Ashton And Bra - Original Writing

As my fifteen-year-old roommate falls to pieces, panic rises in my chest like a leaping flame. She lets out muffled screams and chilling sobs as she buries her face against the pillow. I kneel beside her and whisper reassurances. “You’ll be okay.” “No one will hurt you.” I pray she hears me but I know she doesn’t. She is trapped somewhere else - somewhere she revisits every day, like a bad song stuck in her head for life.

It was winter when there was no work and classes were suspended due to the heavy snow Mia which was played by Chloe Moretz and her parents decided that they will visit their Grandparents. Everything was set and fine and their family was on their way to their Grandparent’s house, not until their car slid because of the snow and collided into a truck. Mia woke up on the ground and saw their wrecked car. Mia looked for parents and saw her dad dead and her dad’s brain was scattered on the roadway, she looked for her mom and saw her mom still in one piece but lifeless. Mia looked for teddy his younger brother and saw a hand and she walked near to it, when she saw the body, Mia was stunned

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

A scream bubbled up inside her as strong hand grasped her mouth, muffling any chance for help. His hot breath tickled her cheek as they disappeared into the woods just outside of town. Her eyes scanned in every direction, trying to find an escape, but his large body was all around her, enveloping her like the fog that was rolling in in an ungodly manner. It blanketed the forest like a mother tucking her children in at night. The little life that Evangeline lived flashed before her eyes, most of it spent with Lila. Without much hope of survival left, she thought of the only thing she could do. A swift kick to the shin sent him hobbling in the opposite direction after dropping Evangeline to the ground. She sat in a heap covered in mud and wet leaves, staring up at her attacker who was hopping on one leg favoring his injured

No sounds come from inside the home. Just the twinkling of the stars overhead, and my breaking into someone’s home. Perfect. Nothing unusual here. It’s eight p.m. on a Friday night, and the entire house is pitch black. Hopefully, that means the bastard isn’t home. Nobody goes to bed at eight, right? He has to be out, probably cracking up over the girl dumb enough to lose her family’s heirloom. I heave the window the rest of the way up cringing at its squeal. I go completely still, gulping down breaths to stay quiet. My heart nearly

Allie woke up and came to consciousness, elated to realize it was simply a nightmare. Her room was pitch black as she gazed around the walls of her room. Rain pounded against her window and thunder was booming off in the distance. A sharp crack of lighting lit her room. With the flash of light, Allie saw her mother covered in blood laid back in a chair across the room. She leaped out of bed to find help, only to see her blood stained father’s grinning face blocking the

It was a beautiful, full moon. The sort of moon that shines down rays of light illuminating the darkened streets. Not a breath of wind stirred in the darkness. The night was warm but the girl felt chilled to the bone. She hurried along; bare feet padding silently through the dark alleyways, hoping her parents wouldn’t catch her out this late. She knew she shouldn’t stay at Max’s house too late but he somehow always talked her into it. She speed walked through the narrow streets, feeling like the old Victorian houses were looking down at her with accusing glares. Yes she thought I am almost there! As she rounded the last corner and saw her house, standing silently along with the others. No lights were on and she couldn’t see ay movement

Waking up in a dark cell, where it is nothing, but cold and wet. Anele was her name, and she wasn’t cut out for this. Her parents feared for her safety and couldn’t bare seeing her go. “She’s just a infant, can’t you see? No harm will never cross this family's souls!” her parents exclaimed. Anele remembers everything that went on that night. The government just couldn’t leave an innocent child with it’s family for the first days of it’s birth. A bright light lit up the cell and out came two officers. The gate opened and stinging overcame her. As she blacked out, the two officers carried her down the hall and out of the door. Memories ran through her head as she thought of her Mother and Father. She couldn’t remember much but she missed them

As muscles tightened and head throbbed, all that was on my mind was the fear I would never be able to get up again. Very thankful for the time with friends, it never crossed my mind something like this could happen. My heart was racing like it wasn’t going to stop, and then it hit me like a brick wall. There I was lying on the hard earth staring at the blurred trees stuttering around me like a slow motion video. Driving up to trollhaugen on this frostbitten arctic February day felt like a century as all the kids had been looking forward to this day forever. Laughing and playing games was our way to pass time as well as occasionally glancing out into the bleak fields of grass. Pulling into Trollhaugen’s parking lot lit up our faces like children

It felt as her life had been turned upside-down, Evelyn Harper was a mess. It all began two weeks ago; one night had wrecked everything she had worked for. It was a night she would never forget. The twenty-eight-year-old would wake up several times during the night screaming, sweating, and gasping for breath. It plagued her mind during the day and her dreams in the night. It felt as if there was no escape, there was no way to ease her mind. The only thing that brought her any kind of relief was knowing she’d given physical evidence after the attack. There was no way these men could walk away from what they’d done to her; they would pay for what they did.

She heads towards the room where she sleeps but before she steps into the living room, Imogen hears the La-Z-Boy creak. She stops suddenly, “Momma, is that you?” But there is no reply. Maybe she is sleeping, but she never sleeps during the day. And she had to have heard me slam the front door when I ran in. Imogen calls out again, “Momma are you here?” But again no reply. Slowly, Imogen turns the corner and she freezes. Her eyes latch onto a figure sitting in her mother’s La-Z-Boy. She wants to back up, but those eyes reach into her mind causing her to stand still. Those eyes looking so familiar.

Ash shuddered. It was cold in the cave. She rolled over, pondering whether she was awake – it was so hard to tell, lately. She’s been feeling as if her life was being controlled for her. As if, she was in third person and this was nothing but a simple story. A chill ran up where her skin touched the wet ground. That’s what it was all around her. Her movements spread out her hoard over the cave floor like gravel. She would be able to stand soon… But not yet.

Erica slowly, quietly, carefully, and without being seen turned to see who was driving the vehicle. The person was wearing a black ski mask so she couldn’t tell who it was. She ducked back down and started to plan what her next moves to escape would be. She sat there for what seemed like hours, but she had no way of knowing because she no phone or watch on her. After a while Erica started to see the sun come up and she still had no idea what to do. It seemed like another hour had gone by then the van stopped and so did

Then she wished she hadn’t. The woman looked like she hadn’t slept in a week with dark bangs underneath her green eyes, the same kind eyes that held pity in them. Lyla felt anger rush through her. She didn’t want any pity. Nobody ever seemed to want to look after her so Lyla always had to be the one to look after herself. And that was just fine with Lyla. But still something inside of Lyla longed to be held, to be comforted and assured that everything would be fine after she had a nightmare, and this woman had, when they first found her and took her to the Police Station. The woman had hugged her, despite Lyla being dirty, filthy and soaked to the bone wet and told her everything would be fine, that she would be safe now, and that nobody would hurt her. Lyla hadn’t even realised that she had been crying when the woman pressed a tissue to her face and carefully wiped away her

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.