Left Alone: Part One~!

Heyyzz~! PArt one ish out and i don't really think the title matches the story anymore so i might change it... Suggestions anyone?? thxx for reading it<33
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Left Alone: Part One

“Brianna, RUN! RUN!” the words echoed around my mind. I saw her hurt expression. Her puffy red cheeks and her face wet with tears. I asked myself, ‘who is that girl??’ and closed my eyes. The girl’s expression stuck to my head. ‘Why did it choose to haunt me?’ ‘Who is Brianna?’

“Wake up, Gabby, Wake up Gabby~!” the alarm clock sang.
I groaned, wanting a hour more of sleep. ‘Gabby, wake up! Wake up lazybones! Gabby!! It’s time to get out of bed!! Gab-.’ I slammed my hand on the annoying alarm clock and trudged my feet to the bathroom. Looking at my pale face in the bathroom, I smiled. It was nice to see someone I knew in the mirror every morning. But then the face seemed to change. Instead of my face, it was the girl in my dreams. Her face was blotchy. Her hair was messed up. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her face had cuts on them. But what made me feel scared the most was the fact that it seemed to talk. “I hate you, Jewel! You’re a betrayer! What is wrong with you?! Why did you do this to me?!” Tears were streaming down her face. I shook my head and stared at the mirror. There were no signs of the girl. I smiled. Brushing my teeth and washing my face I thought about what I just saw. “ Who the heck is ‘Jewel’?”

“Gabby, sweetie, it’s time for school!”
“Okay, Mom! I’m coming!!”

Throwing on my blue striped hood, and a pair of paint covered jeans, I struggled with brushing my hair while putting on my socks. My mom chuckled when she walked into my room, but went right back out. I grabbed my book bag, and a slice of toast. Slipping on my shoes, I ran out the door where the bus was waiting. School awaited, and so did my friends.

“Gabby!!!!!!!”
“Hi, Tina~”
“Gabby!”
“Heys, Fane~”
“Gabby, hey girl”
“Hallo, Alicia”
My three best friends greeted me as I got off the bus. Tina was smiling holding a novel in her hand. She was smart, and was a whiz in math. Fane was smiling and reached out for a hug. She understood how I felt the most, and was my closest friend of them all. Alicia was putting on lip gloss and smiling. She was popular, but unlike all the other girls she hung out with, she wasn’t mean. She was nice and was pretty.

“Did you guys know we had a science test today?” asked Fane.
“Oh. My. God. Do we??? Oh. My. God. I forgot to study!!! Oh. MY. God.” screamed Tina as she flipped through her binder.
“Calm down, Tina, we all know you’re going to ace the test, WITHOUT studying,” Alicia said.
“I hope you’re right,” Tina sighed.
It was nice to see them talking like this. It felt like I was free. But even the smiles on my best friends’ faces, couldn’t shake the image of the girl and what she said. It made me think, and wonder about her. Without thinking I asked my friends, “Do any of you guys know who the heck is Jewel?”

“I think my mom told me that, about 9 years ago, when we are still five, a girl named Jewel Carla Fa, reported to the police that her ‘best friend’ Brianna was a criminal. That her dad was a criminal and they were running away from the police. But then she ran away, and was found unconscious at the bottom of a mountain. They said it was because she had been crying too hard, and her vision was blurred so she didn’t know that she would fall,” Tina volunteered.

I thought about it and smiled to Tina.
“Thanks, but can you tell me more about her?”
“Um… I can ask my mom,” Tina offered.
“Thanks a bunch.”

I was now one step closer to solving this mystery, and I wanted to find out more…

To be continued.

Poetry: I Used to Believe

I'm bored... and found this poem in my notebook, and remembered i wrote i recently.. and i like it... so i thought, i could post it up... since...there is nothing else to do!
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I used to believe that,
Penguins could fly,
And dragons were alive,
I used to believe that,
Monkies could talk,
And dolphins could walk,
I used to believe that,
Tigers were cute small cats,
And chickens had no feathers,
I used to believe tat,
Santa Claus was evilm
And angels were normal people,
I used to believe that,
You were my friend,
And our friendship,
Won't ever end,
But all of those things are,
Used-to-be's,
And now i believe that,
We're all looking for someone to understand us,
And that we're all keeping secrets,
I used to believe,
But now,
i WiSH, i DR3AM, i H0P3&i L3ARN

Left Alone: Prolouge

I'm still writing Only Hope, but i dont wanna type it at the moment so i'll start a new story~! And if you were wondering why i havent been updating, it was because i forgot my password... ^^"" so.. Gomenasai~!
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Left Alone- Prolouge

''Run, Run! Run, Brianna! Run!! Run for your life! Run, Brianna!! Run! Don't Let them get you! Run Brianna! RUN! RUN!''

Tears streamed down my face as I shouted. I had betrayed her. I was left alone. Why did I do this? Why?? Why hadn't i listened to that little voice in my head? I turned around, I didn't want to see what would happen next. As tears fell down my face and hit the ground, I couldn't shake the picture of her face stained with tears because i had betrayed her. Why i did it? i don't even know. I hate myself. I caused myself pain... I hate myself... Why... why... why... Running away, i never want to come back again, never see them again, run away forever. I hate myself. I swear upon my life, I, Jewel Carla Fa, solemnly swear to never come back to this town, Emerald Hills, ever ever again. And if i do so, i shall lose all my friends, and kill myself. I swear on my life. Forever, i shall be, an outcast, someone who doesnt belong here.

I ran, ran as fast as i could, leaving Emerald Hills, the place i lived my whole life, the place i was raised, the place where everyone i loved were. Only turning back once, i ran away. Never wanting to see this place again.

To be continued...

One Hope-Part Five*

“She may forget things from her past,” a male’s voice said. I heard weeping. “My poor baby,” someone wailed. I opened my eyes, and then sat straight up. “Am I dead?” I asked. That was the first thing I said. “No,” someone said. “What’s a ‘No’?”
The woman gasped, and fainted. I stared at her with wonder, for how could such a being like her just topple onto the ground in a second?? ‘It must take great skill’ I thought. Then another person came and asked me, “Do you know your name?” “What’s a ‘name’?” Then he stared at me. “Your name is Selena, and the woman that has just fainted is your mother,” he said. “Selena’s a pretty name,” I offered. Then he hit his forehead with his hand and asked me to read a bunch of squiggly lines. I had no idea what it had on it then he told me, “This is the alphabet.” ‘What weird things they have,’ I thought. He walked out of the room with a small square above the floor on four circles things that moved. On top of it was my mother. He left me there thinking, ‘Who am I?’
Several days later, I woke up on a white bed. I opened my eyes and saw a girl with cat-green eyes and red hair. “Thank gods, your okay!” my brow wrinkled in confusion.

“Who are you?”
“I’m your best friend.”
“What’s a ‘best friend’”?
“Are you kidding me?”
“What’s ‘kidding’?”
“Who are you and what have you done to Selena?”
“I’m Selena, the doctor said it!”
“Then why are you acting all strange?”
“What’s ‘strange’?”
“Ugh! I give up!”

Chealsea stormed out of the room, forgetting the real reason why she was there. Chealsea had realized that she was missing her charm bracelet shortly after the accident. She thought that if she went to get it back everything could be the same again. But, she didn’t know that every thing was completely different. Nothing will ever be the same again.
“Doctor, what is wrong with Selena?”
“Well, she’s having troubles…”
“Meaning?”
“She lost her memory.”

Chealsea fainted. And all that time I was eavesdropping I wonder what the doctor was talking about.

One Hope-Part Four~

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock rang at seven in the morning exactly. Not a second more and not a second less. ‘I guess it’s time to wake up,’ I thought. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror, but I didn’t think it was me in the mirror. Not with the crimson red eyes, and the white face. Not the tangled hair and the pale lips. It couldn’t be me. Then I remembered the fight with my mom. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and ran out of my room. In the hall I threw on my sneakers and slung my backpack on my shoulder. I was about to run out the door, when I thought about the fight. I slowly closed it and longed for my mother’s soft honey voice humming in the morning and lighting up the beginning of the day with her bright smile. I shook my head and crept up the creaky stairs quietly.
I heard sobs. “Why didn’t I tell our daughter about you? Why is she so upset? What did I do wrong?” my mom cried. I saw her stroking a small picture frame decorated with beautiful shells. In the frame was a picture of a familiar face, the face I saw every time I opened my diary: my father’s face. Then my mom started to go towards the door I was hiding behind. I remember what she had done and stomped down the stairs heading out the oak door. SLAM! The door closed with a slam behind me and I ran to the bus stop…
“Selleeennnaaaa~~,” I heard a voice sing. I turned and saw a girl with the looks of my best friend Chealsea but with brown hair and not red. “Hullo! You like my hair?” Chealsea asked. I stared at her with my brown eyes with a frown. “I hate it,” I had sneered. ‘Why did I say that?!’ Chealsea asked, “Why?” I looked at her with disgust. “It’s something called ugly. Do you need me to spell it out for you? Or do you know how it’s spelled. After all you should know. You are the spelling bee champ,” I jeered. It alarmed me. I never said those things before and now I was. “Get out of my face now bitch!” Chealsea looked at my white face then ran off. In the spot she was once was, was a silver charm bracelet. One of them stood out more then the others. It was a sleek blue dolphin. The bus hadn’t arrived yet so I decided to walk to school.
I was crossing the block when it happened. I hadn’t noticed that the light had changed and I wasn’t supposed to cross. I was deep in thought. And that’s why it had chosen to do this to me…
CRASH! BEEP! HONK! BOOM! A car had run into me. ‘I deserve this for being cruel to my best friend, and my widowed mother.’ I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes. I prayed for death to take me. I hoped for the cold hands of death to take my soul. I wanted to die. I wished with all my might that I could melt away. I heard the sound of wailing sirens, and the whispering of curious people. I felt an adult holding on to my arm and checking my pulse. I tasted water streaming into my throat. I saw blood. I wanted to disappear from the face of earth… take me…. Then my world went black, and I didn’t know what happened. I just knew that I may be dead.

One Hope-Part Three<3

“So… what’s up with dad?” I asked. “Well… you see…,” my mom started. “Yea? Go on…” “Well, he’s not exactly here…,”my mom continued. I stared at her with confusion. “He’s not here right now because he’s traveling like you told me.” “Well… that’s not the truth,” my mom said uncomfortably. “Then, what’s the truth?” “He’s…He’s…He’s…,”my mom started. Then tears started to flow down her face like a river. “He’s WHAT?” “d-dead…,”my mom stuttered. My eyes widened, but not with sadness or shock, but with anger.
“WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I KEPT ON DREAMING THAT HE’D COME BACK!” I exclaimed with anger. “I never thought you’d need to know…,”my mother chocked out.

“BUT I’M THIRTEEN AND I DESERVED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE I AM REALATED TO BY BLOOD! AND HE WAS MY FATHER! I LOVED HIM EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T KNOW HIM WELL!”

“I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD EVEN WANT TO KNOW THAT MUCH AND I DIDN’T WANT TO HARM YOU EITHER!” my mom screamed.

“I CONTINUED TO DREAM, I CONTINUED TO WISH, AND I CONTINUED TO HOPE THAT HE’D COME BACK TO ME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING! BUT NO HE’S NOT EVEN HERE, NOT EVEN CLOSE! YOU WANTED TO HIDE THIS FROM ME FOREVER?!” I screamed with hurt, fear, confusion and sadness.

“I never said forever,” my mom tried.
“I don’t care anymore… you don’t care about how I felt did you? You wanted to hide this from me. Didn’t you know it would hit me so hard? Didn’t you know that the longer you hid this from me, the more pain it would cause me? Didn’t you-” I cried. “ENOUGH!” my mother shouted. I looked at her once with my brown eyes. Turned and ran up the stairs slamming the door to my room.

I pulled out the diary my mother had given me and write inside the heart ‘R.I.P. my dad….’ Then I started my entry:
‘My mom is a liar. She intended to hide from me everything about my dad. How could she? I’m her daughter and I deserved to know. Why did she lie to me? Why did she do this to me? Why didn’t she think about how I would feel?? Why wouldn’t she tell me a single DETAIL about my dad… I never knew that my mother would do this to me… why won’t she let me know about dad? Why? It wasn’t like he was a criminal! Or maybe it’s just because she can’t trust me. But whatever it is. I’m mad at her for not telling me the truth.’

I closed the diary, and turned off the light, burying my head under my pillows wondering why my mom had to do this to me. And I fell asleep with my face stained with tears…