CelesteA
07-31-2010, 05:50 PM
lol no title :P
This is just a short storie (yes i spell storie wrong on purpose.) I'm thinking of making it into like a prologue. lol
Also I think I go back and forth between spellign her name Kaitlyn and Caitlyn ..... lol
I think it's better on the site :P http://celestea.glogster.com/killing-caitlyn/
Flaming hot blood rushed through my veins. Sweat droplets formed on my forehead. Screams filled the room while I heard the faint sirens coming down the long dirt road. I could sense the metallic smell of blood and gunpowder. I could hear people restraining a young frustrated boy in the corner holding a gun.
All my thoughts were racing as I sat in the back seat of Officer Webster’s car. It's sirens were waking up the small town of Chaplin that seemed to be surrounded by trees. The lights of the police car changed from red, to white, to blue illuminating the pitch black roads of Chaplin. Chaplin was a small, quiet town tucked in between the great forests of Connecticut.
Warm, salty tears ran down my rosy cheeks as I tried not to make any noise. Officer Webster had been kind enough to hand me a tissue.
“If you could pull over now that’d be great,” said Caitlyn with a tired looking expression.
“Fine with me... have a good night. You don’t know how much I appreciate what you did. Thanks again,” said Officer Webster.
I noticed Officer Webster was looking to the left out of his car window, right at my old house. That was peculiar. I then opened the door and he said one last thing to me.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” These words rang in my head like a church bell. I slammed the car door shut and trudged through my neighbor’s lawn to get to my house. It was a little old house, but it suited my “style”. I could hear Officer Webster pull away from the curb as soon as I got to her porch and was unlocking the stubborn door.
It all happened in such a blur. It wasn’t Stacey’s fault for getting shot, but technically it was Cody’s fault because he invited Dylan, a drunk who likes to party on Fridays and then enjoy his usual Saturday morning hangover. But, Cody should have known seeing as Dylan would be even more depressed because his parents kicked him out. He couldn’t even stand up straight when he walked in! Cody should have sent him home, but no, he didn’t. Stacey should have kept her mouth shut. She told him that that his parents were right and that he needs to stop drinking and to get a life. This made Dylan furious which resulted in him shooting Stacey.
When I opened the door my parents were asleep on the couch. My little brother Tommy was asleep in his little bed softly snoring. I saw the kitchen lights flickering. I quietly tried to sneak up the stairs but you got to love those creaky stairs that tells every parent that their daughter just walked in trying to hide something.
“Young lady, it’s nearly four o’ clock in the morning. Where were you last night?” my father screamed.
“Dad let me expl-“I tried to explain, but my rude worried father interrupted me.
“Caitlyn, you better have a good explanation!!” my dad screamed as my eyes started swelling up with tears.
“Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything, I was at the police station for most of the night,” I choked out.
“AT THE POLICE STATION? Caitlyn…,” my dad screamed at me with a harsh tone.
“Dad it’s not what you think,” I choked out seeing as I was sobbing.
“Oh really? Let me call Officer Webster right now and see what he has to say about this,” said my enraged father.
“Charlie, just let her speak, there has to be something bigger than a crime that’s making her this upset,” my mom chimed in. She was trying to calm my father down before he hurt somebody which probably would have been me. My parents plopped down on the couch expecting to hear lies.
“You see, I was at Cody’s party with Stacey and then we got in a fight. Then Dylan showed up drunk. Stacey insulted him and bang she got shot. As soon as Dylan got there I was going to leave, but I had the urge to stay because I could tell something bad was going to happen. But mom, it was the scariest thing I have ever seen.” I sobbed out as me and my mom embraced in a hug. We were both crying, I could tell. My dad just sat there, his face in awe until I saw streaks of tears running down his face like the rain in the Amazon Rainforest. The tears looked like they were dripping off a tree’s bright green leaves until it slowly plopped into a puddle with a sound of Ker plunk.
“Are, are, are you alright?” my dad stuttered.
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m just glad you’re okay. I’m sorry; it’s just that we were worried about you. Its four o’clock in the morning and I didn’t know where you were. You could have been kidnapped for all we knew,” sighed my dad.
“I know, I know,” I yawned.
I walked up the creaky stairs to my room. My room was pitch black, almost as black as the grim reapers eyes. I could see the pictures hanging upon my walls dancing. I sat there in bed just thinking. What if I was the one that got shot? The thoughts that were going through my head were horrifying. I guess it could’ve been a good idea to drift off to dream land… that is if my dreams weren’t nightmares. I just wish that I could have prevented this from happening in some sort of way. It’s my entire fault. I don’t deserve to live. When I could hear the faint sound of my fathers snoring, I crept down stair and turned on the lights. I could hear the pitter patter of the pouring rain on the roof. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a not to my parents.
Dear Mom, Dad, and Tommy,
I’m sorry for doing this. I just have to. I hope you understand. Just remember that I love you and always will. Don’t you forget it.
Love,
Kaitlyn
I then carefully folded the tear drenched note and slid it into an envelope. I went over to the knife rack and took one last look at my reflection on the blade of the knife. I sharpened the dull knife, said my prayers and then life was drained from me.
This is just a short storie (yes i spell storie wrong on purpose.) I'm thinking of making it into like a prologue. lol
Also I think I go back and forth between spellign her name Kaitlyn and Caitlyn ..... lol
I think it's better on the site :P http://celestea.glogster.com/killing-caitlyn/
Flaming hot blood rushed through my veins. Sweat droplets formed on my forehead. Screams filled the room while I heard the faint sirens coming down the long dirt road. I could sense the metallic smell of blood and gunpowder. I could hear people restraining a young frustrated boy in the corner holding a gun.
All my thoughts were racing as I sat in the back seat of Officer Webster’s car. It's sirens were waking up the small town of Chaplin that seemed to be surrounded by trees. The lights of the police car changed from red, to white, to blue illuminating the pitch black roads of Chaplin. Chaplin was a small, quiet town tucked in between the great forests of Connecticut.
Warm, salty tears ran down my rosy cheeks as I tried not to make any noise. Officer Webster had been kind enough to hand me a tissue.
“If you could pull over now that’d be great,” said Caitlyn with a tired looking expression.
“Fine with me... have a good night. You don’t know how much I appreciate what you did. Thanks again,” said Officer Webster.
I noticed Officer Webster was looking to the left out of his car window, right at my old house. That was peculiar. I then opened the door and he said one last thing to me.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” These words rang in my head like a church bell. I slammed the car door shut and trudged through my neighbor’s lawn to get to my house. It was a little old house, but it suited my “style”. I could hear Officer Webster pull away from the curb as soon as I got to her porch and was unlocking the stubborn door.
It all happened in such a blur. It wasn’t Stacey’s fault for getting shot, but technically it was Cody’s fault because he invited Dylan, a drunk who likes to party on Fridays and then enjoy his usual Saturday morning hangover. But, Cody should have known seeing as Dylan would be even more depressed because his parents kicked him out. He couldn’t even stand up straight when he walked in! Cody should have sent him home, but no, he didn’t. Stacey should have kept her mouth shut. She told him that that his parents were right and that he needs to stop drinking and to get a life. This made Dylan furious which resulted in him shooting Stacey.
When I opened the door my parents were asleep on the couch. My little brother Tommy was asleep in his little bed softly snoring. I saw the kitchen lights flickering. I quietly tried to sneak up the stairs but you got to love those creaky stairs that tells every parent that their daughter just walked in trying to hide something.
“Young lady, it’s nearly four o’ clock in the morning. Where were you last night?” my father screamed.
“Dad let me expl-“I tried to explain, but my rude worried father interrupted me.
“Caitlyn, you better have a good explanation!!” my dad screamed as my eyes started swelling up with tears.
“Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything, I was at the police station for most of the night,” I choked out.
“AT THE POLICE STATION? Caitlyn…,” my dad screamed at me with a harsh tone.
“Dad it’s not what you think,” I choked out seeing as I was sobbing.
“Oh really? Let me call Officer Webster right now and see what he has to say about this,” said my enraged father.
“Charlie, just let her speak, there has to be something bigger than a crime that’s making her this upset,” my mom chimed in. She was trying to calm my father down before he hurt somebody which probably would have been me. My parents plopped down on the couch expecting to hear lies.
“You see, I was at Cody’s party with Stacey and then we got in a fight. Then Dylan showed up drunk. Stacey insulted him and bang she got shot. As soon as Dylan got there I was going to leave, but I had the urge to stay because I could tell something bad was going to happen. But mom, it was the scariest thing I have ever seen.” I sobbed out as me and my mom embraced in a hug. We were both crying, I could tell. My dad just sat there, his face in awe until I saw streaks of tears running down his face like the rain in the Amazon Rainforest. The tears looked like they were dripping off a tree’s bright green leaves until it slowly plopped into a puddle with a sound of Ker plunk.
“Are, are, are you alright?” my dad stuttered.
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m just glad you’re okay. I’m sorry; it’s just that we were worried about you. Its four o’clock in the morning and I didn’t know where you were. You could have been kidnapped for all we knew,” sighed my dad.
“I know, I know,” I yawned.
I walked up the creaky stairs to my room. My room was pitch black, almost as black as the grim reapers eyes. I could see the pictures hanging upon my walls dancing. I sat there in bed just thinking. What if I was the one that got shot? The thoughts that were going through my head were horrifying. I guess it could’ve been a good idea to drift off to dream land… that is if my dreams weren’t nightmares. I just wish that I could have prevented this from happening in some sort of way. It’s my entire fault. I don’t deserve to live. When I could hear the faint sound of my fathers snoring, I crept down stair and turned on the lights. I could hear the pitter patter of the pouring rain on the roof. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a not to my parents.
Dear Mom, Dad, and Tommy,
I’m sorry for doing this. I just have to. I hope you understand. Just remember that I love you and always will. Don’t you forget it.
Love,
Kaitlyn
I then carefully folded the tear drenched note and slid it into an envelope. I went over to the knife rack and took one last look at my reflection on the blade of the knife. I sharpened the dull knife, said my prayers and then life was drained from me.