COMPETITION
Tell me what you think/want to happen in this story and if i like the idea i will include it in my story, dedicate a chapter to you and make you a character in one of my stories
Chapter 6
-2 weeks later
“Agh, writing is so hard!” I exclaimed, tearing violently at the page of the ‘dream book’ that I had just written on and chucking the pen to the end of the bed but missing by a long shot.
The pen landed on the floor with a clatter, the ink exploding over the floor-boards, bleeding blue-black into every crevice and gap it could find in the aged timber. It only added to the collection of stains that already covered the floor though. Jen and I had grown up here, and we weren’t leaving unless someone dragged us out, even then I wouldn’t go down without fight. My mum raised us by herself but she disappeared when I was fourteen years old. The police didn’t look into it very much because they believed it was abandonment, so my aunt Katherine came to live with us until I was eighteen. She was supportive, she kept the roof over our heads and food on the table, but there weren’t exactly any happy bonding moments spring to mind at the thought of her.
I let my body fall back onto the pillows with an exasperated sigh. My sleeping habits still hadn’t improved despite the fact that I had proven the warehouse to be safe. I don’t have the same nightmare anymore, but it still keeps replaying every time I shut my eyes. As much as I try to convince myself that the dreams are fake this dream seemed way too real. I shuffled the sheets and pillows around me until I felt comfortable enough to hopefully get some peaceful sleep.
The blackness of my eyelids faded to white and I was walking along the footpath to my door. There were a lot of differences between this house and my own right now, but I thought nothing of it. There was also the heavy weight of a cast dragging my foot along the floor as I made my way inside. My dream skipped forward until I had a small scrunched piece of paper that had red smudges spread across it in front of me. The words on it were scrawled so quickly and messily that they were barely legible ...
you know too much.
you’re next.
I heard the creaking of a wooden floor board and twisted my head around as quickly as I could, my blonde hair cutting across my face seconds before thick fabric was pulled over my head.
The rest of the dream was forgotten as I jolted awake. I had blonde hair in both of my nighmares, and as I looked at my brown, almost-black hair I realised there was no chance I was dreaming about myself. My thoughts travelled back to the house in my dreams, and as soon as I realised I recognised it I was out the door and sprinting down the street.
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i have had this sitting as a draft for weeks thinking i could finish and then upload a completed chapter but now im stuck again so i posted this
I NEED FEEDBACK OTHERWISE I GET MYSELF CONFUSED WITH WHERE THE STORY IS GOING!!
COMPETITION
Tell me what you think/want to happen in this story and if i like the idea i will include it in my story, dedicate a chapter to you and make you a character in one of my stories
if thats not a good enough prize for you people to care it can be discussed or i can delete this story it is up to you!!!
^^^17 year old me finds 14 year old me to be extremely passive/agressive I sincerely apologise for the poorly disguised threats
that is all for now my lovlies xox lauren
