Hello fans and strangers! I love you for clicking on this. :) This is not part of Enchanting; I'll get that up soon enough. This is an excerpt from a novel I'm wtriting. Yeah, a real book! I'm putting alot more effort into it than the Enchanting stories and it's really really important that I get it right! So this is just a part that I'm not certain is the best that it could be and I'd love your feedback on it. I'll love you forever. Thank you so much. If you want to know more about the rest of the book, message me.
Cars were lined up down the block, and the parking had been impossible. Alex didn't mind though. He wasn't a minding person. He had learnt to deal with certain things in life, and nothing much bothered him anymore.
He ran his fingers down the glossy paint of his prize mustang. Thoughts ran through his mind, and he blocked them out instantaneously. He couldn't afford to be in one of his states while driving. The depression had to wait at least until he was at home. Click, click. Every sound was starting to sound ominous to him. As he slid into the leather seats, all he could think about was the cows that had been killed to make the car... how they had been slaughtered.... squealing in misery....
Drive, he ordered himself. You can curl up into a ball and cry once you get home. He sighed. If need be, he could pull over. He could relish the feel of warm tears sliding down his face, and truly succumb to the misery as it enfolded him in its dark grip. But he had to get away from the party first. He turned the key in the ignition.
The engined roared to life, purring like a calmed lioness. Serene, but easily lethal when provoked. Every teenager's dream car, he thought glumly.
The drive wasn't a long one, but it was still too long for Alex. About two minutes in, the car swerved to the side and slid to a stop, as if it was driving itself.
A long, whispery wail escaped Alex's lips and he hunched over, letting the darkness consume him. It was like coming home. The only home he had ever known was the dark, it was the only place that really welcomed him. The only place he had company. Not people, of course, but when he did imerse himself in the dark, he always felt a presence. And the presence made him feel whole... sort of. When he hit rock bottom, he found a sense of peace. This is how you're meant to feel, the darkness coaxed him. This is you. This is right. The tears cascaded down, landing in the black and the dark, where Alex was imprisoned.
God knew how long he sat there, his tear soaked face growing ever wet. But eventually the dark subsided, and the comforting presence left. The emptiness returned, along with the sense that of topsy turvyness that often occured when he wasn't crying. Alex took a deep breath, and got out to stretch his legs.
As he got out of the car, he finally realized where he was. The Cemetary, he realized. How fitting.
The night matched his mood. It was utterly pitch black. Where the stars had hidden, no mortal knew. The moon itself seemed nonexistent; only a scarce few could see the dull outline, scarcely darker than the midnight sky. Barely anything was to be seen, and the graveyard loomed in front of Alex like a curse, terrifying him with the cool grass and the large marble stones. The closest one said: "Here lies Alexander, beloved son."
Perhaps it was an omen. Alex was ceratinly scared enough to believe it so. He was about to drive home as fast as he could, but suddenly he saw something move.
What on earth...? Alex checked his watch. One a.m. Who the hell would be in a graveyard this late at night?
Thanks. Sorry, I know it's terrible right now. I really really need your help to make it better!!!! Love all of you!!!
