Eliza Cranes

Chapter 2: Home

We're at the wedding dinner, and sitting next to be is a boy I know from Summer Camp a few years back, His name is Xavier Gibson. I've been talking to him and his little sister since I sat down.

Xavier Gibson,

Dark brown eyes, black hair, not soft at all. Rather tall, Very funny, and sweet. 

We're now at my sister, Ally's house. I'm packing up my bags, so is the rest of my family.

We get in the car and leave, "I wonder when the next time I'll see Xavier will be. . I already miss him, and the warmth of that charming smile of his." I can't stop thinking about him, and I feel like my chest is going to float up into the air, as if it had wings. "His smile." I think to myself while getting a ridiculously large smile. I catch my older brother starring at me as if I ware crazy, so I stare out the window.

"Eliza Gibson. Gibson. Kind of an awkward sounding name. . Eliza Gibson. Xavier Gibson. Eliza, Xavier. Gibson, Gibson, Gibson. . ."  I say in my head, "Gibson." As my eyes fall shut, and my head hits the window.

     I'm in a dark room. Tied up on a chair, I can feel a dark presents circling around me, "Chains, chains, chains.." As the dark presents wraps a never-ending chain around me, "Chains, chains, chains, unbreakable chains. GASSSSS" The dark presents hisses at me.

I black out.

      I wake up already at home, "Did I really sleep for 5 hours?" I think to myself.

I never take naps, so this seems rather strange to me.

"Get out already!" My little brother shouts at me.

I open the door and get out of the car, I grab my bags and my stuffed animal unicorn, Fusion.

I walk in my house to see my dog, Glide. She's running towards me. I drop my bags and get on my knees as she jumps up and puts her paws on my body, I really missed her, I always do, even if I'm only gone for a few hours. I treat her like a human. To everybody else, she's just a dog. To me, she's my baby. She makes my life better.

It's 12:06 A.M. I'm not tired because I slept for like 5 hours. So I stay awake in my room for about an hour.

"Food." I think to myself as I finally dose off.

     I am laying on the floor, next to my bed. A knife in my right hand. Blood flowing from my left wrist, which I appear to have cut wide open. I get light headed. I hear a voice, "Gone." As I black out.