RIP Michael Melone.
I know we weren't terribly close throughout the years, but I know that you were always able to put a smile on everyones face. Even when they were at their worst. Im gonna miss you, we all are. But we know your in a better place now. Peace and love buddy.
Rest In Paradise.

The Night

I remember when I first started writing, it was early in 2009. Around I think it was February or March. I know I have it written down somewhere. Well, my first story started out as just something to occupy my time and mind with. NOTHING IN THE STORIES I WRITE ARE REAL. That is the biggest issue when people read some of my work. They always wonder if it has happened to me, I just want it to be clear from the beginning that my work is Fiction, with a hint of personal stuff. However, this first story has no personal experience.

In this first story I wrote I kinda just went with it. Everything just fit together naturally I guess. I decided that I am going to post the first couple of pages. I have not completed this one yet..and I am not sure if I ever will. Hope you enjoy! =)

(I titled it The Night, I don't know if it will stay that way but its all I got currently.)
PS: I forgot to mention something, the  ____  <-- those blanks are because I could not cmoe up with a good nickname that fit the masterpiece, If you have an ideas (Or any thoughts at all) Please do comment!

Ch.1

I woke up that morning thinking I was dead. Nothing felt right. My body felt weak and my heart and mind destroyed from too many fantasies. My whole world came crashing down in one night, with one silly mistake. I didn’t have much strength after what had happened, but eventually I got myself to sit up and realize what had happened.

            I was only eight years old when I was raped. The dark alley is still visible in my mind, and to this day nobody knows what happened except for me.

            I remember that night being fun but scary. My sister decided she was going to go out with her friends, even though our parents specifically told us to stay in while they went out. Bethany got into the car and drove away. I, on the other hand, was young and stupid. Since I was only eight, I'd decided I would go for a walk around the apartment complex. I got on my wool sweater and my dark brown boots. As I walked outside I remembered seeing police cars parked all over the place, and a few young boys being arrested for fighting back. It was a pretty damn cold night, but much better than most.

            I walked past the fire escape and cut through the main yard. That’s when my eyes met with his. I knew his name, and had heard about him before. His nickname had always been _____, which I never understood why. He looked like a grizzly bear, with the brightest shade of green eyes I had ever seen. He was obviously tired as he walked toward the courtyard in the middle of building 209. He nearly fell over, and then I noticed the knife that he dropped onto the hard concrete. It shined like a million diamonds just lying there for someone to steal. As soon as he straightened himself up, got the knife, and looked back at me, I knew this was it. I was dead before anything had even happened. My mind thought quicker than my eyes and the rest of my little girl body. I turned around and bumped into a wall. _____ started to walk toward me, I began to pant. My heart was racing so fast I couldn't breathe; I began to walk faster back to my apartment building. He followed slowly…because older couples were still up and about. I was thinking about screaming, but I felt a huge lump stuck in my throat. I wanted to cry right then and there.

            I was getting weaker and weaker the more my mind drifted into darkness. Part of me thought about just stopping and making the pain disappear quicker. I turned around slightly, just to see if he was there. I saw his shadow at my side. How close was he? I looked up and there he was, running along side of me. I ran faster and faster. With each quickening breathe I felt death shooting closer and closer.

            As soon as I saw a light in a car nearby, I ran toward it; screaming as loud as I could. "Help!" I saw a young woman get out of the car. It was Bethany, she was saying goodbye as I was running toward her side. I grabbed onto Bethany's leg and wept until my shirt was soaking.

"What's wrong with your sister?"

"I'm not sure. She probably thinks some stupid monster is after her."

"Ha. See ya later Beth!"

"Okay, see ya tomorrow Casey!"

            As soon as Casey, Bethany's crush, pulled away I got thrown to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing Madison?! You do realize you just completely embarrassed me for life. I hate you! And nothing is after you so just get over your childish fantasies!"

            I looked around before I got up, just to make sure he was gone. Bethany made her way back to our front door while talking to her friends on her cell. My heart was still racing and by now I was breaking a sweat. I ran up to Bethany and our front door and told her that I was sorry and I loved her. She just said it was fine, and she understood I must've been scared being home alone.

            As Bethany hung up her phone she searched her purse for her keys. I looked for mine to, realizing I must've dropped them while running away from him. Bethany found the spare key underneath the Welcome mat in front of our door. We opened the door, but never made it inside.

            He was right there behind us holding both of our arms. Bethany began to scream and he slapped her across the face and then dropped my arm. I began kicking him, and then ran. I didn’t want to leave my sister, but I figured he would follow me. He did. He ran after me and pushed me down the flight of stairs to get to the floor our room was on. I fell down those stairs and smacked the cement, cutting open my forehead. I began feeling dizzy and knowing that this wasn’t it.

            I got myself up and ran. I noticed he was still after me and Bethany was gone. I cried and screamed as loud as I could. He caught up to me; grabbing my arm he put tape around my mouth. I was dragged to the back alley by all the dumpsters. Thrown against the ground I remember seeing a body; a body in the back bushes. I cried more. I couldn’t breathe or move.

            He ripped off my clothes as I screamed. He slapped me and told me to shut the fuck up. Then he pulled out his knife. I immediately stopped screaming and crying all together. How could someone do this? Why would they?

            He began touching me and I went numb. I was shaking and cold and I felt violated. He took his clothes off as he rubbed up against my adolescent body. I wanted to get out from underneath him but he was too big, and I was like a baby crushed under a boulder. He pushed himself in and out of me. I screamed and cried some more. He didn’t stop, he just held onto me tighter. When he got off of me he grabbed me at my waist and stood me up. I was mostly in shock and was thinking of my escape.

            I eventually kicked him and he fell over. I ran through the complex. I got to my apartment, ran inside and locked the doors and windows. I searched the house for Bethany, eventually found her underneath the table crying. I hugged her under that table until I couldn’t anymore.

            Once it started to brighten up outside, Bethany walked me to the shower and got me in. she cleaned my cuts and my privates. She noticed the blood. I said nothing, and she just cried. Once I was cleaned she got sweats and a t-shirt onto me. I didn’t say anything.

            I lay down on the couch and Bethany made some TV dinners for us. She claimed she wasn’t crying, but I could still hear her whimpering. Her make-up had run down her face and onto her white sweater. I sat up to eat some food, but didn’t feel like it. Bethany cradled me for hours, as I just sat with a cold look on my face. I stayed in shock for a few days she had told me.

            Once my parents got home later that day Bethany hugged them. I slept in my room, and still didn’t speak. When my parents left for work a few hours later, I called the police. I reported _____ and made sure they knew that he was hurting people. I also told them about the body in the bushes. They tested the body and checked it and everything, it was Casey. When Bethany found out she cried and I held her just as she had held me.

              I remembered hearing her at night, sitting and crying. Sometimes staring at his anything more about what happened that night, and neither did Bethany. Our parents didn’t ask much of us in the first place, so it was normal for us to be away from them when they were home.

            Eventually our parents began to drift more and more away from Bethany and I. Bethany and I were much older. I was 18 and she was 24. We both had jobs and earned a decent amount of money to support ourselves together. We decided we would always stay together ever since that one night.

            One day Bethany and I packed up our belongings and left. We no longer wanted to feel stuck in the past, and remember that night that haunted us for years. As we packed up she found my clothes from that night ten years ago. I asked where she found them; she just stared at me blankly.

“Bethany? Where were those??”

“Window sill…I thought…”

“Yeah, I didn’t have them.”

“But, then, how?”

“I haven’t seen them in here before. Maybe, I don’t know.”

“He put them here. I know he did. He must’ve.”

“But, when? Today? Ten years ago? He couldn’t have.” He wouldn’t have, I thought to myself. When, really, I believed my sister more than ever. He had been here. The window was unlocked. He was here.  Somewhere.

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first entry.

So here's the deal, I am a writer. Not by profession, but by love and expression and more. I always start writing either a story or keeping my thoughts on paper. That kinda stuff isn't really working to well. So I am constantly on Facebook, and my laptop in general; I decided to create this blog for that reason (and pure curiosity). I'm just gonna see where this takes me. Whether this be an outlet for my crazy hectic life, or to write more for my fabulous (and strange) stories. =) Here I go!