《One Year; One Life》 Chapter 1; The News
Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!His sleep was restless and filled with nightmares, after one particularly nasty one he woke up. Awake; he shivered, violent ones that shook the whole bed with him. He looked up, a TV had been hung above him at the opposite end. The display had long turned off but a small digital clock lay underneath, 2:20 AM was lit in soft blue light. ¡°Why is it so god damn cold in here?¡± he mumbled but then turned to the sound of something billowing in the wind. A window lay open only visible from the violent struggles of its curtains to be free. Micheal moved his hand over to a button that was installed to his bed, ready to call the nurse to have her close the window but stopped. He tried to get up, having decided to get it himself. His hand gripped the cold bar at the side of his bed, but his grip wasn¡¯t strong enough and he fell back, intense pain that almost made him yelp. ¡°Fuck!¡± He moaned, despair overtaking him. He tried again but it was too much for him. ¡°God damn it.¡± Tears threatened to push through. He gave up trying to make his way to the window and fell back down into his bed. His eyelids squeezed tight as he desperately held back what he was feeling. Would my life always be like this? A burning pit of acid in his chest, the thought terrified of him. I¡¯d be better off dead. It seemed so simple, no more doctor visits, no more surgeries, no more false hopes. I want to die. Eyes looked around the room with a new goal. The plate of food was still there, a steak knife lay next to it, clean and pristine, a beautifully ornate piece of silverware with an ivory handle as sharp as the day it was bought. I want to die. Hands reached out, grasping for the knife. He rolled to his right, chest pressing into the railing that served to make sure he didn¡¯t roll off. The cold metal railing torturing his skin making it feel like it would burn right off from the cold. I can¡¯t take anymore. Fingers brushed the wood of the food tray, grabbing a hold of it and pulling it towards him. He felt around ignoring the cold food that still lay on the plate. Then he held it in hand. The effort exhausting, Micheal he nearly dropped it as he collapsed back into his bed but managed to keep a hold of it. Shadows danced in the room, as if with a mind of their own, but Micheal only saw the knife. Even when the wind picked up and all the sounds of the little machines that kept track of him 24/7 had died. His eyes were glued to the knife that he could only see the slightest of. His head dizzy from breathing too fast for too long. No more. Or so he thought, until the moment that the cold steel touched his wrist. Frozen terror like nothing he had ever felt before ran through him. Did he want to die? I don¡¯t want to die. I want to die. Die. No. Please let it end. On and on his inner conflict went stuck between the terror and despair, his hand shook. He let go of the knife and it clattered to the floor, the only noise in the now completely silent room. ¡°I can¡¯t do it.¡± He moaned tears finally breaking free from his control, and he shook. It took a few minutes of calming down before he realized that there was something off about his room. It was too quiet. The clock no longer said the time. He looked over to the machines to his right, the ones that usually kept a measure of his vitals. Dead, completely off. Was there a blackout? A single noise broke the eerie silencer. He looked over to where he thought the sound had come from and his eyes locked on to a figure where none had been moments before. Visible only by the moon¡¯s light Micheal could feel the ice in his veins. What was this person doing here? The scent of fresh-turned ground filled the room, and he could see what he could only think of as black snowflakes. ¡°Who are you?¡± He yelled out in terror. Chapter 2- Desire; Part 1 The figure cloaked in darkness started walking towards Micheal. Micheal fell to the floor from his bed in his haste to get away from the figure. His heartbeat like a piston. ¡°Stay back!¡± He crawled to the side of the room trying to getaway. His breathing hard from the cold and the exertion. His lungs felt as if they were filling with tar. ¡°How much do you desire it?¡± a voice asked from what seemed like nowhere. ¡°How much do I desire what?¡± Micheal asked still sliding himself on the clean slick white floor of his room. The shadows grew closer ahead of the cloaked figure. His back pinched and he squinted in pain as it jabbed itself into the wall. He stopped, he had nowhere else to go, he could try to get to the door but he knew that was useless, it had been a huge effort just to move as far as he had moved to begin with. Moving himself to the door and getting it open was too much for him. As if bidden by some unseen force the moonlight in the room shone far brighter and the hooded figure seemed to glow with an unearthly light. And they pulled down their hood to reveal a girl with platinum hair and skin so white that one would think it had never seen the touch of day, so white that it was almost ghostly. This had been the person that he had been so afraid of? Micheal calmed for a moment until his eyes locked onto hers; cold, ancient eyes, they seemed to suck his very soul and screaming started to sing in the background. He looked away and the screaming stopped. The girl smiled, an almost cruel smile. ¡°Your dream. Your wish to have a normal life, Micheal.¡± She replied, cold calculating eyes watching him like a hawk would watch its prey.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°How do you know my name?¡± The closer she got to him the more he felt something wasn¡¯t right. As if she wasn¡¯t a normal person. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter.¡± She replied. ¡°It does matter, are you some kind of stalker?!¡± She now was standing right above him, though she didn¡¯t seem too large, Micheal felt that the girl towered him. He cursed his ineptitude. She grabbed him by the arm, her hand so unnaturally cold that it made the room feel warm in comparison. She lifted him with a strength that seemed impossible for a girl that he could now see must barely be above five feet tall. She forced him to stare into her eyes. ¡°Human I¡¯m growing to irritate with this game.¡± The sound of screaming filled his head again and the shadows seem to want to envelop him and he almost felt as if the girl could suck his soul out with nothing more than a staring contest. She easily pushed him into one of the many seats that lined the wall of his room. This girl was crazy, that was the only explanation. ¡°I ask again what would you be willing to give to have the opportunity to live the life of a normal person? To not be wasting away?¡± ¡°Anything!¡± He yelled back not knowing what else to do. Of course, he would give anything to live a normal life but that was impossible this was a sick joke, he knew it was. Were the girl not still holding onto Micheal he would have already had fallen out of the chair he was seated in. She had full control over him and it made him sick to realize once again how useless he was. A wicked smile came upon her face. ¡°Oh?¡± ¡°Shall I take away your family then?¡± She asked in a serious tone.¡± ¡°What?¡± He knew it, this girl is a psycho. God damn, she is completely serious, where is Reginald? Where is the night nurse? ¡°No, leave my family alone he sputtered.¡± She smiled, or at least it kind of looked like a smile and she let go of him. He clambered to the floor like a pile of wet rags. He had to do something, anything. He had to do something, this psycho must want him for his family''s money. He looked around searching for anything, he knew it was useless to try to stop her in his condition but if he hurt her enough she might scream and alert somebody to the fact that something was going on here. His eyes spotted the knife that he had dropped, only spotting it by chance in the darkness of the room. Without thinking he lunged for it though in his condition it was more of a squirm than anything, his hand felt the knife and he brought it down into the flesh of the intruder. Chapter 2- Desire; Part 2
Chapter 2/S
Why are they laughing? Why are they laughing? Why?!
Chapter 3- Encounter
Chapter 3/P Punky the Ghost for the first time in forever, or at least ¡®her¡¯ forever, felt like she could really be alive again. A boy had been able to see her, touch her even. She couldn¡¯t remember the last time someone that wasn¡¯t Cage (her cat friend) had talked to her. She felt like her unbeating heart was about to explode, love, yeah she had to be in love what else could it be? He was so warm. Punky didn¡¯t even know what warmth was anymore until she felt him. When she ran away she didn¡¯t go far, she wanted to make sure that the scary girl didn¡¯t hurt her new friend. Every time Punky looked at the girl a feeling of terror ran down her incorporeal spine, she didn¡¯t know why but that girl was dangerous even from afar she could feel it. Punky felt bad, Zack;(her cat friend) always told her not to judge a book by its cover¡­ Wait was that his name? CRASH! The boy fell down the stairs taking the girl with him. Oh my, the scary girl seemed to have fallen onto the boy and when she sat up had her butt on his crotch. Punky felt a tinge of jealousy, I want to do that, she flushed, that boy must think I¡¯m a big crybaby all I did was cry. She glared at the girl hoping she wasn¡¯t looking, nope I¡¯m not judging a book by its cover, those are for books. This girl, on the other hand, is too dangerous, not only did she give Punky ghost-bumps but she was really really pretty too. ¡°Ahh, Carl what do I do?¡± She sighed, wondering what her cat friend would tell her. She watched as the girl got up her skirt coming up with her clearly showing the world what she was packing under. ¡°Gosh, that¡¯s cheating!¡± Punky grumbled as she saw the boys face clearly go multiples shades of red. Then her eyes met the girls. Those Ghost-pimples quickly transformed into an immediate and mandatory flight far far away. ¡°Woosh¡± Punky said as she made her escape.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. If Punky were still alive she would probably be doing some very heavy breathing right now. Instead, she just felt a very dull ache of exhaustion. She could still see the house from where she was, for some reason she never really felt like going too far away from it ¡°Gosh darn it, why is that girl so scary?¡± Thinking had never been something that Punky had been particularly good at, usually Josh her cat friend did all the thinking so trying to think of why she felt the way she did just made Punky more and more confused. ¡°Bitch what are you fucking doing in the middle of the fucking road? Punky looked over recognizing the voice. A black cat stared at her from the alley, seated on a garbage pale. ¡°Steve!¡± Punky decided that Steve could help her, he always seemed to know what to do. ¡°Steve I¡¯m in love!¡± She said enthusiastically. The cat looked at her sideways, then hissed. ¡°My name is Caleb for the love of god broad and what the fuck are you talking about?¡± The cat responded his tail twitching, making a loud thump on the garbage pail that he sat on. The cats¡¯ fur suddenly went up. ¡°Punky, get over here before its too late. I feel one near we need to hide.¡± That was when Punky realized once again why she rarely left the house. The house was for the most part safe, in the house the monsters wouldn¡¯t bother her, but she was exposed out here. The ghostbumps were coming back, Caleb was right, something scary was getting closer. ¡°I¡¯m coming!¡± She said then started whizzing towards the cat.¡± The cat nodded turned around and headed away from where they were. Chapter 4 part 1
Chapter 4 part 2 ¡°Where are we going?¡± Chrys gave him a slight glare. ¡°There¡¯s a place where you go to get food near here. We¡¯re going there.¡± Micheal tried to covertly look around, just act normal. ¡°Why? Is there something there that you need to show me?¡± She shook her head. ¡°No, I¡¯m just hungry, at least I believe that is what you call this sensation.¡± ¡°Huh? But I thought that we were here so you could show me what to watch out for.¡± A vehicle drove by, the first sign of life Micheal had seen since coming outdoors and something like a shadow seemed to cling to it. It¡¯s substance like that of black tar that bubbled of its own accord. ¡°Don¡¯t say anything about it, not until we get back to the house,¡± Chrys said though now Micheal was certain that he had just heard her in his head. It was gone before Micheal could get a good look at it. He did want to ask but right now was not the right time. Whatever it was, that would be considered something that he couldn¡¯t remember ever seeing before. Just thinking about it filled him with disgust. ¡°We¡¯re here!¡± Chrys said triumphantly pointing at a building to the left of them. A sign at the top said ¡°Praetor City Convenience Store.¡± Nothing too fancy, only one story and Micheal could see from the window that it was bare-bones stock as well. The door to the store creaked open slowly, the rollers for the door creaking as if in revolt about having to open. Chrys grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.Stolen novel; please report. ¡°Can you eat this?¡± Chrys asked Micheal as she showed him a Motza Lotza Pizza, Pepperoni.¡± ¡°Sure, that sounds good I think.¡± Being a rich boy who had most of his whims and needs to be fulfilled just by asking for it hadn¡¯t prepared him for life like now. ¡°Is that all that we¡¯re getting?¡± She looked over at Micheal confused. ¡°Do we need any more?¡± His stomach grumbled, ¡°Sure, unless there¡¯s food at the house. I don¡¯t know about you but I¡¯m starving.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know how much I should eat?¡± ¡°How hungry are you?¡± Chrys shrugged, ¡°I am unsure, I just feel an uncomfortable ache in my stomach.¡± ¡°Have you ever been hungry before? Chrys shook her head, ¡°No I have not. It is unpleasant. How do you humans deal with this?¡± ¡°Eat before we get to that point, though how can you never have felt hungry before?¡± ¡°Usually I don¡¯t need to eat.¡± As they were looking at the food a young woman came up to the two. ¡°Excuse me do you know where the bathroom is?¡± Micheal turned and just about freaked out before he could notice anything about the girl personally, he was confronted by a haze black smog that nearly overwhelmed him. It exuded an aura of sex and Micheal could almost see a shape. Crys squeezed his hand and he immediately remembered to act normal. ¡°Sorry this is my first time here, my sister was hungry so I took her out to pick up some food.¡± Talking to her seemed to make the haze disperse a little, the woman was small, thin and pretty with a surprisingly large chest that seemed to not fit her otherwise overly petite figure. Her cheeks seemed flush and her face seemed a little sickly though it still made all kinds of indecent thought come to mind, thoughts that Micheal quickly ignored. ¡°Oh¡­ I see.¡± She looked hard at Chrys as if trying to spot something off. She smiled looked back over at Micheal and the fog surrounding her seemed to thicken to an intoxicating level. Micheal could barely think as he was suddenly assailed by an irrational feeling. ¡°Ii if you want I could help you find the bathroom,¡± Micheal said without thinking, his eyes looking down to her chest as if bidden there. A sound like a woman laughing filled his head and a musty sexy scent made him incapable of anything. ¡°Micheal we need to get home soon!¡± Chrys said out loud. Her hand suddenly felt like fire and all those feelings went away. What the fuck was that? Micheal thought to himself. ¡°Sorry Chrys, I guess I forgot.¡± Micheal said slightly drunkenly.¡± ¡°Micheal and Chrys?¡± The girl ¡°I¡¯m new to this area and live near here. I hope we get to see each other again. Btw I''m Karli,¡± The woman smiled wanly and left the two behind. As Micheal watched her leave he noticed that the thicker the fog around her got, the harder it seemed to be for her to walk. ¡°What the hell was that?¡± Micheal whispered to himself. Chapter A Hi Punky here, mister author wanted me to tell you guys that this week he''s taking a break. Gosh that guy, I was so excited thinking it was my time again. I hope I get away from those scary things. See you next week... Woosh! Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. ... "Mreoww, what da fuk woman, stop talking to the wall. We''re running for our lives crazy. " "Sorry Andy!" "For fucking sakes that''s not my name meow." As Punky explained, things came up, will be back next week. Thanks for keeping up. :)