The Night - Original Writing

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

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.

Now, sitting up straight in bed, she clutched her chest and gasped for air. Moving to one side of the bed, she placed her feet squarely down upon the shaggy throw rug that held her slippers. Although she had shaken off the murky nightmare, for her, the experience was disturbing and all-too real; however, the harrowing event wasn't the first occurrence of its kind.

Riah hesitantly entered her house hold as the cold fall air trailed in from outside. The house was completely empty with the exception of a small dog that refused to stop barking. Following the same dull routine, in the same dull house. An overpowering smell of rice filled the room, much to her dismay. Riah pulled out folders, notebooks, and a pen; steadily drowning herself in the incomplete work from the day.No matter how many lights were on, or how loud she played the music, her home still seemed to hold an eerie silence.

It had lost its feeling of being homely after the wallpaper faded to a grotesque green that covered all four faces of the room. The lights were dimly light to conserve money as they didn't get as many visitors and business wasn't booming like before. I lied on the awfully uncomfortable bed and endured my agony of the problems I was facing. After tossing and turning trying to sleep, I gave up and crept to Gavin’s room. His annoying yet distinctive snoring reminded me of all the good times we had as children before he changed into a selfish and manipulative human being. Walking back and forth in the compact room I finally set my mind to make a run for it and hoped for the

Throwing my exhausted self onto a couch in the living room, I gave a heavy sigh. The vintage mildew-scented sofa seemed to absorb me into itself, pulling me in with its soft, warm cloth. I didn't want to move for a million years, no matter what the matter seemed to be.

The walls were bare, the bed was a mattress on the floor and dresser consisted of an old book case, but this was Bella’s safe place. Nothing could touch her in here. She slipped under her old, worn blanket and closed her eyes. The tension left her body as she sunk into the world of her

Bland curtains blocked all but a thin stream of light that peered into the dull room. The air was heavy with the scent of oppression masked only by the overpowering smell of chlorine and bleach burning her nostrils. A fire burned between her legs as she lay paralysed on her back; the agony swallowed her whole. The iron bed frame seemed to loom over her, its cold hard bars pressed against her scalp. Barely audible, Daisy could hear small regular breaths escaping from a small cradle beside her. The stabbing sensation that ran through her frame seemed to disappear as she thought about its tiny occupat. Daisy felt her stomach tighten as she looked at the two large double doors guarding the entrance to the room, the frame groaning under their combined weight. A sliver of light crept from under the doors illuminating the ceiling with a blurry yellow haze. Daisy could see dark shadows moving slowly behind the doors, and she gradually became aware of the muffled sound of grim voices beyond

Now she has a new room. This new room, which I have never seen, is not in my house, but I can clearly picture it. The lonely room is accompanied by a single window, a bed, and a dresser. The window does not fill the room with the natural light from outside, but fills the room with overwhelming darkness, a reminder of the outside world. Cream-colored sheets cover the bed, and suffocate the slender mattress. The bed frame is made of frail metal poles that do not seem capable of holding up a sleeping person. The metal poles of the frame are a dull silver. The poles used to be shinier, but were dulled by the chill and darkness of the room. The dresser is small with not much in it. The walls are painted white, but the paint is chipping off, which only reveals the white wall beneath it. The floor boards, a jaded-colored brown, are especially worn-out at the door from the many people that have traveled over them before. But, these floorboards do not creak like the ones at home, they are sturdier, much sturdier. There is no groaning radiator, the only groan in the room is the hopeless one let out by the springs of the thin mattress when pressure is placed on it. At home, the sturdy, wooden frame of Julia’s bed is stronger than the frail, dull metal poles, and the only chipping of paint on the walls is the chips of the neutral gray paint where posters and pictures once hung on her wall,

Dark room only thing I could see was the moon light coming through the window. The room smelled like must. Unknow if Christina was in to room. Beforehand, dreams of sweet meadows and flowers, riding on a bike with family. Pain struck as if I had fallen on a bicycle seat the pain continued as if I fell harder than I expected.

She arrives on the 5th floor and steps out into the clean hallway. The smell of the hallway has a familiar heart retching smell, like the smell of the hotel she stayed in when Grandpa's funeral came about, the smell rips aways those memories and puts her heart in two as she slowly drags her feet down the long bare hallway. She sobs quietly as she arrives at the clean white door of her apartment. She stands there for what seems like an eternity constantly replaying the summer times over and over. The times where her life was fruitful and

Slumping down on the bed, Madeline closed her eyes. If she was honest with herself, she felt afraid of getting too close to anyone. The memory of the raw aloneness she had felt after her parents had died made her heart ache like it was a fresh loss. She knew it wasn’t their fault that they couldn’t be there for her anymore, but sometimes she still felt like she had been abandoned—left alone in a harsh world.

gate here to secure the area that the tents are going to be set up in. Please don’t approach them and keep your distance.”

Staring out the open window, Megan let the quiet breeze blow in and flow through her long, brown hair. This is where she would take in her last moments of silence. She watched as the branches swayed in the wind, their leaves just starting to turn red and fall to the ground. She thought about jumping, escaping reality, but instead turned and stepped away, dragging the fabric of her puffed up, white dress with her. Memories of her mother started to flood in her mind, drowning her with unpleasant reflections. She wondered if she would be able to make it through the rest of the day.

It was nearing midnight by now. The light snowfall made the night even darker, and the windshield wipers were the only thing making a sound, besides the slight rumble of the engine. Pulling into a driveway, an upper class man named Zachariah started the winding stretch that was his driveway to his mansion of a house. Trees lined the little dirt path up until the final stretch of the driveway, where it opened up into a large green field adorned with a Victorian Mansion located at the top of a small hill. Many nights Zachariah would sit atop the third floor balcony, gazing over his small fields and staring into the night sky.