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Creative Created on 10-13-07 Views(132) Story Rating G

Have you ever tried to count raindrops as they plumet from the sky? I have. the rain was falling gracefully toward our earth traverling ever so stunningly down the golden rays of sunshine. I was in amazment never had i seen any thing so glourious as a sun shower. I was ten and beautifully nieve. from the cobbled path i heard the phone ring starterling me back to reality, i dashed inside to answer and picking up the phone delighted that it was my father.

"Grey, honey can I ask you something" my fathers voice travelled cautiously down the line.

"Sure thing Daddy, you ok?" I asked with a childs concern

"I am. Grey, do you want to come live with me??? in the city, with me I want so much for you Grey" He was nervous.

I simpley started to cry rain drops of my own rolling down my cheeks, I had wanted him to ask me for so long.

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I started to run toward the house cursing my mother, what triggered her? Blood was splashed across the front steps slowly being diluted by the continous drizzle of rain.  
"SHIT" I sceamed to the heavens throught a barrier of clouds

Reaching the front door i yanked it open running through the mud room to the kitchen. Pots, pans and cutlery had been flung across the room in every direction. And sure enought the butchter knife was out . Laying guiltily on the old green counter top, deep red blood covering the handle and blade alike. I was shaking, tremberling uncontrolably my mind and body dancing to two diffferent waltz's. Never before had their been blood on that knife.

My mother was schitsophenic, she was diagnosed seven years ago but still she refused to take her meds. She always got the knife out when something inside her snapped causing an episode. I had seen her threaten many times her eyes blazing with pain, fear, anger and passion, her face whiter than the first snow fall, her body rigid and tense, but never had she actually hurt some body.

I stumbled for the phone dailing emergincy services

"Im sorry this line has been disconected due to unpaid bills to re conect the line you must pay the last bill and a $120 connection fee, Thankyou"

I fell to the floor

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On November 23rd 2007 EvilRaven9892 Said :
EvilRaven9892 holy shit! keep me posted please
On October 23rd 2007 trev88m Said :
trev88m this is fearful and dark, and the ending is very tense. i cant wait till u write some more
On October 23rd 2007 usher13a Said :
usher13a wow, very suspenseful
On October 13th 2007 Aegle Said :
Aegle oh shit that sux alot...but its good please keep me posted
On October 13th 2007 vegxjen Said :
vegxjen aww sad
keep me posted please
On October 13th 2007 iiamthathero Said :
iiamthathero Amazing.
On October 13th 2007 omfg010203 Said :
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omg...thats sad....keep me posted..
On October 13th 2007 Smarties4 Said :
Smarties4 This is really good. I definetely like it! Great job! :D