From the edge of the wall to the edge of the counter, the bathroom mirror alines with the sink. Fog clouds the shower and in the reflection he stands bold and bare with nothing but a towel on his waste. Loud footsteps creep into his ears as the banging begins to get louder. With the door now rattling his body is motionless. His ears are deaf while his name is repeated. It's been hours and no one has seen him sense his return from work. The job no one takes for known reasons but no explanation.
The graveyard runs all night until his shift ends at 4:30am. Kyle didn't mind until about a week, not that the job area was new but that specific job he avoided. Sounds came from sewers on his walk home. The invisible footsteps behind him became unbearable to walkthrough with only the lights of a new moon. something watched him for days after days. It was clearly hurting his mental more then even he knew. The bathroom mirror showed the restlessness of the souls who peel eyelids to count Kyle's footsteps. They pounded louder and louder on the door until it was heard throughout the halls. "Kyle come on the water is running and it's been too long." Suddenly his eyes grow wide and focus on the voice he just heard,the one of his dead roommate.
His heart beats through his ears as his feet scramble and pace the rug in the middle of the floor. He turns off the water hoping to hear his voice once again. The voice he's missed for years but couldn't come to erase. the mirror he stared into is steamed up and with the swipe of his hand he gazes again into the eyes he's never seen before. He hears again the same roommate complain about the time spent "Come on man,It's been too long". His eyes squeeze shut to silence the noise. He opens his eyes and this time he lifts his head shaking with fear. Fear of who would b in the mirror. Fear of what would face him..
His eyes went white as black and red veins flowed beneath them. Hard bangs on the door makes him jump back into the shower and he hears another voice. "Oh my god are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you but the water is coming from the door. You need to come out." This voice he's comforted with is his girlfriends. She's not mad but more concerned with what he's doing.Slowly the door unlocks and his head appears from behind the door. she reached out to him only to see that his hair and body are wet but his expression was dry, Blank, Plain. No words were thrown but all he could think about was who it was that glanced back.
I like taking walks on mornings like this but today there's reason.
It's humid and the cement is wet.
My socks are soaked.
The market by the house opens at 7am and it's a block away.
My dog Bo and I take the trip for milk.
The clouds seem to hover jus above the grass.
I wish I would have checked the weather before I left.
It's not too late to go back, as I turn around, the house is still visible behind me.
But we really need milk.
I'll buy some sandals they're only a few dollars.
On the way back, each step was squeaky and filled with moisture.
My feet get cold and grow numb.
The walk back was longer then the walk there.
Making myself cereal cured my minor frostbite.
Maybe tomorrow I'll check the weather before I go to avoid cold wet feet.
Excited for tomorrow, Harley picks out her clothes. While packing her backpack, she makes sure to bring her baby blue polaroid camera her mom got for her on her birthday. Her mother loved fish and sea animals. Before she passed, Harley wanted to be a photographer just like her mom. On the way to the aquarium she counted all of the coins she would throw in the wishing well, 38¢. That year her mother would have turned 38. Scoping through the aquarium was inspiring for little Harley. Seeing all of the fish was her favorite part of the field trip. And when she got home she showed her father then hung them up next to the pictures of her mom and her with a similar fish and the gold fins.
The witchy screams call out to me pleading for help. Every halloween they chant from the foggy forest behind the shed of my back yard. Mild winds blow strong an whistle through tree tops. With the moonlight shining brightly on my eyes, I lay awake like an insomniac. I count my steps on the way down stairs only to hear the screams eco the long halls. Grabbing my coat on the way, I head out the door eyeing them dead walking through the passing windows. My breath is visible as are my footprints. I can't help but look behind me. Nobody can see what's bound to happen to them. As I'm making my way down the sketchy path way in the woods, the streaming turn to humming and I feel my feet lift up from the snow. They gather around raising along side me. The dead wander through the wood mindlessly. My eyes glow and my teeth chatter to the point were it hurts. Still I continue to save them from what's coming. With blue white light surrounding and protecting us, we come back to the ground. The light spreads like wildfire and the zombies are put back to rest.Another successful Halloween night.
"It's real alright. I won" Rereading every number in order and I can't believe it's real. All we've needed was money just a little would do a lot of good for us. "Maybe with the money, we'd have food or clothes and even a notebook for school." Poor is close but the word your looking for is unfortunate. Before now there was no hope in finding wealth. I'm only 12, not old enough for a job but my younger brother depends on me. "I can't keep this secret any longer."Knowing the lottery money will cost me more then it's worth, I need to tell someone and get the money for my brother.But I can't help but wonder what they will do to me if it gets out. No matter what I need this."So promise you will help me and you won't tell anyone."I can tell her jaw wanted to drop.100 thousand is a lot for my age which is why I told the only adult I know. "Show me the ticket." For many reasons I don't trust my mother. Anyone else would help but personally I think she just wants her money back from the past 12 years. But she is my mother so I revealed the winning numbers on the piece of paper. "No way baby girl you won! How about we split it. You and your brother only need so much." Like I've said before there are many reasons I don't trust her. "No, I have to go get the money mom. We have to go claim it and-" Then a burning handprint stains my face. It's too often that she hits me. But when your mother drinks her emotions, feeling bad for her is all u can do. "No? You selfish greedy child! All these years of mistreatment and stress is from you two! The least I could get is a thanks for putting up with this shit! Give me the ticket!". When it comes to getting what she wants, my mother will show her true colors no matter who's around. Nothing will stop her especially not me. So I ran,far. They say money changes you but now I realize, money changes the people around you. I've just barely told one person and almost got robbed by my own mother. I've decided no money is worth this kind of change. The lottery is a gamble anyway. Someone else can have it. It's sitting at the deli a block away. No one I know deserves the money it'll do good for someone else. I knew it was too good to be true.
The Asheville winds comb through his dirty brown hair. He sits atop his horse searching for this place the long path has lead him. By sunset, he's barely halfway and with no complaint he continues. Watching the sun shine it's colors upon the broad mountains that touch the sky. He rides. The blue light of the moon pears through the vagrant white clouds. When his skin is covered in goosebumps, he sets up a tent to rest for the next day of his journey.
