I hear my alarm go off groaning I slam the dismiss button. I get up from my bed grabbing a outfit for today and change into it. I head downstairs making breakfast for ma and papa. I put the breakfast in the microwave wrapped in aluminum foil. I make myself a large pancake with chocolate chips and blueberries. I put my pancake on a plate and head to the fridge pulling out whipped cream and a strawberry. I rinse the strawberry off with one hand. I head over to my pancake and pop the lid off the whipped cream with my thumb. I press on the nozzle aiming it for the center of the pancake. After successfully getting the whipped cream on the pancake I put the strawberry on top. I cap the canned whipped cream and put it back in the fridge. I grab a fork, sit at the breakfast bar eating my pancakes. When I hear a high pitched shrieking sound. I sit up all the way to see a Duivel scratching at the cement under the fence. I see Eric with the chainsaw as he turns it on slicing them in half and chasing the others away. The Duivels are persistent creatures. It is time to buy a knife or a sword. I head to my Pikachu piggy bank and pull out a two hundred dollar bill. I already know I cannot buy a gun because they are expensive. I grab the house keys, unlocking the side door to the garage, and heading out I lock it. I hop on my four wheeler putting the key into the ignition turning it on. I press the button to open the garage. I back out pressing it again and it shuts. I speed down my driveway to the gate. I unlock the gate with a button on my key chain, I pull out, and hit the button again. I speed down the actual mile long driveway. I get to the end of the driveway and I pull the keys out of the ignition. I pull off the garage door button latching it securely to my pants and I head over to the bench. I begin waiting for a public bus. I quickly spot the public bus as it pulls to a stop. I get on telling the driver where I want to go and take a seat on one of the plush cushions. I sigh pulling my hood up to my jacket leaning my head on the window. I look at the trees passing by I am greeted by many stores, two shopping malls,restaurants,diners, fast food places, gas stations, and finally my destination pulls up. I wait until the driver stops. I get up thanking the driver and go down the steps walking to the store. It was of course one of those thrift shop stores, but they aren't that bad. I bought a set of throwing knives for ninety dollars and a set of brass knuckles for one hundred dollars. They did not bother to ID me or anything I took them gladly, hiding them, and putting them in a safe place. I headed to the bench where the bus would stop. I took a seat before I heard a low deep growl. It sounded inhumane. I quickly grabbed a throwing knife out of its spot and whipped my head around. I get tackled by the creature and I began stabbing it wildly with the throwing knife. After a while it stopped moving I pushed it off of me as it disintegrated into the cement sidewalk below me. I stood up with its awful gray blood splattered on my body. I looked up to see the public bus coming down the street and I hide the one throwing knife I pulled out. The public bus stops where I am standing and the driver takes me to my parent's property. I thank the driver getting off heading over to my four wheeler to see extended scratches on my four wheeler. Did I forget to mention it is a raptor. I noticed that I should have left it in the gate which was a mile walk so that makes my driveway three miles long. My parents are going to be so totally pissed and they will need to get a paint job on it. I pull out the key, putting it in the ignition, I hop on as the engine turns on, and speed down my driveway. I come to the gate, typing in the pin as the gate opens, I speed down the driveway as the metal gates slam shut. I continue driving down my driveway, tapping the garage button as it opens, I drive in, and begin pulling tightly on the breaks as it pulls to a stop. I put the four wheeler in park and turn the keys into the ignition off. The engine shuts off and I close the garage doors locking them. I head to the side door unlocking it stepping inside. I quickly turn around locking it. I do my normal process locking every door and window. It always puzzled me why do my parents always say to lock the doors and windows. Even though the gate had a pin and the gates bars were so small you can barely fit a hand through. Also the fence is perfectly made out of steel so occasionally you would hear a loud thump come from an animal on the other side. I felt safe in this home yet they did not feel the same way as I did. To be honest now I wonder about the conversation they had before I entered the kitchen for dinner last night. I went to my backyard opening the door leaving it unlocked so I can come back in later. The only thing I'm grateful for is that my parents had a couple of trees left in the yard, because many more were behind the gate. They wouldn't let me in the woods either because they think a wild bear would maul me to death. Or that a deer would stab me with its antlers. I grab out my ten throwing knives, three of the ten of them actually hit a tree while others implanted themselves in the grass. It was a little difficult for me to pull them out, but eventually I did get them out. I got frustrated and began swinging them again to get four in the tree. After two hours I gave up and put them away. I pulled out the brass knuckles putting them on. I charged at the tree putting a lot of force into it. After hitting the tree it left a ten inch gap in it. My teeth were still chattering and my body still vibrated a little it stopped. I continued to hit the tree from different sides only to make ten inch cuts. I sighed in frustration putting the brass knuckles away as well. I head back inside from the back door shutting it and locking it. I go up to my room hiding the throwing stars and brass knuckles. My parents would flip out if they saw them. I looked down noticing small cuts from the jagged pointed edges of the throwing knives from pulling them from the ground. I go to the bathroom pulling out the first aid kit and begin cleaning my small cuts and bandaging them. I put the first aid kit away making sure it was in the same spot and place. I walk out of the bathroom shutting off the lights. Usually Eric would pester me by now, but he isn't which concerns me. Did my questions drive him away? No they could not have.. or maybe they did or did he lie to me?! No he would not lie to me! I thought he would not lie to me..I kept thinking he would not. I look at the time it is five p.m. I head downstairs to cook dinner I made stuffed jumbo shells with some broccoli and steak fries. I hear the soft shutting of two car doors. This was the one day they both get home early and that makes me happy.
"Ambrosia we are home." Ma says.
"Welcome home Ma and papa." I said setting the food on the table.
"And dinner is done I see good job Ambrosia." papa said.
"Thanks papa I cooked your favorite." I said smiling as they set their coats on the coat rack.
"It is getting brisker outside everyday of the week and the sun is going down faster." Ma said.
"So Ambrosia you know what that means." papa said.
"No going outside late at night I know already." I said.
"Doors and windows locked like always?" Ma questioned curious.
"I locked them when I got home." I replied smiling.
We sat down in our seats, papa at the front, Ma on the left side, and me on the right side. Papa puts a big broccoli into his mouth and he looks like a chipmunk. I try holding back a laugh. I eat dinner with my family and after twenty minutes everyone finishes.
"Ambrosia I want to do dishes." Ma says.
"No Ma I got this I'm sure of it." I said calmly.
"Are you sure Ambrosia?" Ma questioned.
"Yes Ma I got this one hundred percent." I said smiling.
Ma and Papa got up from the table to head to their bedroom going to bed I am assuming. I pick up all the dishes putting them in the sink. I begin washing them with soap and rinsing them off. I put them in the dishwasher, I looked up to see my fence as I saw a figure trying to climb over my fence, and I see Eric which has only been a couple hours since I have seen him. He grabs the shovel whacking the figure with no mercy whatsoever he begins yelling at the figure. The figure retreats back over the fence and I see Eric putting the shovel back in the shed shutting its door locking all contents inside. He comes through the door heading through the first floor ceiling to his room and I think it is about time I get heading to bed as well. I head to my bedroom opening the door stepping in, I head to my dresser changing out into violet shamrock pajamas (Guessed my favorite color yet?). I head to my violet bed climbing under the covers as I toss and turn for about two hours before I fall asleep.
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Amnesia (Eyeless Jack Story) ||3rd Place EJ CreepyPasta_Awards Fall 2016||
Fanfiction||Third place CreepyPasta_Awards Fall under category Eyeless Jack 2016|| Ambrosia Ash is not a normal human girl, she has seen things others cannot see beyond the human eye. It could possibly get her injured or worse dead. Cover photo is not mine, I...
