comedy. Feeling weak, Diedre grabbed the remote and turned the thing off. Grabbing her cell phone she checked the time; the little picture of birds greeted her and read 5:00pm. She had slept a solid eight hours. Impressed and a bit shocked, she took the phone to the kitchen. There was no blood here; though she imagined it for a second before entering, it was not there. Reality was so much better for it.  She grabbed some bread from the counter and contemplated making something, a sandwich, but instead just ate it plain. How hungry was she? Very. She almost devoured the entire rest of the loaf, a whole eight slices, in her hunger. In her mindless boredom.

Finally relaxed, and not at all fazed she wasted a Saturday, Diedre, grabbed the newspaper she bought a week ago. It bored her, but it was better than being alone in your thoughts. She couldn't sleep, being fully awake and full; what could she do? She sat there, reading old news, and wondered what she would order out for dinner.
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That was a bit short wasn't it? Sorry! I have to get better at writing longer pieces (I know).
Again, thanks for reading!

 

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