Your Tears Don't Fall,They Crash Around Me

Your Tears Don't Fall-They Crash Around Me- Chapter 1

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This is the first story i've ever posted on wattpad, and i've only ever showed this to one other person, so i  hope you guys like it as much as they did:).  I've got this whole story pretty much figured out, like all the way to book 2 figured out, so read and comment, tell me if i should continue. i'll stop rambling like a dork now. hope you like it :]]

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                                                         Chapter 1

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               Sixteen. That’s the number of stick-on glow stars on the ceiling above my bed. I stared up at them, counting them repeatedly, trying to use math as a method of putting myself to sleep. But I knew the effort was futile. I’m an insomniac, so I quite often find myself in this predicament. Especially on nights like this, when the full moon is hanging high overhead like a midnight sun, casting a bright silver light through my bedroom window and lighting up the neighborhood as well as if it were midday.

                I glanced at the clock and let out a smothered growl, it read 1:35 a.m. And on a Sunday night none the less, although by now I should probably be referring to it as Monday morning. I threw off my covers and sat up straight in bed, completely abandoning any effort of trying to get to sleep.

               I swung my legs over the side of the bed and set them down on the frigid hardwood floors. I could feel the cold of it even through my knee socks, and watched as goose bumps sprung up all over my arms and legs. Without the blankets covering me I was freezing in nothing but my pajama shorts and a flimsy tank top.

                I reached across the floor scooped up a sweat shirt and my slipper boots, which essentially just looked like big wooly socks that tied around my shins with pompom-tipped strings. I threw them on and stood up, looking around my room. Everything was tinted in different shades of gray in the dim light, almost like an old black and white movie.

I stepped silently across the room, carefully avoiding the creaky boards. I stepped into the square of silver light the moon had cast cross my floor and suddenly felt a bit colder, a bit more awake. The hairs on the back of my neck standing up as a shudder ran through me. I could feel the goose bumps coming back, and tried to ignore them as I sat down on the soft cushions of my window seat, my head leaning back against the wall.

                From my high perch, I looked out across the night around me. My window overlooked the front yard, and from here I could see almost all the way down the street. Especially in the bright light of the full moon, everything was lit up as easily as it was in the day.

                The trees cast shadows across the yard, and every detail was distinguishable; from the specs of mica that caught the moon light in the roof shingles of the house cross the street, to the blades of grass that covered my front lawn, standing stagnant in the air that was surprisingly breezeless for such a chilly night.

                I sat there for a while, just looking out over the slumbering neighborhood, somehow comforted by the look of the pale gray light that settled over the area in the still night. I stood sentinel over the neighborhood, watching the fog spread out from my fingers as I laid my hand against the cool glass of my window, when suddenly something jumped out of place. There was someone walking down my street.