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I have finals to study for, I tell myself as I dig through my hamper for pale clothes. I don't have time for this right now.. But I go anyway, like i knew I would.
Out of my door and down the half-lit street-It's summer, but that doesn't mean it's not dark by quarter past nine. The house at the top of my street is having a party, and my step quickens as I pass it. I can't see the people inside the house but I can feel them watching me, girl in white walking too quickily to be natural.
I'm pst the house and the bright-lit street, the busy street I wasn't allowed to cross as a child. Down the hill where I fell and skinned my knees and elbows and chin on my rollerblades, and then-daring as I can only be at night when it's dark-through the street I avoid in the day, where the boys used to tease me and once knocked me off my bike, making me bleed and cry. The streetlights blind me and I walk into the darker half without knowing what's ahead of me.
Turn left and onto another, brighter street-I wait for the car to pass before I brave the pitch-black entrance to the park. The trees hang low and I duck under them, still half-convinced that there are creatures waiting for me in the branches. Onto the feild and it's less dark now but I can't see behind me and my scalp prickles. I don't turn around, letting myself shiver with fear.
There are swings
Argh, have to go to bed. Damn. Try to finish tomorrow.
Out of my door and down the half-lit street-It's summer, but that doesn't mean it's not dark by quarter past nine. The house at the top of my street is having a party, and my step quickens as I pass it. I can't see the people inside the house but I can feel them watching me, girl in white walking too quickily to be natural.
I'm pst the house and the bright-lit street, the busy street I wasn't allowed to cross as a child. Down the hill where I fell and skinned my knees and elbows and chin on my rollerblades, and then-daring as I can only be at night when it's dark-through the street I avoid in the day, where the boys used to tease me and once knocked me off my bike, making me bleed and cry. The streetlights blind me and I walk into the darker half without knowing what's ahead of me.
Turn left and onto another, brighter street-I wait for the car to pass before I brave the pitch-black entrance to the park. The trees hang low and I duck under them, still half-convinced that there are creatures waiting for me in the branches. Onto the feild and it's less dark now but I can't see behind me and my scalp prickles. I don't turn around, letting myself shiver with fear.
There are swings
Argh, have to go to bed. Damn. Try to finish tomorrow.