Making my dream a reality

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It was the first continuous dream I've had. I am committed to creating it to a story, and this is the beginning. lovely for a thirteen year old to dream this, huh?

Submitted: February 22, 2011

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Submitted: February 22, 2011

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When I look at the moon, I think of myself. The way it glows. I know how to glow, reflecting off of other’s shining grace like the moon reflects the sun’s bright golden rays. There’s something dark about the way I glow. No mater how bright the person shines of which I reflect, my glow has and always will be dim. Like candle light in a cave with no entrance. My mind may be different, but I know it is in a good way. I just happen to see the world differently. There’s beauty within everything. Yet, ugliness, too. For there is no beauty without ugliness.

My loss of self-esteem comes at me at the worst of times, it seems. Though I know people must judge me at first glance, I should not let my heart break. For it is only their opinion. I respect other’s opinions. Not the opinion and the idea of it itself, but the fact that everyone deserves their own opinion. And yet it would not matter if my heart had been broken, for I've shed all the tears I could possibly cry.
Though I have been in deep depression through reasons of which I desire to leave untold,
I do respect others as to who respect me. If they were to ask me to pray for them, I would. Even if I wasn’t very religious. If they were to ask me a favour, I would do as told. No matter how hard the task. If they were to tell me they loved me, I would break down into tears and tell them I that I loved them, too. Though I’ve only heard such words from only one person, and they were gone now. I missed mom, so much. But now the ghost of her is replaced by a step-mother who doesn’t notice me as much as when she’s yelling at me.
I closed my paint set, looking down at my painting of the night sky, then up at the real big and deep, mysterious darkness that loomed overhead. Well, it would be all darkness if not for the big glowing moon and the stars that were scattered throughout the sky like spilt sugar. It amazed me how much their light radiated through the night, some brighter than others.
I quickly put my supplies inside, grabbing my dark gray dragon, gothic swirls-patterned jacket and shrugged it on. I stepped outside and closed the door quietly behind me. I put my hood up as I stepped off the front porch and approached the oncoming dim, yet dark mysteries of the night, blind that the beginning of my Destiny was to start with these steps.
I was to be grounded if my parents would ever find out I ever came out alone after sunset. I didn’t care, it wasn’t like there were friends or awesome activities to ground me from anyways.
I snuck along until I came to the sidewalk path that led down deeper into the forest to the lake.
But instead of taking that path, I took my own to my little open clearing of my own. It was a hell of a trip to get to with the brush, leaves and twigs that littered the ground, trying to keep you away.
I came close to the clearing after I had tripped over an invisible log. Though it wasn’t invisible after I tripped over it. I brushed myself off as I came close to the silver water. As I sat on the sand, crickets chirping and trees dancing with the wind combined, creating the unique song of the night.
I looked down at the moon’s reflection, seeing my face loom over the silvery water as well. I looked like an assassin. My dark hood hid half of my face, casting shadows on the full feminine lips that remained in some kind of frown.
I heard footsteps behind me and calmly breathed out as I leaned back. Though on the inside, fear had ran through me like a shock-wave until I noticed it was just Fay, a teacher’s pet from school. She giggled, “Caught me,” she said. “You were following me this whole time, I could feel it.” I said. This wasn’t a lie. I could feel the whole time like I was being stalked. I was just too blind by thought to notice it at the time.
“Yeah, it was kind of hard to keep my eyes on you the whole time. You and your dark clothes kept blending with the night.” she said. So much for camouflage, huh? I thought to myself.
Then she giggled, “Can I call you ninja?” her expression darkened, “Stupid goth-ass ninja bitch.”
This surprised me. We may have not been close, but Fay was always nice to everyone. Yet, still remained somewhat untrusted by most.
“There was always something dark about you,” I said.
She cleared of a giggle, much less a smile. She growled, snarling.
Then, her voice grew monsterous, “You know, I always liked you, human.”
Her eyes went clear blue with flakes of red. They felt as if they could see right to my soul.
All of a sudden, my senses sharpened. My eyes had accustomed fully to the darkness everywhere. I could smell the faintest aroma of Fay’s perfume mixed with the natural smell of the earth around me. And I could hear animals creep farther in the woods, all of a sudden aware that I seemed to be part of the forest that stood around me, grasping and enveloping me in its dark grip of the unknown mysteries that fell between its fingers.
I saw a glint of light in the moonlight and snatched Fay’s arm, squeezing tightly and making her drop the knife. I twisted, making her turn around and forced her face against a tree.
“You know,” I began, “You shouldn’t play with sharp things.” I breathed. Muffles escaped her as she laughed. She turned the rest of the way around, the tree’s bark leaving small scratches on her face and a large crack sounded from her wrist as it broke. I released her wrist, fear rushing through me like a train rushing on tracks, unaware of the passing person ahead. But Fay’s expression held no sign of pain. She glared at me through bangs, her head lowered and an evil smile played on her lips.
She stepped closer and closer, each time I stepped back until I was against a tree behind me. ”And you shouldn’t play with soon-to-be-dead girls possessed by demons.” she said in a voice that read of mischief. Her hands came up to the side of my head. I closed my eyes, ready to hear the crack of my own head that would fall limp to my shoulders and pain that would vibrate through me as I would take my last rigid breaths that I’m sure would remind me of the grudge.
But instead, I heard the sound of gunshot and peered through half closed eyes.
I heard movement running away from the opening of my own little clearing but didn’t mind to chase after the person who’d apparently saved me. I just knew that I’d owe someone big time.


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