A Short Story : A Story?

"Mom!!!!!" Paola screamed. My mom started to get up to see what my sister might need , but I sat her back down and when to deal with it

The young woman opened up her door and immediately felt that sense of uneasiness again even though her home was full of light. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured that her boyfriend, James, was just taking his usual night shower. She went into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water. As she drank the cool liquid she felt an immense feeling of relief. She advanced toward the bathroom. She walked down the hallway heading towards the closed bathroom door. Alecia felt a sense of panic and anxiety when she felt her foot become slightly submerged in a liquid on the floor.

“Okay sweetie, get some rest, and we will get there soon, just wanted to check on you.” said my Mom.

As we focused on finishing up our English tests, Sarah suddenly had a seizure and would have fallen to the floor if I had not caught her. “Help! Someone please get the nurse!” I shouted while holding Sarah’s body and head. “Sarah, Are you ok? Please wake up. Help is on the way.” I urged. However, Sarah did not respond and was unconscious. I could see the fear and anxiety in her eyes, and involuntarily opened mouth. She continued shivering, her whole body turning cold. I rapidly wrapped my arms around her shoulders to keep her warm. It was my junior year of high school and the first time that I had close contact with a “patient.” Nervous and worried, I did my best to comfort her.

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

Lin morphs into the Feline -- a cat/human hybrid. Sleek, yet prowling. Elegant, yet deadly. She jumps out the window and takes off into the city.

Sleep was terrifying. Ever since Allie and her mother, Eva, had ran off from her murderous father, Allie had been avoiding falling into the darkness called sleep. Her father was a madman, he convinced Allie from a young age that everything he was doing was for her. Every week, Allie saw another man go into their basement, and never come out. What her father did to these men was left to question.

"What's happening?" she asked, but this time her words were heavy, and became intense. I stood up for a moment, meeting her eyes with mine. I let out a sigh as I glided down the wall and sat down. "Nothing," I whispered. "Go back to sleep while you can." I could see her tremble as she pulled the rotten cloth over her head and turn to her side, ignoring the stench and forcing herself to fall asleep.

Rae took a deep breath and fell back onto the bed. After everything from last night then waking in hysterics it was too much. She lay there taking deep breaths trying to calm down. Rae felt someone lay down next to her and when she opened her eyes she saw her mother. “Rae, use the breathing technique I taught you.”

migraines, she feared getting up abruptly would trigger the habitual nausea, so she took a deep breath and relaxed her tense muscles, opening her senses to her surroundings. A refreshing whiff of salty air filled the room and the distant rumbling sound of crashing waves against rocks soothed her. Those were familiar to her, after living by the ocean for the last four years. Her lips curved up as she smoothed the soft bed linen under her palms. As she stretched on the mattress that hugged her body, she reached up and tucked her hands under the pillow. Extra soft, probably stuffed with goose feathers.

“Good night mom,” I called as I closed the door to my room , flicked off the lights, and headed towards my bed. I glanced over at the tiny white screen of my alarm clock. It read 10:45 p.m. I laid down, closed my eyes, and let my mind wander until a dark veil draped over my eyes and I entered the world of sleep.

Clare quickly chases after the cat until she sees the front door open by itself. Clare is too blinded what just happened. It seems surreal, more goosebumps form on her skin. S-should I r-r-really follow Dorris? The cat seemed to be going farther down and Clare made the decision that, yes, she should. Dorris was her only safety at the moment and she would not let it get away. Taking a deep breath, she chases the white cat down the road.

“Mom has to stay at the hospital for now, so I’m going to sleep there, and bring her some of her clothes. Grandma will be here soon to watch you guys,” he said.

"What do we do?" I asked and then remembered what the old man said earlier, "There's nothing here for your friend. I gulped and said to Joseph, "You know Pan's secret. There's no life for you here now. Maybe we could fit you in the boat, and I could somehow ration out the pixie dust and we could go to London together, and start ov-"

Remembering what occurred last time mother awakened me, being splashed by a bucket full of ice cold water was a way I didn’t want to start the day off. I quickly sprang out of bed before Helena could get her. Suddenly Helena closed the door as a scream escaped her lips. Perplexed, I quickly remembered that last night was rather hot and I decided to sleep more… naturally. I quickly laughed it off, slightly more embarrassed now, and walked over to dress myself for the day. As I opened the top drawer to