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Blue Is For Nightmares
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Blue Is For Nightmares Chapter One
They’re always the same. Always at night in the forest looking for Drea. The sound of his body lurking some were behind me. Branches breaking leave crackling wind whirring in my ears watering my eyes. And ht epain in my stomach-sharp raw scathing. Real my nightmares make me dread sleep. I pinch the safety end of the razor blade. Between three fingers to write. Then I grab the virgin candle and carve the initials D.O.E.S. into the rounded side tiny flakes of sparkling blue wax crumbling from the surface with each incision and every drag of the blade.
Their Drea ‘s initials but she doesn’t suspect a thing just keeps scribbling away in her diary like any other night sitting up in her bed only a few feet away. With the last curl of the S, I placed the razor to the side and plucked a branch of sage from the drawer. Its perfect for burning. All dried up the leaves shriveled twisted and gray. I wind a piece of string around it for a cleaner burn so it won’t be as Smokey so I’ll have a less chance of getting in trouble.Then I drop it into an orange clay pot by my bed. Going to bed” Drea asks “in a few.” I unscrew the cap off the bottle of the olive oil and pour a few drops onto my finger. She nods and yawns caps her feathered tip pen and closes her diary. Just do me a favor and don’t burn the dorm down. I have a serious history presentation tomorrow. And the more reason I joke Drea and I have been a roommate for a little over two years, so she’s used to rituals like this. She rolls over onto her side and pulls the blankets up to her chin. Better not stay up too late. Don’t you have a French test tomorrow? Thanks mom. I watched as she closed her eyes, as her lips settle for sleep as the muscles around her head loosen and relax. It’s sickening. Even after mid night with no visible trace of makeup not a smidgen of cover-up hair knotted up in a rubber band and still looks perfect. Angled cheeks salmon-pink pouty lips loopy golden hair and cat shaped eyes with curled jet-black lashes. Ts no wonder why every guy at Hillcrest wants her. Why every girl hates her, why Chad keeps coming back even after three breakups.I touch the top end of the candle with my oily finger. As above I whisper. Then I touch the bottom. So below. I wet my fingers with more oil and touch the center surface. I drag my fingers upward. Return it to the center and then drag it downward. Careful to keep the carved letters pointed in my direction so she wouldn’t see.Wouldn’t it be easier to wet the whole thing at once? Drea asks her eyes open watching me. I turn the candle counterclockwise blocking the letters with my palm and continue moistening the circumference in the same fashion. Probably but that would confuse the energies. Of course she says rolling over how ignorant of me.When the candle is fully anointed, I light it with a long wooden match and place it on the silver holder my grandmother gave me before she passed away. It’s my favorite holder because it was hers and it’s sort of dish like. With a curly handle that winds around the base.I close my eyes and concentrate on the waning moon outside, how it’s an opportune night to make things go away. How the sage and the engraved candle will help. I light the branch up and watch it burn. The leaves curl up and dance in the orange-yellow flame. Then turn black and disappear the way I pray the nightmares will.When the sage is no more than ashes. I carry the pot over to the corner sink and fill it with water. Watching the blue gray smoke rise to the ceiling in long curly swirls. I return to my bed and position the candle on the night table Drea’s initials facing toward me. Then I grab a black ink pen and write the capital letter G across my palm-G for grandmother so I will dream of her tonight so I will dream of nothing else.I crawl inside the covers and watch the candle burn the letters away. The capital D in Drea’s initials already half gone. Then I close my eyes and brace myself for sleep. End Of Chapter One Rate And Comment If U Want Chapter 2Comments
Please Login to post comments| On July 6th 2007 sylviadawn Said : | |
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yes i know this is copy righted i just put them their for you to enjoy if u hve nvr read them
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| On July 6th 2007 lemonsquirtxo Said : | |
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you do realize that these books are copyrighted and posting them is illegal, right? |
| On July 6th 2007 Margyy Said : | |
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ive read these books. |
