His Woods

Alright, this is my first story. Just wanted to try something out so....enjoy! Why not leave a comment or vote if you like it and want more.

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A hazily cloud creeped into our neighborhood, leaving everything unfamiliar. Cars that stood still soon began to disintegrate into the whitish gray nothingness of the fog.I continued to stare out my window, that was ever so slowly beginning to be covered with little tiny water droplets. My fist was plowing the skin on my cheek up to my blue orb and dragging the corner of my mouth up into a unpleasant start of a smile. My eyes just starred off into the world looking at....nothing. A sort of brown thread started to appear in front of me drifting in front of my eyes. I flashed my head to the right making the thread of hair go back to its rightful place. "Ethan? Can you come here please." It was mother. But where could she be? The kitchen? Or perhaps in her room? Where did her warm tone come from? "Ethan,dear, can you come see me." Oh she was in the living room. I got up from my chair and stretched my muscles out. Raising my arms up over my head than pushing them out as far as I could while lifting my tight t-shirt along, revealing part of my plaid boxers. I dropped my arms lazily down to my sides letting out a sigh before I went for the door.

I gripped the handle and cocked it to the left. I soon found myself in the hallway. I turned my head to the right, fingers combing through my hair. I zoomed in on the huge window that was at the end. Still a little dense to see through but manageable. It was our back yard. Yards upon yards of woods. I shuffled my fingers out of my hair and made my way to the window. I raised my hand and placed it on the glass, extending my fingers at the touch. Woods. I didn't like them as much but I could bare with it. I looked down at the part of our yard that was not infested with huge thick trees. "Eh??" Escaped from my lips. I squinted my eyes to see if I can get a better look, but to no avail, I could barely see. Is that a person in a tux? "ETHAN!!" Huh. I turned away for a moment. Oh right mother. I was able to yell "coming." I turned back ready to try harder to see but as always.....nothing.

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Ok this is gonna be a bit gruesome soooo...I hope you enjoy and leave a comment or vote or whatever

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I banked a right and stood in front of the entrance to our living room. I saw mother folding clothes.

"Ugh, there you are sweetie. What were you doing?" She tilted her head a little.

"Oh...n-nothing"I managed to say. She repositioned her self back to folding the rest of the wrinkly layers of warm clothing, freshly baked from the dryer. I leaned up against the wall having my shoulder slam first than the rest of me just fall into place.

"So what did you want?" She looked over at me.

"Oh well I'm going out with the girls for awhile and I won't be back till later so if anything happens you call the cell." Of course. I looked down at the molted flooring, hair falling to my corner view.

"Yeah....sure." I replied as if being in a trans. I could hear the ruffling of clothes die off. I didn't look up I continued to stare at the floor. But when I saw her feet appear in front of mine I froze. I could feel a warm weight on my free shoulder.

"Hey. Are you alright?" Why is she caring for me now? Is there someone who paid her to do this? I scurried out of her reach.

"I'm fine." I did not care if that answer came out a little rude but I was not in the mode for her. I turned and started to my room.

I booked it into my room and slammed the door shut. I hugged the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted up. I threw my shirt across the room and crashed on my bed. My parents. They act natural around other people but at home.....they are monsters. Sure I could take screaming and small smacks from mother but father is a different story. He gets upset at small things and takes it out on me. That's why they had me, to beat around with. I'm there movable punching bag and that's how it stayed. I know they hate me, that's why they fight. He is such a loser, he is nothing to us, he should just die. Yup that's basically what they say. However if they fight each other they feel bad for one another but not for me. That's why she acted nice they fought last night. I just threw the covers over me and tried to cut it out. And eventually, it was silent.