Longest Writers Block Ever... Ch. VI-VIII
The room smelled of dust and sulfur. It burnt her nose as she woke up in the dark, lying on the floor with her hands bound behind her back, tape over her mouth. Aside from the fear and confusion, the only other thought running through her head was how cliché her situation at hand was. She looked around but could not see further than where her hand would have been if she could move it. She heard shuffling footsteps in the distance and groaned as loud as she could but it yielded no response from whatever was making the noises in the dark.
Chrissy tried her best to remember what had happened to her before she woke up but was struggling to think past her throbbing headache. She was not bleeding, and could not feel any specific point where she could have been hit, but she felt like a blunt object had ricocheted off the back of her neck, putting her in the unconscious state that she had just awoken from. Pushing through the pain, Chrissy could see Adam, Aiden, and Haylie laughing and drinking in the apartment. Aiden’s beer was almost empty as he motioned to her to run into the kitchen to grab another one for him. She remembered acknowledging his request and walking towards the refrigerator. Her memory would not play back sounds but she saw herself reacting to something that could only have been audible because the picture in her head did not change. She could remember walking towards the group and putting Aiden’s requested brew in the hand not holding his corny speech, which he had written down so as to be able to deliver it whilst clearly drunk. She couldn’t hear his words but Aiden’s smile resonated in her mind, reminding her that what he was saying was heartfelt and sincere. But just as she seemed to be collecting her thoughts, and seeing the lights slowly start to dim in her memory, her internal vision was turned to black, and her mind shut off. All that was left was a blurry vision not attached to a single shred of perception that slowly faded into the blackness that surrounded her…
Chapter VII
After an endless day of asking strangers questions, posting flyers, and walking and driving down almost every street in town we reluctantly decided to head back home. Once we pulled in the driveway I opened the door to let Jake out but he was not interested, even though he had been cooped up the apartment all day. I do not blame him for wanting to stay inside. The winter chill had come back leaving the Indian summer behind and bringing with it no desire to leave the comfort of ones home.
We sat in silence among the shattered dishes, the stains on the carpet and the other various messes that had been left over from the tragedy. None of us were hungry which was a fortunate consensus seeing as none of us were motivated enough to make any food, no matter how easy it was to just turn on the microwave.
“What are we gonna do??” The first words were spoken by a dismal Haylie who then rested her head on my shoulder, not out of a lack of energy but out of mere frustration and sadness.
“We get up and do the same thing tomorrow I guess” These were the first words Adam had spoken all day without his normal sense of certainty and conviction. “And if that’s the case we should all try to get some sleep, at least get a few hours in so we can split up and go to the towns around here in the morning.” His plan seemed obvious, but to us it was pure genius after a long and unproductive day of searching for anything and finding even less than our pessimistic hearts and minds expected. Mike had come back with us after our trip around town, and we had filled him in on everything that we knew, including the dreams I had.
“Aiden those dreams of yours, has anything else from them happened?” I stared at him trying to think back to my dream and reproduce my creepily familiar and actual day.
“No man, not yet. I mean in the dream she just showed up at the door, we did not have to search for her. I guess the dream was just a coincidence then.” I did not want to believe it, because if the dream did have any bearing on reality then Chrissy was going to be fine, and there would be a knock on the door any second. But no knock came, and everyone filtered into their designated rooms. Mike slept on the floor in Adam’s room. He could not bear the thought of stealing Christine’s bed. Maybe he secretly hoped that she would come back, and want her pillows all to herself tonight.
“I’m gonna go for a walk” Haylie called to me as I was undressing in our bedroom. I did not know why but when I heard her I got dressed with the intention of going with her.
“Where you going? I’ll keep you company if you want,” I said to her as she walked towards the door.
“I don’t really know. I just need to get out of this house for a bit, clear my head. It was a long day” I agreed with a head nod and a kiss while we walked towards the door. It was colder out than before and my leather jacket was not going to do the trick so I reached up for my flannel lined winter coat hanging on the back of the door. When I pulled it down and put it on I looked up at the door and there was something hanging from a screwdriver that was stuck into the back of the door.
“What is that Aiden?” Haylie looked at the door and then back at me as if I had any better idea than she did what the piece of paper was doing there. I pulled it down off of the door and ripped the tool out of the wood after about 2 minutes of pulling hard.
“Hey! Guys! Get out here right now!” I screamed to Adam and Mike to come out into the kitchen.
“You aren’t gonna fucking believe this.”
Chapter VIII
They walked though the dark slowly with no agenda. Nothing could warrant any more speed in their actions for they had eternity to accomplish their goals. They pondered their next moves carefully, and necessarily so because they could not make another mistake. Not this time. Not with this one. Their eyes had grown accustomed to the blackness, and they stared back and the girl sleeping soundly across the room. She is not any trouble like this, but they figured they must act soon because when she woke up there would be hell to pay if they did not act carefully. “This one” they thought “did not put up as much of a fight as we expected she would.” The words were not spoken, but thought collectively among the two of them. They were connected somehow. Telepathic and without secrets. It brought them closer together, but drove them apart continuously. Without secrets there is trust, but without secrets there is a brutal honesty. It kept them forever at the same distance from each other, close but willing to sacrifice the other if at all necessary. Every man for himself is the phrase they use here. They looked back at the girl, clueless and timid she sleeps not knowing what is on store.
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Chrissy tried her best to remember what had happened to her before she woke up but was struggling to think past her throbbing headache. She was not bleeding, and could not feel any specific point where she could have been hit, but she felt like a blunt object had ricocheted off the back of her neck, putting her in the unconscious state that she had just awoken from. Pushing through the pain, Chrissy could see Adam, Aiden, and Haylie laughing and drinking in the apartment. Aiden’s beer was almost empty as he motioned to her to run into the kitchen to grab another one for him. She remembered acknowledging his request and walking towards the refrigerator. Her memory would not play back sounds but she saw herself reacting to something that could only have been audible because the picture in her head did not change. She could remember walking towards the group and putting Aiden’s requested brew in the hand not holding his corny speech, which he had written down so as to be able to deliver it whilst clearly drunk. She couldn’t hear his words but Aiden’s smile resonated in her mind, reminding her that what he was saying was heartfelt and sincere. But just as she seemed to be collecting her thoughts, and seeing the lights slowly start to dim in her memory, her internal vision was turned to black, and her mind shut off. All that was left was a blurry vision not attached to a single shred of perception that slowly faded into the blackness that surrounded her…
Chapter VII
After an endless day of asking strangers questions, posting flyers, and walking and driving down almost every street in town we reluctantly decided to head back home. Once we pulled in the driveway I opened the door to let Jake out but he was not interested, even though he had been cooped up the apartment all day. I do not blame him for wanting to stay inside. The winter chill had come back leaving the Indian summer behind and bringing with it no desire to leave the comfort of ones home.
We sat in silence among the shattered dishes, the stains on the carpet and the other various messes that had been left over from the tragedy. None of us were hungry which was a fortunate consensus seeing as none of us were motivated enough to make any food, no matter how easy it was to just turn on the microwave.
“What are we gonna do??” The first words were spoken by a dismal Haylie who then rested her head on my shoulder, not out of a lack of energy but out of mere frustration and sadness.
“We get up and do the same thing tomorrow I guess” These were the first words Adam had spoken all day without his normal sense of certainty and conviction. “And if that’s the case we should all try to get some sleep, at least get a few hours in so we can split up and go to the towns around here in the morning.” His plan seemed obvious, but to us it was pure genius after a long and unproductive day of searching for anything and finding even less than our pessimistic hearts and minds expected. Mike had come back with us after our trip around town, and we had filled him in on everything that we knew, including the dreams I had.
“Aiden those dreams of yours, has anything else from them happened?” I stared at him trying to think back to my dream and reproduce my creepily familiar and actual day.
“No man, not yet. I mean in the dream she just showed up at the door, we did not have to search for her. I guess the dream was just a coincidence then.” I did not want to believe it, because if the dream did have any bearing on reality then Chrissy was going to be fine, and there would be a knock on the door any second. But no knock came, and everyone filtered into their designated rooms. Mike slept on the floor in Adam’s room. He could not bear the thought of stealing Christine’s bed. Maybe he secretly hoped that she would come back, and want her pillows all to herself tonight.
“I’m gonna go for a walk” Haylie called to me as I was undressing in our bedroom. I did not know why but when I heard her I got dressed with the intention of going with her.
“Where you going? I’ll keep you company if you want,” I said to her as she walked towards the door.
“I don’t really know. I just need to get out of this house for a bit, clear my head. It was a long day” I agreed with a head nod and a kiss while we walked towards the door. It was colder out than before and my leather jacket was not going to do the trick so I reached up for my flannel lined winter coat hanging on the back of the door. When I pulled it down and put it on I looked up at the door and there was something hanging from a screwdriver that was stuck into the back of the door.
“What is that Aiden?” Haylie looked at the door and then back at me as if I had any better idea than she did what the piece of paper was doing there. I pulled it down off of the door and ripped the tool out of the wood after about 2 minutes of pulling hard.
“Hey! Guys! Get out here right now!” I screamed to Adam and Mike to come out into the kitchen.
“You aren’t gonna fucking believe this.”
Chapter VIII
They walked though the dark slowly with no agenda. Nothing could warrant any more speed in their actions for they had eternity to accomplish their goals. They pondered their next moves carefully, and necessarily so because they could not make another mistake. Not this time. Not with this one. Their eyes had grown accustomed to the blackness, and they stared back and the girl sleeping soundly across the room. She is not any trouble like this, but they figured they must act soon because when she woke up there would be hell to pay if they did not act carefully. “This one” they thought “did not put up as much of a fight as we expected she would.” The words were not spoken, but thought collectively among the two of them. They were connected somehow. Telepathic and without secrets. It brought them closer together, but drove them apart continuously. Without secrets there is trust, but without secrets there is a brutal honesty. It kept them forever at the same distance from each other, close but willing to sacrifice the other if at all necessary. Every man for himself is the phrase they use here. They looked back at the girl, clueless and timid she sleeps not knowing what is on store.
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