Unfinished & Unpublished Stories

Between Twelve & No

Beneath The Moon

I opened my window and peered out. A dull glimpse of the moonlight gave way. When I looked at the moon above, the chaos around fades from sight. The sounds of wailing children, death, and war all disappear. I become mesmerized, I become defenseless. It's as though it's tempting me to be reckless, but it's also warning me- it's cruel. When the moon hides once again it releases me from captivity; I am once again in my world. I take a last look at the world before creating my own amongst the back of my eyelids. A strange feeling of forgetfulness wondered over my mind as I drift into my paradise.

The hard slam of a wooden door welcomed me back to hell. It was my father leaving for work again. He did it on purpose knowing my "mother" , my other dad, felt unpleasant waking me. Most days after being woken by a slam I do chores, odd jobs for people, thieve, or wander. Since chaos broke out the schools are only opened one day a week. On other days I read and study from my mom's overbearing library in the room next to mine. I'm thankful though; most kids at my school are homeless or illiterate. Every now and then my mom decides he wants to teach me stuff he knows. I've learned a lot from him. He teaches me of grammar, other languages, how the world fell to this mess, what it was like before, and many other things. I love him very much, but others don't.

Today was a school day. As usual I squeeze into my camouflage jeans, slip on a black tank top, run my belt through my knife holder and then jeans.