Chaos'Genius
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Why was I so afraid? I’ve walked these streets day and night for the past 16 years of my life. I knew the old man who would sit and smoke a pipe or that crazy cat lady who would reek of herbs. Name a house and I could tell you who lived there and my relationship status with them.
Tonight though, that did not comfort me one bit. In fact, that only made me more on edge.
The wind started to pick up and I pulled my black jacket around me slightly. Yes, black. I know it’s not the smartest choice considering I can be the next road kill that boys muse over tomorrow morning but it was the closest one near me when I left. It wasn’t like anyone would be out on the roads right now even though it was only eleven o’clock. Okay, so maybe there would be but this was normally a quiet plan.
Yes, a quiet neighborhood that won’t cause harm to a girl walking down the street at night. Stop fretting or else you’ll end up prematurely gray. The voice in the back of my head nagged. How I loathed my subconscious. But I followed it because there was no way that I was going gray! That thought made me cringe.
But something didn’t seem right. It wasn’t that type of cliché night with clouds looming ready for lightning to strike me. No it was far from it. The stars shone above but the eerie vibe may have been from the new moon. Though would it make it any better with faint shadows following me?
Following me. That’s what it was. Ever since that garage sale where I got that mirror, I felt odd. I always felt like I was being watched and not by a guardian angel or anything like that. I always felt that that thing that was out there was always stalking me. Tonight only amplified that feeling to no end.
It’s nothing. Now, don’t worry your pretty little head off. You’re too edgy.
Maybe for once, I should begin to trust that buzzing voice.
A light broke through the nothingness that made me jump and my hand that wasn’t preoccupied with my bag to clutch my soon-to-be stroke stricken heart.
It's a Prequel to a series I'm making. Or if it goes in another direction a stand-alone book about insanity and schitzophranic.
Tonight though, that did not comfort me one bit. In fact, that only made me more on edge.
The wind started to pick up and I pulled my black jacket around me slightly. Yes, black. I know it’s not the smartest choice considering I can be the next road kill that boys muse over tomorrow morning but it was the closest one near me when I left. It wasn’t like anyone would be out on the roads right now even though it was only eleven o’clock. Okay, so maybe there would be but this was normally a quiet plan.
Yes, a quiet neighborhood that won’t cause harm to a girl walking down the street at night. Stop fretting or else you’ll end up prematurely gray. The voice in the back of my head nagged. How I loathed my subconscious. But I followed it because there was no way that I was going gray! That thought made me cringe.
But something didn’t seem right. It wasn’t that type of cliché night with clouds looming ready for lightning to strike me. No it was far from it. The stars shone above but the eerie vibe may have been from the new moon. Though would it make it any better with faint shadows following me?
Following me. That’s what it was. Ever since that garage sale where I got that mirror, I felt odd. I always felt like I was being watched and not by a guardian angel or anything like that. I always felt that that thing that was out there was always stalking me. Tonight only amplified that feeling to no end.
It’s nothing. Now, don’t worry your pretty little head off. You’re too edgy.
Maybe for once, I should begin to trust that buzzing voice.
A light broke through the nothingness that made me jump and my hand that wasn’t preoccupied with my bag to clutch my soon-to-be stroke stricken heart.
It's a Prequel to a series I'm making. Or if it goes in another direction a stand-alone book about insanity and schitzophranic.