As I ponder on what had occurred earlier. I also wonder what could be to come. As I sit in my room on my bed. The print of where leo laid with me last night was still visible. But barely. I lightly rubbed my hand over the indention. Every crevice. As I buried my hand in the sheets. I felt a tingling sensation in my body. One I had not felt in a while. It wasn't a sexual enticement. It was something much greater. Something my heart longed for. Something I could not control.
As I get older. The worse my life gets. It doesn't matter what I do. Something falls apart, crumbles, before my knees. Sexual desires become feelings and feelings turn into emotions that one can not get rid of painlessly. I always get hurt. One way or another. I continued to think about these things as I sat up on my bed, rubbing Leonardo's print he left behind. I knew I had to get up before tears filled my eyes.
I got up and walked slowly towards the door. Hearing the floor boards squeak under my feet. Feeling depressed as I walked. I knew this wouldn't go away easily. Or maybe not even at all. But I had to try to ignore it. So I opened the door and journeyed downstairs, putting on a fake smile hoping that nobody would notice.
But when I got there. They were all staring at me. Like I had done something wrong. I just said. "What?" The room turned black. They all disappeared. And I could hear loud thumping coming down the stairs. I turned my head slowly towards the staircase. I saw nothing. But I smelt something awful. Like rotting meat. I heard three knocks. Constantly. I just stood there still. I was so scared. But suddenly. Everything stopped. The knocks, the loud bangs. Everything. I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. Then I heard a whisper. "What have you done?" It said. I told myself over and over, 'Don't turn around. Don't turn around.' I casually twisted my neck slowly. There was no one. Just myself in this empty house. Silence. But I wasn't taking anymore chances. I ran out the house. Into the darkened woods. And I had a strong feeling that this wasn't over.
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Alcoholism
Teen FictionThe adventure has just begun. This isn't your average Turtle fanfiction. It is filled with drama, suspense, heartbreak, happiness, and comedy. You may think it's about four drunk turtles. But I promise you. It is much, much more than that.
