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“Oh…that’s weird.” Emma nodded and my father sighed and walked out of the house and out of my life for now…
We stood there in a triangle formation watching him leave. I wanted to break down right there but I knew that I couldn’t. If there was an artist in the room they could paint a picture of us. We slowly disbanded and I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. My hands covered my face. I heard heavy feet and Damon’s arm was around me. I looked at my arm and got up, “Thanks.”
He nodded and I walked in the kitchen to clean up. I pulled the table back to were it was and placed the chairs around the table. There were shards of glass and wood. The pantry had pieces missing from were my father had kicked and tried to get out. I sighed and grabbed a broom and swept it up. Once everything was put back and cleaned up I sat on the floor. The pantry door was beat up pretty bad so I took it off the hinges. Damon walked in and helped me take it down, he put it outside to be dealt with later. When he came in he sat down at the table, “Damon come with me.” I wasn’t going to have him sleep another night in my room. He got up and followed me to a guest room, “Here you are going to sleep in this room…sorry but I cant sleep well if you are there.” He just nodded and laid on the bed. I walked out and shut the door I walked to my room and shut that door. I changed into my plaid cotton pajama bottoms and threw on a black shirt. I took off my blankets and cracked my window. I laid on my blanket and slowly fell asleep. A loud noise made me fell off the bed. I cursed under my breathe and I realized I was on someone’s feet I looked up to see Emma standing over me. I got up and saw my alarm clock, it read five thirty A.M, “EMMA! Its five thirty!”
“I know get dressed, your training starts now.”
“What?”
She sighed and walked to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and my band tee of A Day To Remember. She threw it at me, “You have to train your powers, you know the ankh ones. Now change and we will start I’ve been researching almost all night.”
She has to much energy. I took off my shirt and she turned around. I quickly changed and put on my converse and walked down stairs. She was behind me. I made some coffee and she shook her head, “No coffee.”
“Unless you want me to get crazy on you, you are going to let me drink coffee. You on the other hand…no coffee for you.” I poured the coffee into my mug and followed Emma to the backyard. She gestured to the door. I laughed, “It’s a door.” I pulled it up and showed her by twisting it around, “See.”
“I know break it.” I raised an eye brow and handed the door to Emma and she threw it at me. Without thinking I spun and kicked the door. It broke in half falling to the ground, “Why would you throw a door at me?!”
She just rolled her eyes, “Training, your reflexes.”
“Oh…okay.”
She grabbed a book and the title was in Arabic, “What does that say?”
“Sacred Secrets for the chosen” She continued ready and finally said, “Ah-ha, here it is.” She put it down and pulled a shinny pocket knife from her pocket. What the heck was she doing… she cut her palm and pressed it to her forehead, “أنا صحفية دمي رأسي ، كما يجب أن يرتفع. ارتفاع من دمي ومساعدتي تدريب ankh اختيار واحد. عندما محو دمي قبالة رأسي يكون لك وذهبت مرة أخرى أبدا ، حتى دعا. ترتفع الآن!” Seriously what was up with this, I hate this training. All of a sudden a reddish grayish zombie like thing rise from the ground. His arms were crooked and it made a growling sound. I backed up and looked at Emma. There was blood on her forehead and the thing came towards me. I backed up and was pressed against the wall and the thing was in front of me and I swung at it. Its head fell off, my thought was EWW! But I didn’t care I didn’t want this thing near me. I kicked it and the leg fell. Every time I hit or kicked it something fell off. Eventually it was a pile of body parts. Emma wiped off the blood and the parts disappeared, “What did you do!”
She came towards me to exam me, “I summoned a practice demon or person.”
“Oh, okay then.” I didn’t know how to respond to this so I just walked inside…
- by Dancin In Heaven |
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- | Submitted on 08/16/2009 |
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- Title: The Moment Not To Cry
- Artist: Dancin In Heaven
- Description: “Why would you throw a door at me?!” Jayne has to practice and Emma summons a weird zombie thing....wow...thats weird all Jayne says.
- Date: 08/16/2009
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- Sylve - 08/20/2009
- It seems a little..stilted, like you forced it a bit. But it was still very good sweetheart. smile
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