I sat in my chair, back straight, my eyes scanning the library. I worked here. I liked it. It was nice and quite. I had a pounding head-ache, but I was used to it, because of the voices I constantly heard. They never stopped. Always there. But in the library, there were nice voices, children thinking about the fantastical worlds that they read about. Then there was something. Something else. Something dark, and beautiful, but it hurt. The things I could see from this person, whoever they were, were terrible things, of confinment, and hurt, and so much more. I looked around, and quickly spotted the source of it. A boy who looked around fourteen, the same age as me. He had thick black hair, that stuck out in all directions. After a few minutes of pondering over books, he left the library. Then at six o clock, I went home to my apartment, with my head phones in, playing rock music on full volume. This is how I block out the voices. When I am in a crowded area, it is just un-bearable.
I dreaded going to sleep. Every night I try to keep myself awake by reading, or drawing, but nothing works. And as I climb into my bed, I know that I face a night of horrors ahead, but I cannot denie the exhaustion that is overcoming me. Slowly, my eyelids become heavier, and I can't fight it much longer, and so I fall into the warm, dark arms of sleep...
I was in a dark room, huddled in the corner, and shivering uncontrolebly. And suddenly, a door from no were opened, spilling light into the room. A dark sillouhette throough a shadow across the room. His eyes glowed red in the darkness. I knew what followed. I had had to expierence this dream so many times before. He would bring my family in, and make me watch them die, as he slowly killed them, and I would be screaming. My skin felt like it was on fire. In my bed, I tossed and turned, and I would unintenionally rake my nails along my arms, causiing them to bleed heavily. And then there was the screaming. Every night I would scream my throat raw, in fear and pain. This continued for hours almost every night. My name is Rue Nightlocke, and I live like this.
Gepard Valk sat alone in his apartment. He was wide awake, and very alert. His enemys often thought it wise to try to sneak into his apartment. They were wrong.
He sat on his bed, and thought. Thought of all the things his family had never told him, of everything he had wanted to say, but will never get the chance. He shook his head, his black hair that seemed to defy gravity flying about, telling himself to get over it, but he knew inside himself, that he would never really get over it. And that was when he heard it. The screaming. Suddenly he was up on his feet, and had grabbed his sword. He ran out of his apartment, his heart banging in his chest. The sound was coming from a room down the hall. The screaming went on and on, until Gepard was standing right in front of the door, his feet making no sound at all. He looked uncertainly at it, and turned the handle. Suprisingly, it opened. He held his sword out in front of him. He opened the door to the bedroom, wondering what could happen that would make a person make such a sound, filled with such pain. And when he had opened it, what he saw was really not what he had expected. A girl, with pale skin, curled into a ball, the bed sheets all messed up, and her nails digging into her arms, as she held herself, and thrashed about in her bed, and screamed.
"Hello? Who are you?" He said.
She awoke suddenly, and she jerked back, terror crossing her face.
The lamp on the locker by the bed suddenly smashed. The girl screamed and covered her face with her hands.
I woke suddenly. I looked up. There was a dark sillouhette standing against the door, and I mistook it for the same man from my dream. I was so scared I accidently smashed the lamp with my powers. I had done it again. I covered my face with my hands and began to rock back and forth, wishing that a hole would open up in the ground and swallow me.