Post by Phoenix on Mar 20, 2007 8:30:26 GMT -5
This is just some random story idea I was inspired to make, with a few different methods of inspiration however... So yea...
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A teen stood silently, his gaze turned out into the distance, waiting for nothing at all, no reason to be hanging around the school yard, as the bell had already rung, nearly an hour ago. He sighed and shifted silently. He didn't have much to do, knowing his mother would more then likely be out getting drunk, or together with some drug-dealer. This of course was nothing new to the teen, as his mom had a perfectly good job, but had some psychological disorder... Something like that, she had chronic depression so on, so forth, and the boy was just glad she didn't take it out on him as much as used to. He did however, believe that what she was doing each night, was wrong, and pretty much killing her body and mind slowly, the last time he had stood up to his mother... Well, he did recall telling people at school he had burned himself cooking or some nonsense. It was okay though, he hadn't fought back against his mother, knowing it wasn't really her fault... But man, it was getting harder and harder to excuse her for the things she did.
Nick turned then, deciding to return home, as the wind pick up a bit, even though it was still late summer. He shrugged, and shifted the backpack which was slung over his slender shoulder. He walked along silently, his deep blue eyes low and dark, looking somewhat mysterious, as he always did anyway. The teen shifted, and stared out along the empty sidewalks, and the very few cars on the road. He lived in a pretty bad neighborhood, though he was used to it, that was his home and he had no other choices rather then that. Really, he didn't think of it the way others did, because he thought about how much worse things could be for him, so being thankful for what he had, seemed important.
No homework tonight, all he had to do was go home, feed the cat, and clean up anything around the house that his mother may have misplaced, such as unwashed dishes, random things strewn about, That was his daily set up, after that was finished, he usually pulled up his laptop and started his playlist, which consisted of all music, though his favorite being symphonic rock, which gave him more inspiration when he wrote his own stories. He had once written an entire book, which had been lost with his last laptop when it... broke, no accident though, that was back when his mother had nothing more to do then sit around the house yelling obscenities at Nick, and when he was at school, she went through his room, thus the loss of his laptop which had been thrown out in the street. It nearly killed Nick, but he kept silent, reminding himself she didn't mean it, her disorder was to blame... Yea, that barely worked then too...
Nick shifted, and glanced around again, seeing hardly a soul, he nodded to himself, before pausing, and looking around himself for a second time, his brows furrowed. Something had caught his eye, something he hadn't noticed a moment before when he looked. The teen pulled back, tilting his head, he then saw the small figure for the second time, though now she was clearer. Nick blinked slowly and waited a moment before sighing, and shrugging a bit, continuing on his way, the child only up ahead along his path to get home, except once he got closer he would notice how wrong it seemed that she was sitting outside all alone, not to mention in a neighborhood like this...
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The girl, about 6 years old, sat silently in her front yard, she held no expression, showing no sadness, fear, or even anger, and she seemed to hardly notice anything at all, as she picked at the grass absently. She shifted a bit, sitting on her backpack; she looked up, wondering when either of her parents would come home. Usually the door was left open or unlocked after school, allowing her inside whether her mother or father were home or not, most often not however. Her father was a lazy drunk with no job, yet for some reason he was out even early in the day. The girl's mother however worked much harder, trying to take care of her with the money she barely scraped together, but oddly enough each time her mother looked to her, the child could see pain and fear in her eyes, on occasion tears as well. These emotions didn't make sense to the girl, and wouldn't for a very long time, as she knew there was nothing wrong with her, and had no idea what could make her mother so upset. She also wished to know why her parents fought each time they were around each other, which was a rare thing now.
She sighed, and shrugged a bit, simply waiting, hoping someone would be home before dark, she didn't like darkness, but could pull through it, even though it was rough on her. This child, at first glance, and even when you've spent time around her, she didn't seem to have any of the same fears that other children of her age had. This girl was just different, hiding so much in her soft eyes, she seemed so blank, even during the times she played, and seeming happy even then you could just feel the mysterious emotion about her. Taking a heavy breath, her soft caramel toned eyes closed, and she gripped herself, saying and doing nothing more trying to go deep within her mind, where she could feel safe.
These attempts hardly ever worked, and this time was no exception, but only because she heard someone walking in her direction. Looking up suddenly, almost startled to see the teen standing and looking at her only a few feet from her at this point. She kept her gaze on him, looking a bit worried now, not sure about him, though her curiosity was more apparent at this moment. The two looked at each other silently for a long time, the child noticed the concern the other held was odd, unfitting of his appearance that gave a silent message, with the darkness he seemed to hold a mysterious quiet teen. She had assessed him just like that, as he did the same thing for her.
"...are you alright?"
His soft strong voice, made her look up, losing her own worry at this point. She shifted a bit, thinking for the right answer before shaking her head. "My parents are not home..."
She spoke quietly, deciding not to lie, as she had no reason not to tell the truth, and she felt he was alright, that odd sense most young children with her own innocence had. Staring up at him with her haunting eyes that held only a bit of childishness within them, seeming too wise, too... locked away for her age. The girl paused; noticing the expression the teen held seemed nearly disgusted at hearing this, before he had shaken his head.
"What’s your name, kiddo?" He asked, trying to disguise his concern, turning into a soft warming welcome. The girl paused and shifted a bit, surprised by this, as she thought for a moment, once again though, she had decided not to lie, finding no reason to do so.
"...Isabella..." She whispered so softly, Nick had to lean a bit closer to hear her.
The teen nodded at this, and smiled. "Hello Isabella, I'm Nick," He held his hand out and winked to her. Isabella blinked before grinning with the softest giggle; as if for the moment she forgot she was alone again.
~~
A teen stood silently, his gaze turned out into the distance, waiting for nothing at all, no reason to be hanging around the school yard, as the bell had already rung, nearly an hour ago. He sighed and shifted silently. He didn't have much to do, knowing his mother would more then likely be out getting drunk, or together with some drug-dealer. This of course was nothing new to the teen, as his mom had a perfectly good job, but had some psychological disorder... Something like that, she had chronic depression so on, so forth, and the boy was just glad she didn't take it out on him as much as used to. He did however, believe that what she was doing each night, was wrong, and pretty much killing her body and mind slowly, the last time he had stood up to his mother... Well, he did recall telling people at school he had burned himself cooking or some nonsense. It was okay though, he hadn't fought back against his mother, knowing it wasn't really her fault... But man, it was getting harder and harder to excuse her for the things she did.
Nick turned then, deciding to return home, as the wind pick up a bit, even though it was still late summer. He shrugged, and shifted the backpack which was slung over his slender shoulder. He walked along silently, his deep blue eyes low and dark, looking somewhat mysterious, as he always did anyway. The teen shifted, and stared out along the empty sidewalks, and the very few cars on the road. He lived in a pretty bad neighborhood, though he was used to it, that was his home and he had no other choices rather then that. Really, he didn't think of it the way others did, because he thought about how much worse things could be for him, so being thankful for what he had, seemed important.
No homework tonight, all he had to do was go home, feed the cat, and clean up anything around the house that his mother may have misplaced, such as unwashed dishes, random things strewn about, That was his daily set up, after that was finished, he usually pulled up his laptop and started his playlist, which consisted of all music, though his favorite being symphonic rock, which gave him more inspiration when he wrote his own stories. He had once written an entire book, which had been lost with his last laptop when it... broke, no accident though, that was back when his mother had nothing more to do then sit around the house yelling obscenities at Nick, and when he was at school, she went through his room, thus the loss of his laptop which had been thrown out in the street. It nearly killed Nick, but he kept silent, reminding himself she didn't mean it, her disorder was to blame... Yea, that barely worked then too...
Nick shifted, and glanced around again, seeing hardly a soul, he nodded to himself, before pausing, and looking around himself for a second time, his brows furrowed. Something had caught his eye, something he hadn't noticed a moment before when he looked. The teen pulled back, tilting his head, he then saw the small figure for the second time, though now she was clearer. Nick blinked slowly and waited a moment before sighing, and shrugging a bit, continuing on his way, the child only up ahead along his path to get home, except once he got closer he would notice how wrong it seemed that she was sitting outside all alone, not to mention in a neighborhood like this...
~~~
The girl, about 6 years old, sat silently in her front yard, she held no expression, showing no sadness, fear, or even anger, and she seemed to hardly notice anything at all, as she picked at the grass absently. She shifted a bit, sitting on her backpack; she looked up, wondering when either of her parents would come home. Usually the door was left open or unlocked after school, allowing her inside whether her mother or father were home or not, most often not however. Her father was a lazy drunk with no job, yet for some reason he was out even early in the day. The girl's mother however worked much harder, trying to take care of her with the money she barely scraped together, but oddly enough each time her mother looked to her, the child could see pain and fear in her eyes, on occasion tears as well. These emotions didn't make sense to the girl, and wouldn't for a very long time, as she knew there was nothing wrong with her, and had no idea what could make her mother so upset. She also wished to know why her parents fought each time they were around each other, which was a rare thing now.
She sighed, and shrugged a bit, simply waiting, hoping someone would be home before dark, she didn't like darkness, but could pull through it, even though it was rough on her. This child, at first glance, and even when you've spent time around her, she didn't seem to have any of the same fears that other children of her age had. This girl was just different, hiding so much in her soft eyes, she seemed so blank, even during the times she played, and seeming happy even then you could just feel the mysterious emotion about her. Taking a heavy breath, her soft caramel toned eyes closed, and she gripped herself, saying and doing nothing more trying to go deep within her mind, where she could feel safe.
These attempts hardly ever worked, and this time was no exception, but only because she heard someone walking in her direction. Looking up suddenly, almost startled to see the teen standing and looking at her only a few feet from her at this point. She kept her gaze on him, looking a bit worried now, not sure about him, though her curiosity was more apparent at this moment. The two looked at each other silently for a long time, the child noticed the concern the other held was odd, unfitting of his appearance that gave a silent message, with the darkness he seemed to hold a mysterious quiet teen. She had assessed him just like that, as he did the same thing for her.
"...are you alright?"
His soft strong voice, made her look up, losing her own worry at this point. She shifted a bit, thinking for the right answer before shaking her head. "My parents are not home..."
She spoke quietly, deciding not to lie, as she had no reason not to tell the truth, and she felt he was alright, that odd sense most young children with her own innocence had. Staring up at him with her haunting eyes that held only a bit of childishness within them, seeming too wise, too... locked away for her age. The girl paused; noticing the expression the teen held seemed nearly disgusted at hearing this, before he had shaken his head.
"What’s your name, kiddo?" He asked, trying to disguise his concern, turning into a soft warming welcome. The girl paused and shifted a bit, surprised by this, as she thought for a moment, once again though, she had decided not to lie, finding no reason to do so.
"...Isabella..." She whispered so softly, Nick had to lean a bit closer to hear her.
The teen nodded at this, and smiled. "Hello Isabella, I'm Nick," He held his hand out and winked to her. Isabella blinked before grinning with the softest giggle; as if for the moment she forgot she was alone again.
