writers_loft

I've been on writing haiku I guess, cuz I haven't had the inspiration..... but now I wanna to share with you the first part to a story I'm working on. Please share suggestions if you have any... I'm going head first into the plot and even I don't know what's gonna happen.

The door creaked slightly, and my breath caught. His breath warming my ear “Shh…”

He looks over his shoulder, then back at me, and nods. As slowly as I possibly can, I continue to open the old front door. Every time it feels like sticking I stop for a moment, my heart urging me to hurry hurry, before they notice. Finally I get it open enough for the two of us to slip through. The air is warm on my skin and damp from the rain earlier today.

“Quickly.” I whisper, and we prance our bare feet through the wet grass towards the edge of the woods. They seem like a whole other world at night. It reminds me of our childhood together, and my heart squeezes while sadness infects it. We slow down and I grab his hand. He gently squeezes, and I return it.

We both stand at the edge of the forest for a moment, trying to comprehend what we need to do next. What he needs to do next. I look up at his face, but can’t fathom the slightest hint of how he feels right now. Then I notice he’s shaking.

“Bryan, it’s okay.” I whisper. He shakes his head.

“No it’s not Allie.” He looks up and meets my eyes. Pain makes him grimace and frown at me. “It’s not gonna be okay after today. It hasn’t been okay for a while.” He looks back at the house, so quiet and dark on the other side of the huge yard. The stars are in the sky telling me where to go, and I look away.

“This moment is for you to look up and say ‘I’m free.’ This is not the time to worry about us. Mother will be okay.”

He gazes at my face and cups it lightly in his warm, shaking hands. “It’s not mother I’m worried about.”

I see something out of the corner of my eye and look at the house. A light has just turned on. “Shit,” he mutters, and his grip on my face gets tighter. “Allie, promise me you’ll take care of yourself. Don’t let her take you down with her.” I look into his determined eyes and nod. If I speak now, the tears will come. I have to show him I’m brave. He nods too, kisses my forehead, and within seconds, he’s gone. The only hint he was ever here is the branch on our favorite tree wiggling back and forth. Soon, that’s gone too.

“Allie?! Bryan?!” I hear my mother’s over protective, frantic voice, but I keep looking at the woods. Don’t take me away. I just want to stand here until he gets back. If he ever comes back.

In that moment I realize that the world is bigger and scarier than I could ever imagine.