A Short Story : A Story?

“There’s nothing wrong with you” she touched Luci’s forehead, “you’re fine, now hurry up you don’t want to be late on your first day.”

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

“Okay, okay! I feel like crap. I usually take a nap and have a day in bed after skating.”

She replied back immediately. “Not tonight. I want to sleep early for school tomorrow so I’m not late.”

I held open the door for the boy and he mumbled something inaudible as he shuffled past me. “It’s just sitting on that first pew over there,” I told the boy as I slowly began to pull the athame from having had it tucked away in my waistband. “Ah, man!” the boy exclaimed. “What the hell is that… did something die in here?”

I heard sounds from the king sized bed in the middle of the room. She's up.

It was raining. It was gloomy. It was dark. Everything that Yoongi adored about the rain. The sound of his teacher's voice made him turn his head from the cold foggy window.

A few days had passed and things seemed to have quieted down for me. Not too much was happening on the school front which was surprising because I had figured Keri Mahan and her cohorts would’ve done something completely horrible to me by now other than just defacing my locker. But it appeared as if they were biding their time.

In an alleyway riddled with trash laid a man barely conscious of the world. Beneath his back, seeping all around him was his life. Reaching his bloody fingers up to trace the edges of a nonexistent face. " Serenity," he rasped. "Serenity," he rasped again.

Jinyoung sat with his legs beneath himself in front of his small table not tall enough to reach his knees. He was tired from working all day at his numerous low paying jobs. Even the bright lights of Seoul were still too dim to light up his cluttered yet empty kitchen. He slumped back down, now imperfect posture, as he stared at the pile of bills in his hand. Tears threatened to leak from his eyes until he heard his daughter Rosé enter the room, quickly he hid the papers and presented a smile on his face.

Snow was a blanket upon Atlas’ austere domain, almost blindingly glistening against the waning sun. The chilling breeze bit at cheeks and battered noses until they were tinged pink. Children wandered the streets with deftly-crafted snowballs and prepared for a winter’s war while adults huddled cozily inside by the crackling fire. The bitter, arctic season was upon them.

“Whoo hoo” said Klaus, as the cold breeze hit his soft face. Stefan, klaus and Damon were driving the new yellow convertible car on one lane road surrounded by green rolling hills. Steve was driving the car while Klaus cheering him for going over the speed limit since they were the only one in the road. Stefan and Klaus were reckless while Damon was more mature and just wanted to have fun without causing any trouble. Damon was not interested about having this trip since he knew it wasn’t a good day but it was hard to believe when the sun was shining so bright.

Red clumps of blood filled his hair, escaping from his cracked skull. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I stood there not even thinking of solutions but rather what I’ve done. I could hardly hear my mom screaming through my unconscious mind.

“Girl, neither did I.” Crystal replied. I felt sorry for Crystal, such a pretty girl, smart, sexy but boy crazy. Crystal will give a man too much of her too fast. When I glanced at her, her hands were covered her face and I could tell she was crying. I could tell she wanted to finish telling me what happened but she couldn’t say the words. As I looked at her there were red lines on her hands, cheek and neck and she had several broken fingernails which silently led me to believe she was in a fight. We both were at a loss for words so she simply cried like a baby, she cried like Cameron did when he was learning how to walk and fell and hit his mouth on the edge of the table and cut his gum. I could not believe something like this could happen to a girl so nice. Crystal was not perfect, but she would give her last to someone she cared about if they were in need. I helped crystal to the bathroom and cleaned her scratches, which by the sound of her scream she didn’t realize was so bad. I told her she could sleep in the guest room and suggested she sleep in tomorrow since it was Saturday. Once Crystal was calm I silently prayed for her, I checked on Cameron and went to bed. I called Justin cell phone with no answer, where the hell was he. I didn’t even realize he was not home.