Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Post When Everyone Realizes Juliana Has Lost Her Mind

Last time I finished writing a book, it took me six months to come up with another plot to write about. 
This time it took me roughly 20 hours.
Hold on everybody, cause here we go again.
No promises this one will be good, but it's worth a shot, right?
:)

Part I: Lost

Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop.
Rain drums on the leaves above me. I turn onto my side, covering myself with more leaves. I peek out from them and look up at the stars. You can’t see many tonight, because clouds cover the sky. I pick out a few and watch them until a rain droplet falls into my eye and I curl back into a tight dry ball.
I don’t care for rain. I have bad memories associated with rain. I wish we didn’t have to sleep outside tonight, but we couldn’t find shelter before dark.  My brothers don’t care for rain any more than I do, I know.
I close my eyes and can’t help but play that night over in my mind. My throat tightens and hurts. I tell myself to calm down. It doesn’t do much good. I breathe deeply and try to sleep.
Not much chance of that though. The night’s cold and cutting. The leaves offer absolutely no protection from the bitter cold. I pull my red jacket closer to me and pull the hood up.
I lay like that for an hour before I realize I’m not going to get any sleep.
I push the leaves away from my face and roll over onto my side. Careful not to wake my brothers I stand up. I cover someone’s  arm and leg sticking out with the leaves I’m not using.
I tiptoe away from them. We’re in the middle of some sort of forest and I can’t see much in front of me. I find a spot where the trees cover the sky, blocking out the rain. I lay down on my back and close my eyes.
The silence is only interrupted by the sounds of the forest and that’s the way I like it.
All of a sudden a hand clamps over my mouth. It drags me to my feet. The person is taller than me and I am off the ground in this person’s grasp. I try to get away but I’m not strong enough. I can’t see who holds me but I’m almost certain I am doomed.
“Let her down,  Sophie. She’s too small to get away or do us any harm.”
I hate when people tell me I’m too small to do anything. Nothing makes me more angry.
 She drops me on the ground. I look up to see her towering above me. She has black hair and green eyes. She’s pretty, but in a strange way. She’s very tall and looks incredibly strong. I wonder what she wants with me.
“Who are you?”
I shake my head and look down at the ground. I’m not going to answer her. She lifts a hand to strike me, but stops at the sound of a boy’s voice.
“Don’t hit her. That won’t get us anywhere.”
“You’re going soft, are you? When did that happen, hmm?”
He steps out of the shadows. He’s taller than me as well, but not as tall as the girl. I judged the girl to be 4 or 5 years older than me, but he only looks 2 or 3 years older than me.
He has blond hair and the same green eyes as his sister. Or so, I believe it’s his sister. They look a lot alike. It’s a logical assumption.
The eyes are what strikes me. Takes my breath away. His eyes, and his sister’s. It’s like looking straight into a forest, the way the colors blend and mix.
He looks at me looking at him. He cocks his head, studying me. I look away from his gaze.
“I’m not going soft. But I’m not a cruel animal, either.” He says quietly.
She snorts. “Whatever.”
She stares at me. “What are you doing here?”
I really don’t want to answer this question.
And so, I open my mouth to scream.
Only, instead of a shrill scream filling the air, all I hear is hollow silence. I close my mouth.
I should have known I wouldn’t be able to scream. My throat hurts now. I lower my eyes to the ground. I can feel both of them staring at me, waiting for an answer.
An idea comes to me. I point to my throat, and make a motion with my hands like they’re talking. Then I shake my head no.
“I don’t think she can talk, sister.”
“I think you may be right.” She comes closer toward me. “Do you have family around here that I may speak to?”
I’m shaking my head no when my brothers break through the trees.

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