A long walk home
It was about three AM and I was getting tired. My mom had dropped me off at a sleepover that was at the wrong house, that I wasn’t even invited to in the first place! I had no cellular devices at the time so it made it very hard to get home.
Running with a bag on your back is very hard to do when you had several tests in your classes that day.
It was Friday and today did not go so well. You see I have these things called depression and psychosis. I am always tired and sad. I always fake being sad, but always get called out for it. I get bullied a lot at school for my depression. My psychosis makes me see things, creepy things. Like blood dripping from the walls...
In a car, it usually takes about ten minutes to get home to where I live. It would now take me at least three hours to walk home. My mom probably wasn’t nervous or anything, but I was! If I came home my mom would be in tears. She would have been so upset at herself.
I had walked so far that I couldn’t see either town. It felt like I had been walking for hours when it had probably only been thirty minutes.
It was autumn so the leaves under my feet crunched as I walked.
I noticed a tall, white figure in the distance. It had wavy tentacle-like things sprouting out of its back. I stopped scared, it had looked so real.
I slowly blinked. It magically was gone. Poofed away. Without the slightest sign why.
I was super curious. I decided to look in the woods. “Hello?” I asked. I covered my mouth with both hands. That was not supposed to come out of my mouth. I crept through the woods. “He-hello?” I asked again. I was just about to slap myself in the face when… “it” appeared. A slender man, and very tall. I stared at its face intently. Where are the eyes, the nose, the mouth? I thought. “Where is the face?” I blurted out. Again, my dumb mouth had to open up.
It looked like it was looking at me. Sweat dripped down my face, though it was not hot outside. I thought of all the bad things that could happen. Death, I thought, now that wouldn’t be so bad. No one respects me anyways. I could end it all right now. Then it hit me. Like a car. Then it was black…
maybe it was a car.
A hospital bed and a boy
I woke up in a hospital bed. I could hear a boy crying next to me. Then I realized that he was crying next to a girl. “He-hello,” I said shyly. He looked at me.
He had sort of a small gap in his cheek. I didn’t mind it though. He had beautiful green eyes, brown hair that waved at the end. I was short.
He looked at me in anger.
He said these words. “YOU!” I screamed. Then he looked frightened. I started to cry, “SORRY!” I said I cried so hard my throat hurt. Then he walked over to me. “Toby,” he said. “Hi Toby,” I said back, “I am Emma!” I showed no facial expression. I only wanted to sound happy.
“Did you see him too?!” He asked.
“See who?” I replied.
“The no-faced man.”
It all came flooding back.
“Yes..” I said.
I felt a throbbing pain in my head. Like it would never end.
“Hey!” He said, “I am sorry for yelling…”
“yeah…” I said. Then, again, it was all black.
I woke up, again, to a sobbing sound, only, it was closer.
“Mom?” I said.
“I am SO sorry!” She sobbed. She could not stop crying.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She said.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I replied.
She smiled, but it faded when the doctor walked in.
“I will be back,” she said.
I could hear them whispering. I was loud. I had gained the ability to everything people said about me. The snickers, the whispers, the everything.
“Two fractures in the spine,” He said, “Not bad enough for her to be paralyzed.”
“Anything else?” Mom said.
“Yes,” he said, “a broken arm.”
I couldn’t feel the pain in my arm, but it was there in my back. I smiled, “Does this mean I don’t have to go to school!” I hadn’t realized, but the boy was still there. I smiled innocently. “Why?” The boy asked. “People!” I replied. I was happy, but then it was like, SNAP, I was sad again. The boy looked at me confused. “Bullied eh!” I never had heard it before, but now, I could hear so clearly. TICK. I looked at him.
He blushed, then, it faded. “Sorry..” He said sadly. I smiled, “It is okay.” It reminded me of a clock, and how it ticks, like him. I smiled. I had never felt so happy in my life.
“So…,” He said, “Does this mean we're friends?” I had the biggest grin on my face. “I guess so!” I saw his face. The biggest grin in the world.
“Well, well, well,” my mom said, “You made a friend? Did you?” I nodded. My mom smiled.
“First friend in all of her fourteen years alive!”
Now it was my turn to blush, but I didn’t. I frowned, then I started to cry.
“Sorry!” She said.
Before anyone could say anything the doctor said, “Bipolar.” I looked at his eyes, blue, but faded, with a hint of green and brown, weirdly. He never smiled. “That means you can be happy and sad a hundred times a day.”
“OH!” A woman at the door said, “Poor girl!” She smiled at me sympathetically. My mom said hello then pulled her out of the door. They began to talk, laugh. Was that my mom?!?! I thought.
“I go to Ridgeview Valley,” Toby said. TICK! I giggled. Then I said, “How do you do it?”
He looked at me confused. “Tourette syndrome,” he replied. “Sorry for asking,” I said. I heard the sound of sadness and pain in his voice.
My mom burst into the room.
“Congratulations Emma dear!” My mom shouted with glee. I looked at her confused. Then the woman from before walked in. “Darling Toby,” She said.
I realized that SHE was Toby’s mom.
“I know you just met her, but,” she said nervously, “How ‘bout you say it, Tracey.” That was MY mom’s name. I quickly looked around for another Tracey or woman, but there was no one else in the room.
“Well,” mom said, “Ashley was right, you did just meet. BUT! We also know that you guys were instantly friends, but we were thinking…” Mom really couldn’t get the words out.
“MOM!” I shouted. She looked at me surprised.
“Yeah…” she replied!
“SPIT IT OUT!”
“Sorry, dear!” She said.
“Anyways…” She started, “YOU and TOBY, are going to the…” She paused for a few moments. “Same SCHOOL!”
We both gasped. I was so happy!
“YEAH!” I shouted.
“YEAH!” Toby repeated.
I started crying. I was so happy. I wanted to get up, but, my back…
When we got home, mom handed me my crutches. I couldn’t believe me and Toby were going to the same school.
“Go pack your things sweetheart!”
I went upstairs to pack my things. I looked at my room. “Goodbye room!” I was so happy but so upset to be moving away, I loved my room, but this was going to go to a new school, and see my only friend, Toby. I wanted to go there now. I wish I could call Toby on a phone or text him, but I couldn’t because I didn’t own a device. I didn’t know if he had one either.
I packed my clothes into a box. Stuffies, into a different box. Blankets into the trunk of the car. I took my only pillow into the back seat along with me. I slid into the back seats. I buckled my legs, my stomach, and my chest, close to my neck. I set the pillow under my head and drifted off into a deep sleep.
I woke up at the sound of screeching tires. My mom had almost driven into another car. Afterward, we stopped a gas station. I unbuckled all the seat belts in the back seats. I opened the car door. I jumped out and ran to my mom’s side like I was a little child running from something bad.
I looked back. I froze. “It” was there again. The same no-faced creature with the same black tentacles. I felt it’s “eyes, staring” at me.
Someone walked in front of me, and the no-faced creature was gone.
Still frozen, mom tugged on my arm a little bit. I followed her, but I still looked back. I was scared, but whatever it had been, I knew Toby might have seen it as well.
Inside the gas station, were three men and four women. Two women looked tired. One man looked like a shrimp. He was super thin. You could have sworn you saw his rib cages.
Another man had something covering his eyes. Below his “eyes cover” looked like a black smear, or was it a dark shade of red? Anyways, he was wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. The hoodie had some dark, like blend-in-with-the-hoodie black. He gave off a creepy vibe.
He seemed to look at me when I came in. He smiled. His teeth looked sharp. They also had some red on it, but they were a lighter red. He made me feel like I could do something bad. Like,... kill a person. I shook the feeling away.
We stopped at a random person’s house.
“Okay!” My mom said.
“Okay?” I replied. What is she talking about?
She opened the door.
“We’re here!” My mom shouted. Toby didn’t get up from the chair. He looked at me with a sense of great sadness. Tears filled his eyes.
My mom walked into another room with Toby’s mom.
When my mom left, Toby started to sob. I ran up to him. His eyes were closed tightly shut. “What’s wrong?” I asked, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…” He looked at me, his eyes open. It seemed when he opened his eyes, more tears came out. I thought the room was going to flood.
TICK. TICK. TICK. “I will tell you,” he said in a painful voice, “My-my-my sis-sis-sister is-is gone!” He burst with tears, into a waterfall. Now, the room would truly flood! He grabbed and hugged me, till I thought I would burst. I could feel my eyeballs coming popping out of my eye sockets.
After a while, he seemed to calm down. “Nice to see you too are doing fine-” Guess who was still hugging me, but not sobbing, just crying? You guessed it! It was Toby!
“we’re going to stay the night, then I found a house! We leave tomorrow!”
My mom shouted. I could see a slight smile on Toby’s face. It was nice to know he was happier.
It was around midnight, and I was starving! I felt like I could eat a horse! My stomach rumbled. It rumbled the room.
My face went red, and everyone laughed. “I’M HUNGRY!” I shouted. I was mad.
That morning was very groggy. Everything had this blur if I stared too long. Breakfast tasted bad. It was most likely the fact that I was still tired, and my taste buds didn’t want to work just yet.
We lived five blocks away from Toby. Toby’s neighborhood was next to a forest. The forest seemed to give me a safe aura. I saw the no-faced man from time to time, but it seemed to no longer matter to me. He was just there. It was the same for Toby as well. Except, he started to get voices in his head. I guess he was just drawn to it more than me.
The school he went to wasn’t the best. People would make fun of me for my hallucinations. I always saw the most creepy things. I would sketch them afterward. Just like Toby was drawn to the forest and the no-faced man. I was drawn to the creepy illusions. My psychosis didn’t seem to bother me that much anymore. Kids didn’t pay attention to me, except one. Her name… I am not going to say. She would make fun of me for hanging out with “Ticci” Toby. I don’t understand though, what is so bad about that tick.
The school days were boring. Lunch was the best. Until it became a playground for making fun of kids. The teachers seemed to do nothing about it. What is their problem? Do they do it for fun? Or is there another purpose for being mean to kids? Are they hurt? I had so many questions that I knew would be unanswered.
The classes weren’t amazing. The teachers hated their jobs. I could tell because they looked tired. I tried my best to make their lives easier for them. I made sure I listened carefully, I took notes, raised my hand, and I didn’t talk unless I was talked to first. I could feel that the teachers appreciated it. I got them little gifts for their birthday or whenever they were having a rough day. I would buy them things from the vending machines so they didn’t have to. I was the smartest person in all of my classes.
I also wanted to make sure that the janitors got just as much appreciation. Whenever I made a mess I cleaned up as much as I could. Or if I saw trash in the halls I made sure to throw it away. They also really appreciated the help. I started to stay after school to help them a bit. I also got them little treats as well. Thursday was the janitor appreciation day every week. Well, I made it that day for them. Toby was the only one who helped.
This is all I could get done for book 1.
“Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little emotions.” -The Dark Knight