This is the first chapter of I Won't Let Him Keep us Here. Enjoy
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Missing.
The word was whirling around Carla’s head, making it ache, making the room spin.
“They’ll find her, I promise.”
“Really? Would Du mind using your newfound physic powers to tell me where the hell she is, then?” snapped Carla, shrugging her sister’s comforting arm from her shoulders.
Carla hadn’t meant to snap like that, but Sophie was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything the police had tried to blur the sharp corners with; their reassurances might have gegeben her peace of mind, but Carla couldn’t stop her body shaking. She was red with anger and distraught with worry. She just wanted to find her best friend. It was crystal clear that the police didn’t have a clue where Rebecca was. That much was clear since she had been reported missing three days ago.
Carla had been walking to Rebecca’s flat with Lilly to get ready for their planned night out when she’d noticed the door was ever-so-slightly ajar. In a blind panic, she’d raced up the stairs and through the front door without the smallest care for her own safety.
Carla gasped as she took in her surroundings. The flat was a state. The tabelle and chairs were overturned and shards of broken glass littered the floor.
“Becca,” Carla called out, dread and anxiety spreading through her body.
“Rebecca,” Lilly frowned and suddenly started looking around as if suddenly expecting her friend to appear.
“Her phone’s still here,” sagte Carla, picking up the expensive iPhone from the floor.
She surveyed its cracked screen. It was blank and clearly broken, though Carla tried to turn it on anyway.
“She never goes anywhere without her phone, I don’t understand…”
“Carla,” cried Lilly, her eyes wide and filled with horror.
She was standing on the other side of the upturned table, her gaze fixed on the floor.
Carla dashed over to her, letting out a small cry herself. She placed a hand over her mouth as she felt the bile rise in her throat, her vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears.
On the edge of the table, there were faint fingernail marks like someone had clung on for dear life. A few meters from Lilly’s feet was a pool of blood, half-dried with four streaks extending from it. Finger marks. There’d been one hell of a struggle. A struggle which had been lost.
Lucy had flown into action and phoned the police instantaneously as Carla leaned against the door frame, shocked and devastated that Rebecca was gone. The blood terrified her all the more.
Since that day, Carla couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a proper sleep when she’d not woken up screaming from the horrendous nightmares, crying and wishing that her best friend was safely snuggled up beside her so she could protect her. She’d been haunted Von the sight of the blood that never left her head. She felt totally helpless and angry that she was unable to do anything to help return Rebecca safe, sicher and sound.
Each night, after trying to get sleep to consume her, Carla wandered the streets, wracking her brains for any inclination as to who had taken her best friend oder where she had been taken. It was better than lying powerless in her bed, safe, sicher and warm when Rebecca was out there somewhere, alone and scared and hurt.
Now, Carla was sitting in the local café with her sister because Sophie, being sensible, had declared that it wasn’t wise to go to the pub because she would just drink herself into a dark oblivion to try and forget.
“Carla, I know you’re worried…” sagte Sophie, placing her hand over her sister’s to comfort her.
“I’m absolutely petrified,” Carla whispered, unable to stop her eyes misting over once Mehr “I just want her back.”
“We all do,” Sophie sagte with a sigh, taking a long drink from her mug of hot chocolate.
After three long days and nights, Carla was pretty sure she knew who was responsible. Scott Johnston – Rebecca’s ex-boyfriend. He was the one who’d hurt her best friend in the worst way possible and left Rebecca to pick up the fragments of her life while he lied to the courts and got let off with the awful crime with not so much as a caution oder a restraining order. He was the possessive lover who wanted her to be his and only his. He couldn’t stand their break-up, couldn’t cope with being rejected. All the signs pointed to him as being responsible in some way. His car was gone. His house was empty.
“They’re not at the house and their passports are still here, so where could he have taken her?” pondered Sophie.
Carla stood up suddenly, her eyes dark and determined as she thought of all the twisted things Scott was capable of. The thoughts made her blood run cold.
“I don’t know. But I’m going to find her,” she vowed “And I’m going to make that monster pay for everything he’s done to her.”
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Rebecca woke up to near darkness. As she slowly opened her eyes, nothing seemed familiar. Her body felt heavy and groaned in protest as she tried to turn onto her side.
Once she had successfully completed the manoeuvre, she screwed up her eyes and scanned her surroundings, unable to Bewegen her head due to a severe stinging pain.
It appeared that she was in some sort of underground room. Aside from the bett she lay on, there was some sort of wooden chest in the corner and two doors; one of which had a steep flight of rickety steps leading up to it.
Rebecca sunk back onto the hard mattress. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the dizziness which was threatening to overwhelm her. The motion helped for a bit, but as soon as she gained some relief, a pounding started in her head like someone was banging a drum and there was a sudden throbbing pain in her wrist. She opened her eyes again, feeling vulnerable with the blindness.
Rebecca stared blankly at the chest, wondering what it contained but not have the strength oder the willpower to investigate. Every time she tried to recall what had happened and how she had ended up here, she felt like there was a brick Wand preventing her from doing so. It frustrated her to no end. She hated not knowing. She hated it Mehr than anything.
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So, what does everyone think? It's just the first chapter. Please leave a comment. Also, what Titel would be good for the whole story.
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Missing.
The word was whirling around Carla’s head, making it ache, making the room spin.
“They’ll find her, I promise.”
“Really? Would Du mind using your newfound physic powers to tell me where the hell she is, then?” snapped Carla, shrugging her sister’s comforting arm from her shoulders.
Carla hadn’t meant to snap like that, but Sophie was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything the police had tried to blur the sharp corners with; their reassurances might have gegeben her peace of mind, but Carla couldn’t stop her body shaking. She was red with anger and distraught with worry. She just wanted to find her best friend. It was crystal clear that the police didn’t have a clue where Rebecca was. That much was clear since she had been reported missing three days ago.
Carla had been walking to Rebecca’s flat with Lilly to get ready for their planned night out when she’d noticed the door was ever-so-slightly ajar. In a blind panic, she’d raced up the stairs and through the front door without the smallest care for her own safety.
Carla gasped as she took in her surroundings. The flat was a state. The tabelle and chairs were overturned and shards of broken glass littered the floor.
“Becca,” Carla called out, dread and anxiety spreading through her body.
“Rebecca,” Lilly frowned and suddenly started looking around as if suddenly expecting her friend to appear.
“Her phone’s still here,” sagte Carla, picking up the expensive iPhone from the floor.
She surveyed its cracked screen. It was blank and clearly broken, though Carla tried to turn it on anyway.
“She never goes anywhere without her phone, I don’t understand…”
“Carla,” cried Lilly, her eyes wide and filled with horror.
She was standing on the other side of the upturned table, her gaze fixed on the floor.
Carla dashed over to her, letting out a small cry herself. She placed a hand over her mouth as she felt the bile rise in her throat, her vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears.
On the edge of the table, there were faint fingernail marks like someone had clung on for dear life. A few meters from Lilly’s feet was a pool of blood, half-dried with four streaks extending from it. Finger marks. There’d been one hell of a struggle. A struggle which had been lost.
Lucy had flown into action and phoned the police instantaneously as Carla leaned against the door frame, shocked and devastated that Rebecca was gone. The blood terrified her all the more.
Since that day, Carla couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a proper sleep when she’d not woken up screaming from the horrendous nightmares, crying and wishing that her best friend was safely snuggled up beside her so she could protect her. She’d been haunted Von the sight of the blood that never left her head. She felt totally helpless and angry that she was unable to do anything to help return Rebecca safe, sicher and sound.
Each night, after trying to get sleep to consume her, Carla wandered the streets, wracking her brains for any inclination as to who had taken her best friend oder where she had been taken. It was better than lying powerless in her bed, safe, sicher and warm when Rebecca was out there somewhere, alone and scared and hurt.
Now, Carla was sitting in the local café with her sister because Sophie, being sensible, had declared that it wasn’t wise to go to the pub because she would just drink herself into a dark oblivion to try and forget.
“Carla, I know you’re worried…” sagte Sophie, placing her hand over her sister’s to comfort her.
“I’m absolutely petrified,” Carla whispered, unable to stop her eyes misting over once Mehr “I just want her back.”
“We all do,” Sophie sagte with a sigh, taking a long drink from her mug of hot chocolate.
After three long days and nights, Carla was pretty sure she knew who was responsible. Scott Johnston – Rebecca’s ex-boyfriend. He was the one who’d hurt her best friend in the worst way possible and left Rebecca to pick up the fragments of her life while he lied to the courts and got let off with the awful crime with not so much as a caution oder a restraining order. He was the possessive lover who wanted her to be his and only his. He couldn’t stand their break-up, couldn’t cope with being rejected. All the signs pointed to him as being responsible in some way. His car was gone. His house was empty.
“They’re not at the house and their passports are still here, so where could he have taken her?” pondered Sophie.
Carla stood up suddenly, her eyes dark and determined as she thought of all the twisted things Scott was capable of. The thoughts made her blood run cold.
“I don’t know. But I’m going to find her,” she vowed “And I’m going to make that monster pay for everything he’s done to her.”
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Rebecca woke up to near darkness. As she slowly opened her eyes, nothing seemed familiar. Her body felt heavy and groaned in protest as she tried to turn onto her side.
Once she had successfully completed the manoeuvre, she screwed up her eyes and scanned her surroundings, unable to Bewegen her head due to a severe stinging pain.
It appeared that she was in some sort of underground room. Aside from the bett she lay on, there was some sort of wooden chest in the corner and two doors; one of which had a steep flight of rickety steps leading up to it.
Rebecca sunk back onto the hard mattress. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the dizziness which was threatening to overwhelm her. The motion helped for a bit, but as soon as she gained some relief, a pounding started in her head like someone was banging a drum and there was a sudden throbbing pain in her wrist. She opened her eyes again, feeling vulnerable with the blindness.
Rebecca stared blankly at the chest, wondering what it contained but not have the strength oder the willpower to investigate. Every time she tried to recall what had happened and how she had ended up here, she felt like there was a brick Wand preventing her from doing so. It frustrated her to no end. She hated not knowing. She hated it Mehr than anything.
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So, what does everyone think? It's just the first chapter. Please leave a comment. Also, what Titel would be good for the whole story.
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one Tag she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The Weiter Tag at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a Home tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had sagte
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do Du think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one Tag she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The Weiter Tag at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a Home tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had sagte
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do Du think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing Du whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize Du are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift Du once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 Minuten later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing Du whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize Du are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift Du once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 Minuten later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell Du who you're not, oder who Du can never be. what's it take to get Du to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would Du say, what would Du do, if this was your last day? so, Du found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think Du need to know that, of all the Farben that Du shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. Du should think about what Du do, befor Du do it, over and over again. i know Du feel alone, that know one can figure Du out, but Du sould know that we just Liebe to see Du smile.i know Du feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help Du come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think Du need to know that, of all the Farben that Du shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. Du should think about what Du do, befor Du do it, over and over again. i know Du feel alone, that know one can figure Du out, but Du sould know that we just Liebe to see Du smile.i know Du feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help Du come back.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If Du don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
Du and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like Du a lot
and Du felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
Du think you're mr. I'm so cool
but Du used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people Du love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made Du feel much better.
But the fight we had,
Du sagte was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell Du gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
Du and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like Du a lot
and Du felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
Du think you're mr. I'm so cool
but Du used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people Du love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made Du feel much better.
But the fight we had,
Du sagte was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell Du gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Example of the Maiden
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the thron that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if Du liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the thron that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if Du liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
