~.:Another Story

[.:Fob:.]

I just started another story, which I hope to complete, unlike my many other stories lying around collecting dust. I just randomly started typing on my computer and came up with this. I don't know where it's going though.


Staring at the floor a familar voice was trying to tell me that he was fine. Fine with the fact that he was dying. "You should go back and let them help you," I muttered, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Let me tell you something I am going to die no matter what and I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a hospital where they can't even determine if I'll be okay anyways." I couldn't look up at him. He was too close to me and young to die now. My brother had always been my closet friend even though we fought numerous times as young children. He was always scaring me and taking my dolls away, but when we matured we became close.
"Gosh Kat you were always the drama princess." I met his calming blue eyes only to see he was upset too. There was something else hidden in them like some sort of regret. Could he be regretting not staying at the hospital. No, it couldn't be that, he was never the sort to regret taking risks. My brother always seemed to be waiting for this day. He knew something I didn't knew. For the past few days I've caught him acting perfectly fine when he thought nobody was around. It wasn't fair; I could never confront him about anything. "I saw you the other day. You looked perfectly fine," I growled holding back another wave of tears. "That's completely insane, Katy. Maybe you aren't feeling that well either."
My fists clentched together instantly. He was a liar. A complusive liar at that. He always lied and got away with anything. Even thought he was a nice person, every good person has a bad habit. His was sadly lying. My bad side was that I am easiley angered, which usually results in violence. I couldn't believe he would lie to me about this. I saw him; I know I saw him walking and seeming nothing close to death. Maybe I was going insane. Maybe it was just the pressure of another death in my family collasping onto my shoulders and shattering my heart. "Tell me the truth." "That is the bloody truth." He was getting upset with me as I was with him. His face was twisted into a menacing smirk. "You should get some rest." "You should too," I replied, getting out of the chair beside his bed.

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I just started another story, which I hope to complete, unlike my many other stories lying around collecting dust. I just randomly started typing on my computer and came up with this. I don't know where it's going though.


Haha, ditto =]

I like it :)

[.:Fob:.]

Thank you!
I am terribly bored so I decided to right more.

A few days later he was still mad at me. I should have never brought that up, exspecially since he days were supposingly numbered. I kept a close eye on him wondering if I could catch him again. I did. He wandered around the house, thinking that I had left to run some errands. His black hair was a mess and he walked around with a crutch. He stopped to examine a painting, leaning against his crutch. I rolled my eyes; the only reason he used the crutch was probably because he foot was asleep. Yawning he spun around and continued down the hallway. The walls were covered with red and white stripped wallpaper and pictures. There were paintings and pictures of old family memebers that had past away in the recent years. Here they were younger and frozen in time it seemed like.
Cracking sounds caused me to wince. Another pestering habit of my brother's was that he tended to crack his fingers a lot. I had forgotten about staying alert and he stood, his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. He was shocked and he dropped the crutch. "Katy, your home finally home. I was looking for you." He cringed, acting like he was in pain. Only if I didn't see him walking around looking fine, I probably would have believed the liar. "I suppose I shall return to bed. I'm feeling miserable right now." Limbing away, he returned to his room, looking startled. He will now tell me that I was imagining things again if I asked him about it. I decided to keep my mouth shut. There was no point in confronting a liar.

[Snoball13]

wow, i have no clue where this is going, but i really want to hear more! ;)

i know exactly what you mean about not finishing stories when you start them. i'm that way too. i must have something like 19 stories sitting around waiting to be finished. The problem is that my brain comes up with so many new ideas that when I'm working on one story, i come up with another story idea a few chapters in, and just have to start it, so the original story gets laid aside and half-forgotten. i really need to work on that. sometimes i just get bored with stories, too.:D

[.:Fob:.]

Woah I forgot all about this story but I found it and made a tad bit more. I sort of have an idea of what's going on but at the same time I don't...>__>"
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I confronted him and was completely disturbed. I never seen him act to violently towards me in my life.

"You're fine aren't you?" I asked, biting my lip to keep it from quivering. The fact he could lie to his younger sister made me knees shake and my stomach flip.

"How the hell can you say that! I'm dying and there you are healthy and confronting a dying man of lying." I could tell he snapped. He sat up as quickly as he could while still looking sick and near to death. His arm shoot out across his body and too the bed side table and he grabbed one of the plates that still had food on it tipping it over violently. It crashed to the ground, shattering to pieces.

I stared wide eyed as more things were flung off in that manner. It sickened me. I always saw my brother when he was peaceful and to see him at his lowest made me speechless. I kept my gaze to the floor, hearing more plates falling to the ground.
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Her brother amuses me...He has to be one of my favorite characters I created now...Even though he has no name yet. D;