A Short Story : A Story?

I awoke to unfamiliar surroundings and immense pain that felt as though my skull was being crushed. The further into consciousness I came, the sharper the pain struck. Clawing my long nails through my hair and applying pressure to my head seemed like the only way to reduce the harsh pain. Loud groans escaped my lips as the torturous pain trailed its way through every inch of my body and slowly disappeared into something close to inconsequential.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

At six a.m. I tumbled out of bed at the sudden sound of my alarm clock. I’m never ready for it when it happens. I rolled off the bed, hitting the floor and as I steadily got up to

I’m surprised and confused, I want to make things right with her desperately, but I’m not sure what I did wrong in the first place. The bell rings and she leaves the room faster than anyone else, leaving me behind to wonder what it is that I’ve done to make her this

Get out now. Dial her number. Listen while it rings. Hear her voice. Say …

I lay down on my bed and look at the ceiling. I close my eyes, and just breathe in and out. I'm slowly feeling myself drift off to sleep, when there is a knock at my door. I opened my eyes slowly, and got up off of my bed with a groan.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when I couldn’t sleep, I would get out of bed and wander around the house. On those nights I was more dead than ever—not even half-awake, half-conscious. Sometimes I would wander outside, and look at the

I stumble to the side, my back against the wall with nowhere to go. We’re in a giant round room with high ceilings. I don’t even see a door. There’s nowhere for me to go.

The sound of rustling and crunching leaves started to pull me out of my trance-like sleep due to my ever growing curiosity. I started to open my eyelids and light started to glare right into my eyes. It was so blinding that I had to shut them once more until I was in a position where I would not be staring right into the rays. I started to try to force myself to get up, only to find that my body was unresponsive, and would ache if I tried to force movement. Knowing all in well that my body would not respond to my dire focus, I decided to go for a second session of sleeping.

Eventually she looked up from the phone and asked us why we were there, so we told her the whole

I walk to my bed and flop onto the sheets. My hair in my eyes, and Mt face in the cold pillow. Wow hard to breathe. I lift my head off the pillow, and turn it to look at the clock.

Sweat drips down my face as I pull the wire cutter closer and closer to the red wire and then BOOM. I fell of my bad to the dirty but soft rug scrambling to my feet I hear the buzzing of my alarm clock. I swear to myself as I hurry and put on my clothes, I scramble out my door to run to the bus. Feeling the cold asphalt beneath my feet i jump on the bus just in time, when i realize my shoes weren't on. Hear the laughter of everyone and I try to hide them but as I'm walking down the row the driver steps on the pedal so hard it flew me to the cold steel back seat I got knocked out. I wake up in the nurse's office I hear the tender voice saying “are you ok?” I get up to my feet and tell her I'm fine and I run to my class. Going from the office

Soon, the car doors both open and air as cold as the lights lining the

The sound of my alarm clock screaming woke me up, much to my demise. I released a groan and rolled over in my bed, laying on my back and staring up at the plain white ceiling. I blinked a couple of times as clearing some of the sleep in my eyes and trying to grab some energy to move.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blazing in my ears. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of waking up. My arm stretched out from the sea of blankets and slammed down on the snooze button, silencing the obnoxious noise. In the sleepy silence of the room, I stretched my toes to the end of my bed and my arms reached for the head board. A yawn escaped my lips, as my muscles relaxed, ready to fall back asleep.