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Storm

August 17, 2008
By AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

Life it too short to let you matter.


A new town; a new identity. My life has been full of new beginnings, never lasting long enough for any substance to be acquired, though that is not necessarily by choice. None of them are better then the next. Hope stays alive in me though, it’s all I have. I can feel that there is something for me out there, and just need to find it. I am still kept dreaming.

I am young with few belongings or things to tie me down. All of my possessions are either on my body or fit comfortably within my backpack. I never unpack it completely and am ready to move on at a moments notice. I’ve been moving for five years now, ever since puberty struck. My family cast me out. I don’t blame them; it’s safer for us both this way. I miss them though. I am so lonely.

After years of unfortunate mishaps, I’ve learned that little good comes from letting myself become especially angry. I meditate every morning and pride myself with staying composed under… tension thriving circumstances. For me it’s not a matter of regretting harsh words. Life or death stands in the balance.

I walk at the side of the worn dirt road, ducking when carts pass. The town is nearby; I’ll be there by nightfall. It’s small and I hope to stay there for a few weeks at least. A month would be wonderful. I’ve traveled a long way and could use a good rest. It’s more than I dare to expect.

At the local inn I am greeted with curious glances. I doubt this place sees many new faces. I am obviously a well traveled guest. One glance at my sturdily worn backpack, long gray jacket with a deep hood pulled over my head, thick breeches, and rough leather boots leaves no questions.

I sit at a table in the corner of the room. It’s dim, the sun’s light having left, and it makes the inn appear slightly less dingy. I’ve grown accustomed to such places. They have become my home for brief periods of time. I leave my hood on my head, wishing I could just go up to my lodging, but I need to eat and I'd rather not waste more of my road supplies.

I hesitantly order stew and water from the no-nonsense maid. She brings it in a timely manner. It’s not the best, but I’ve certainly had worse. I eat everything quickly, having learned the hard way not to waste food when my next meal is everything but certain.

Afterwards I retire to my room. It is simple with a small cot and table. There is a wobbly chair to the side. It doesn’t seem sturdy enough to carry any substantial amount of weight. The room didn’t cost much. It’s warm and dry, which is all I ask. I have limited funds left from what my family gave me when they also kicked me out. I’ve earned a little from what I sold of my jewelry and food I find on my travels. It won’t last for many more towns.

I slip my jacket, of worn leather lined with wool, off and sling it around my shoulders as I lay down for the night. I leave on my boots and keep my backpack within reaching distance. I close my eyes and prepare myself to doze lightly, keenly waiting for any sign of trouble.


I wake up to the sound of a horse having been run too hard. There are raised voices from just outside of the inn. I sit up and draw a jagged breath as I hear hurried feet come up the stairs. My door is thrown open violently and light courses in, momentarily blinding me.

When I can see again, I realize that it’s him. I thought I had lost him. He’s been on my trail since the last incident, but I thought he’d finally given up. Why does he torture us both so? I didn’t mean to do what I did, I never meant to. Now he puts us both in danger.

“Thought you’d gotten rid of me, did you, demon? Not so lucky this time. Now you’re finally going to answer for what you’ve done,” He says as he comes closer and I back away until my back touches the wall.

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” I say earnestly, frightened as he corners me. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t make me hurt you!”

He growls and says gruffly, “Don’t lie, you little witch. You planned it all along. She tried to help you. She tried to be your friend and look what you did to her. I’m tired of listening to your serpent tongue.”

He comes closer and I try to run past him, through the shadows and out of the present. His foot connects savagely with my back and I cry out as I hear something crack. Whimpering, I fall to the floor and crawl to the side, backing away from him. I hear others start to stir from the racket. I am afraid; more so of what I might do than what he could do to me.

“You took her from me,” He whispers angrily.

“I didn’t mean to,” I protest, unable to stop myself. “I was scared. I am someone else’s daughter too! Do you want to take me from them like I took her from you?” I plead as my eyes drag around the room, looking for an escape.

“I’ll send you back to your father, the devil!” He shouts, losing his hold on sanity as he lunges at me blindly.

Without thinking I point at him, and before he reaches me a line of electricity flows from me to him. His heart stops instantly with contact. I smell burnt flesh. Others are starting to come now, and without time to grieve, I rush past him, down the stairs, and down the road.

After hours of running on pure adrenaline, I stop deep in the woods. I pull my backpack under my coat as it starts to rain, drops quickly falling to match the tears streaming down my cheeks. Wind whips around me as nature lets it me known how upset I am. Shaking, I watch as lightning splits the sky in two, only reminding me of what I just did.

Its hours before I calm down and the sky clears. I fall into a restless, fitful slumber. It’s night again when I open my swollen blue eyes. I get up, stiff from sleeping on the hard ground but not at all unused to it. Signing I pick up my bag, knowing that I must keep going.

By now there will be search parties. Maybe instead of him following me I’ll be stalked by those that found him. I feel so guilty thinking of how I left him. There was little dignity in the entire situation. Him angry as I plead for both of our lives. It wasn’t his fault that I took away his only reason for living, and that afterwards the satisfaction of seeing me dead replaced it. I shudder and continue placing one foot in front of the other.

I hate to think of what I’ll do next, and who will be the price of my mistakes and loss of control. If only I could find a place to fit in, with others like me. Those who could teach me about what I can do so things like this won’t ever happen again. Where I could be myself, and the things I can do helpful, even appreciated.

I’ve been dreaming about a place like this for so long, with these nameless people. I’ll continue to hope and look, but things can’t go on like this for much longer. I’m so worn out, my body as well as my soul. This salvation has to stop being the reason I dream and become the reason why I wake up. Reality.



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on Aug. 16 2011 at 3:24 pm
millievm97 SILVER, Schoolcraft, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
The pen is mightier than the sword!

This is amazing! I keep finding a lot of talent in my hometown! Keep on writing!

Bambi67 SILVER said...
on Aug. 16 2011 at 12:51 pm
Bambi67 SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
remember that the future comes one day at a time.
Dean Acheson

Wow this is amazing i just want to continue reading. Your writing is awesome. Check out my work and leave any advice that can help me on my writing thank you!

apage94 SILVER said...
on Jul. 26 2011 at 3:04 pm
apage94 SILVER, Saint Peters, Missouri
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your writing is so good, everytime i read what you write i want it to be longer! you rule.

on Jul. 25 2011 at 11:06 pm
eram1029 BRONZE, Hialeah, Florida
1 article 1 photo 15 comments

Favorite Quote:
Human potential only goes as far as it is challenged.

I love your story telling, kept me hooked I would love to read what happens next!

TAR11 SILVER said...
on Jul. 25 2011 at 4:01 pm
TAR11 SILVER, Allison Park, Pennsylvania
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Cool story please check out mine, Sean Flynn, if you get the chance thanks! 

on Jul. 25 2011 at 1:02 pm
Country_Storm_Inspired, The Colony, Texas
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I definately agree!!!

writerssoul said...
on Jul. 3 2011 at 11:47 am
writerssoul, One, Delaware
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Oh my goodness. This is FRICKEN AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!

on Jun. 11 2011 at 11:21 pm
anonymous3197, Lake In The Hills, Illinois
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amazingggggggggg

on Jun. 11 2011 at 6:52 pm
Lola_Black GOLD, Harrison, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"I've always been famous. It's just everybody's just now finding out." --Lady Gaga

I think I love you : )

on Jun. 11 2011 at 9:26 am
K.M.S.Shear BRONZE, Cherokee, Iowa
2 articles 0 photos 57 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Some people think writing is a waist of their time. For me it’s a way to draw an image of myself through the painting of words."

i really liked it

 


on Jun. 11 2011 at 9:11 am
R5andParamore BRONZE, Manalapan, New Jersey
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SAME! I LOVED the Opulences, and now I love this one! You are OFFICIALLY my FAVORITE writer on Teen ink! Great work!

on May. 20 2011 at 1:09 pm
Fangstorm_The_Vampire GOLD, Tehachapi, California
15 articles 1 photo 49 comments

Favorite Quote:
It's a bird!
It's a midget!
NO. it's...... EDWARD ELRIC.

OKAY, NOW, you are OFFICIALLY my favorite writer. U rock! Ive read Opulence a billion times its soooo epic.

on Apr. 28 2011 at 4:12 pm
radicalhonesty GOLD, Alpharetta, Georgia
12 articles 2 photos 65 comments

Favorite Quote:
There is no situation, facet, or aspect of life that cannot be improved with pizza. -Daria

I think their should be either a sequel, prequel, or both! i want to know what happens!

on Apr. 6 2011 at 9:29 pm
FatesMistake13, Springerville, Arizona
0 articles 0 photos 157 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes." Oscar Wilde

"The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame."

This is really good. :) I like the plot, the intensity, and the feeling. The only problem (and this is only my opinion) is that its almost too dramatic. I also think you should build up to the climax more. Other than that i thoiught it was really amazing and well-written.

on Apr. 6 2011 at 12:18 pm
JelloAngel92 PLATINUM, Dundalk, Other
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Favorite Quote:
You've got to have ink in the pen!

I agree. This really could be a good idea for a novel. I'd read it.

on Mar. 19 2011 at 7:58 am
HorseLover SILVER, Dallas, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"A boat is safe in the harbor. But this is not the purpose of a boat."~Paulo Coelho, author of The Alchemist

You could really turn this into a novel or at least a novella or novellete. I really liked it.

on Mar. 16 2011 at 2:46 am
sunshine04 BRONZE, Vindhyanagar, Other
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you really have a art of creating question s and continuing suspence 

great piece

love to read more of it


on Mar. 15 2011 at 3:11 pm
This peace was inspiring this is an awesome peace i luv it you keep writing! its amazing and nice language

AshleeH GOLD said...
on Mar. 15 2011 at 10:52 am
AshleeH GOLD, Enterprise, Utah
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Good Piece! I love the suspense and how the plot is developed. Great job!

on Feb. 21 2011 at 6:36 pm
callen16 BRONZE, Berwyn, Pennsylvania
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Really good plot.  That's an interesting thing to write about.  It's really good, but I wasn't really drawn in until the middle/end.  Try to add more stuff in the beginning.