kerrikoo
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| 28 Aug 2011 02:06 AM |
PROLOUGE
“Just keep going. Just keep going.” I chanted on. I had been doing this for the past half hour. “You're nearly there, Bell. You're nearly home.” I said to myself. I was thirteen ye.ars old, hungry, thirsty, and cold. I walked on, the cold snow crisp beneath my feet. I felt the snowflakes fall against my cold skin. “Just keep going. Just keep going.” I saw a shelter a few miles ahead. I started running. The snow came up about my ankles in clusters, looking like flour. I arrived at the old, abandoned house, and realised it was mine. I walked inside, up into my old bedroom. It was covered in maggots, fleas, ticks....I sat down on the lumpy matress anyway. I thought back to the day when this all happened.
The day it all went wrong.
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| 28 Aug 2011 02:44 AM |
| Blarrg, that chapter failed. I'm changing it. |
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kerrikoo
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| 28 Aug 2011 02:46 AM |
Prologue
“Just keep going. Just keep going.” I chanted on. I had been doing this for the past half hour. “You're nearly there, Bell. You're nearly home.” I said to myself. I was fifteen y.ears old, hungry, thirsty, and cold. I walked on, the snow crisp beneath my feet. I felt the snowflakes fall against my cold skin. “Just keep going. Just keep going.” I saw a shelter a few miles ahead. I started running. The snow came up about my ankles in clusters, looking like flour.
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| 28 Aug 2011 02:55 AM |
| I arrived at the old, abandoned house, and recognised it as mine. I tried to batter the door down, kicking it repeatedly. It eventually worked. I walked into the old, mouldy porch. The linoleum flooring was curling up off the floor at the edges. I patted the door frame tenderly, and thought of all the happy memories that had occurred here. I sighed. I wanted to go upstairs, but I dreaded what I would find. The dead and decaying bodies of helpless travellers? My parents bodies? I decided to go up the creaky stairway anyway. They were rotting, and dangerous. Halfway up them my foot fell through one of the steps, and I screamed. I laughed nervously, realising the step was out and it wasn't something coming to get me. I ran up the rest of the stairs, breaking a few more on the way, hanging on to the banister. |
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| 28 Aug 2011 03:54 AM |
Now, what I had expected when I got to my old room was dead bodies. There was a body there, but it wasn't dead. “CUJO!” I called out in delight, seeing my starved dog. He whimpered at me. I walked over, and picked up his malnourished body. I carted him down stairs, put him down, and looked for some food my parents might've left behind. I rummaged through the cupboards, found a barrel of Wilson's dog food, and some doggie treats. I took an old, cracked bowl from one of the upper cupboards, the door hanging off its hinges. I found a cup, and scooped out two cupfuls of the stuff. I put it in his bowl, and helped him eat it. Soon he was chomping away happily, back to his old self again. I smiled. I took out another bowl, and tried to fill it with water. Green grunge came out of the sink. I sighed. “Guess we'll have to go out to get you some water.” I said, looking out at the vast emptiness that the world had become. I started to walk back up the stairs, to see what else had been in my room. “You stay here, Cujo.” I said, looking at him.
I arrived at my room door, and there weren't any bodies, which surprised me. I walked in and sat on the bug – infested, moth eaten bed and thought. I thought about the day this all happened, two years ago. My thirteenth birthday. |
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