| Katniss |
09-15-2011 04:28 AM |
Story I'm writing (Any Feedback?)
Writing this.. 'bout a girl who's mother got killed by a gang, she's running from them. Yeah, I know its cliche so far, but i'm not done..
I grasp ahold of his arm. “Don't leave yet!”
He shakes his head in disgust, as if I am a pest that just needs a quick spray of Bug-Be-Gone to leave his life. I pull harder. He can't leave me, not now, not yet. He knows that, he knows how much it will hurt both of us. He couldn't care less.
“Listen, I don't care 'bout you anymore, Syan. Don't care 'bout you or your mother! I needa get out of this place before..”
I look up at the man I wish I could call 'Dad'. “Before what?”
He sighs, shaking his head once again. “You're too young to understand, too young I tell 'ya! Let me leave now, okay? Let me leave!”
I slowly release my grip on the man, falling back onto the concrete. He rushes into his car, starting the engine and driving out of my view. I scream, scream for someone to help me. My mother rushes out. “Syan? Syan! What's wrong?!”
“He.. he left!”
She looks at me coldly. “I knew he would. That's just the type of man he is, you know. Just the type of man. But you're only 6, now. Can't expect you to get it, no...” Her voice begins to mumble off, and she clutches the necklace that hangs loosely around her neck.
My mother picks me up and walks me inside the small apartment we live in. It reeks of unwashed clothes and despair. I lay my head down, crying my heart out. My eyes are closed, and I hear a gunshot. All fades to black...
I wake up, screaming. Not that dream again, I'm sick of it. I need to get ahold of myself, need to get out of this place. I'm 15 now, homeless. Wandering the streets is fun for a while, but soon it starts getting old. Sure, I have my friends here and there who can lend me a bed for a night if its particularly rainy or cold. But ever since my dad disappeared and my mother was shot... I've been running.
I know they are after me. They got my mom, yes. They got her, but they can't get me. Not as long as I can keep running, running from what is destined to happen. No, they can't get me.
So how is it? Feedback? Critique?
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