Ellie Wilson: A Narrative Fiction

As I helplessly watch my fifteen year old roommate fall to pieces in front of me, I feel everything around me slow to a crawl. Blood pounds my ear drums, I feel the color drain from my cheeks, and my feet take me forward as if they have a mind of their own. I fall to my knees and suddenly everything speeds up again – the pounding in my ear drums intensifies, my hands are trembling but I manage to grasp the side of the bed in an attempt to bring myself close to her. Her face is buried into her sheet. Muffled screaming escapes her as I whisper gentle reassurances in her ear, hoping with everything I have that she can hear me. I know she doesn’t. Even if she does, she can’t make sense of it right now. She’s stuck somewhere else, somewhere she revisits every day of her life and every time she closes her eyes to sleep.

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.

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

The sun shines through the small basement window of the house. It’s early morning beams piercing across the face of a young girl as she sleeps. It takes awhile for the brightness to penetrate her green eyes but when it does she stretches lazily under the covers closing those eyes for yet one more moment of dreams. She suddenly bolts upright as she remembers what today is.

Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.

It was a pleasant fall Tuesday when Stephanie went to work. Her day normal consisted of writing reports, and filing paperwork for her office. She turned on the television to see if there was anything alluring in the news. “NEWS FLASH: MAN CONVICTED OF MURDER HAS ESCAPED PRISON.” The warning did not phase her, considering the jail was far from her office. She concluded that she was safe. By four o’clock, it was time for her to travel home from a laborious day of work. She arranged her things into her bag, and began her trek. Walking out the door, she was met with warm rays from the sun. It was an astounding way to end a strenuous

It was a very hot day in the middle of August, one that was so oppressively humid that the air felt like a blanket, which was why Lillie Everette, momentarily confused, awoke because she remembered kicking the sheets off her bed in the middle of the night. She yawned, then got dressed excitedly. She needed get ready for the Hide and Seek game that was starting soon. She had promised her friends that she wouldn’t sleep through this one like she had for the last game. She was about to run through her front door when she hears her parents talking.

Massaging her aching temples, Penny walked to her kitchen and grabbed a piece of bread from the cupboard, then, popping the bread in her toaster, she took her phone from her bedside table and connected it to the charger hanging on the wall above her bookcase. It had been dead for almost a whole day now and she thought it might be time for her to reconnect with society. She walked to her bathroom, carelessly pulling back her long, kinky red hair, and looked in the mirror. A lack of sleep and a general feeling of depression had caused her usually bright green eyes to seem tired, and had drained almost all color from her already-white skin. She grabbed her toothpaste.

I am Zana Wilson, a soon to be resident of one of your two bedroom apartments. I originally signed for a three bedroom apartment but transferred to a two bedroom apartment because I was granted a $1000 gift card to go towards my rent. I was curious as to whether I could ask for the $1000 to be spread out evenly across the twelve months instead of it all being used at once? Please get back to me as soon as possible!

On July the 3rd, a new baby girl was born. She had bright, bold, blue eyes, with little rolls around her arms and legs, that was me! I was held warmly and cuddled in my mums soft arms. At that moment I became Ella Grace Romaniuk!

The following morning the crisp air and golden sun flowed brilliantly into her room through the open window. The posts of the window where scratched up wood with an old part of a blond colored sheet covering it. Her sleepy eyes blinked slowly as the day began. After a whole evening and morning with the thought of school, a tornado of yes, no, maybe, and back again spiraling around. This went on about the dreary feeling morning. Her usual smile upside down and the sides drooping far down. When she finally got up and out of the rickety, springy feeling frame of the puffy stuffing, cloud like bed. Hesitantly climbing down the ladder

It was dark in her nightmare. And it was cold. Her entire body was numb and her breathing was slow. As she breathed, she could see the white frost escape her lips and disperse into the blank nothing. The wind slashed at her face, clawed at her arms. A faint growling sound emerged in the distance. She attempted to stand, pushing up on her hands. A jolting pain made its way up her body, causing her to howl and fall back towards the ground, slamming her chin onto the rough surface. She had no escape, forcing her to wait for the creature to find her.

“I’ll keep Freddie busy,” I said to Jenna who looked up from her hands and gave me a “huh” look. “When Antonio brings you the crates, I’ll keep Freddie busy so he won’t come find you or something.”

It was July, the sun wouldn't rise until much later, and in this sleepy town everything outside was so dark. The only thing she could see through the window she was sitting next to was her dishevelled form, clutching at a mug of two dollar coffee, the only change she had stored in her pockets. It somehow made the situation worse. Looking at the too bright floor reflected off of her glasses and burned her eyes, looking at the window reminded her of what a horrible person she was and what had brought her here. She settled for the half empty cup warming her hands.

When the first rays of dawn streaked through her window, Anna woke in a cold swat. Her heart pounded within her chest like she had just stirred from a nightmare. She gasped for breath and gawked out the window. Within moments, her fears faded and any memories she had of her dreams passed.