Gabrielle: A Fictional Narrative

The children yelled "We've had an ACCIDENT!" and the reader is not sure what will happen next. Shortly after the accident, when the "big black battered hearse-like automobile" pulls up to assist the family and the grandmother recognizes one of the occupants as the Misfit, the tone

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

It was a dark night the rain pounded fiercely on the roof, the moon was abnormally large as the sad gloomy clouds drifted in the bitter air. He hid in the shadows of the trees, unmoving, unnoticed his black pierce eyes watch you like a wolf might observe its prey he watched her carefully each step she took as she inhaled and exhaled the cold air she felt uneasy, alert every instinct in her body warned her of danger, more and more until she felt the presence of someone’s cold gaze behind her as you can feel him haunt the air around her, as the stalker, silent as the night, grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.

Damian had walked over and pick me up putting me over his shoulder, I was recoiling, but I hadn't the power to yell, I still felt a little faintness. “Do I have to carry you too?" Damian said with an eyebrow up, like he knew what his answer was already. My brother shake his head no and said “I’ll go, you don't have to worry." Out the door we all went, we went through the lobby and downstairs. Everything was silent and clean, different from the room we were just in. The chill air had gone away by now, but I tell you what, it felt even more dangerous than it did before. It was a calm night like it was intended for just Lucas and me. We went pass the entrance door and out to the field of grass, by this period I had stop recoiling. There was a nice breeze in the air, the moon shining down on us like giving us a path to walk.

The hum of the air conditioner was drowned out by the radio, blasting the music just a touch too loud. The singing accompanying the radio was slightly sharp, her brother’s voice straining itself to be heard over the music. She rested her head on the window, eyes following the pavement markings as they raced by. The same trees had lined the highway on either side for the past two hours, and if it weren’t for the sign they drove past welcoming them to North Carolina, there would have been no indication they’d moved at all. The music quieted, and an instruction was given robotically from her father’s phone.

Margot, I apologize for locking you in the closet. I was so mad at you for saying that I was wrong on how I described how I saw the Sun and that the way you remembered seeing the Sun was correct. I didn’t understand why you acted the way you did over the Sun. I am sorry that you didn’t get to see the Sun. It truly was a beautiful site to see. It was as you described. “It’s like a penny," "It’s like a fire,". I thought I remembered what the Sun looked like. I was wrong. When the sun came out I saw the Sun and what it really looked like. Margot, you were right about the Sun and I am sorry for how I treated

The tirade ended just as soon as it had began, as the girl’s eyes widened, and realization dawned across her face. The house continued to rattle and shake, and Gary knew that something was wrong. “I’m sorry,” she repeated over and over, voice raising in octave with each utterance. “Ever since He came I get mad so easy and I don’t know why.” Something slammed into the door from outside. The girl went silent, and Gary watched as a look of fear etched across her features. She was quiet now, almost inaudible. “He’s here.”

After the sudden explosion of sound, her voice pierced the silence that had quickly overtaken the car. “What the hell was that!” I hung up the phone. I sighed, and rested my head on the steering wheel and swore. Then I zipped up my jacket and hopped out of the car to see what I had done. From the sound alone I knew that it was bad.

My eyes opened meeting the cold front. Breathing erratic, I slid off the bed, hands grappling for the keys. Legs tapping, minutes were hours before the knock. She’s here. Thundering footsteps ahead, I didn’t bother to mask the creaking door. There under the beam of static crimson lights was Cecil, her hair matted wet, lips pale and shivering. She hugged her chest, her breathing far faster than mine. “I got the car! Just like you wanted,” she breathes out. She takes a moment to catch her running breath. “I got… I got the car.”

The boys took a sharp right turn down a small, dark boulevard, blasting the music feeling young and reckless. They were cracking jokes and then all of a sudden, “Boom”. Luca felt light-headed and slowly gazed up to see Isaiah with a pale face just staring in shock. He let out a shriek of fear and panicked. Luca recovering from the crash slowly looked up and saw a face from an elderly woman staring lifelessly through the windscreen. The blood spattered all over the windscreen and Luca screamed. The boys freaked out and started accusing each other of what had just happened.

Shaking and aching I slowly crawl out of the wind screen, and lay on the ground. Sitting down, I could see the full extend on the car crash. The car twisted around the big old, rugged tree. Glass scattered everywhere. A trail of blood leading to me.

Now it was getting late and Monyca was finishing up her homework. The breeze from outside filled her room. As she went to the window to close it she saw something move. She jumped away from the window, she was frightened, her heart raced, not sure of what it was, she mustard courage and went closer in to the window. She stared hard looking for something in the darkness. That’s when she saw it, something had moved. As she squinted her eyes to zero in on it, the doorbell rang. Her heart stopped, it took her a few seconds to remind herself that there was probably nothing out there.

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

Cutting through the empty, snow covered streets resembling a shark’s fin through water; reflections from street lights and the slick, wet road bounced off the midnight black car. Dark tinted windows hid the identity of the occupant to passersby, blending with the exterior to provide a picture of a sleek dark bullet speeding by. Dahlia longed to open the car up to hear the engine roar and echo off the building fronts, but reined in the temptation. Listening to the dirty, deep sound of her finely tuned engine always gave her a powerful feeling of satisfaction. Sadly with the snow storm that had blew in, best to keep it at a low purr, disappointedly musing to herself.