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    I woke up feeling beaten and tired. I was blindfolded and tied up behind my back. Shifting around a bit I heard the creak of the chair beneath me. It's wooden, which means it's easily breakable. I tried to stand up but my ankles were tied up as well. So I fell over ever so graciously. That just bruised up my face and legs more. Great. . .  I rolled over to the side and tried to straighten my self. No luck. So I just laid there, tied up and tired. I felt sore around my arms and legs so moving them hurt a bit, standing took some effort actually. My sides felt like they were torn open, my left side to be precise, my shirt felt wet there too.

Warning: Strong Language(well we're "mature" right?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Wakey wakey little Birdie," a voice cooed. I groaned as it pushed me. "Come on," Jeff now close to my ear, "wake up." Damn it Jeff. I recognized his voice as he spoke. I rolled over to my side. Covering my eyes with my arms. He was standing over me, his eyes wandered around my body. I scowled, "Watch where you look buddy," I pulled the blanket over my face. "Aw, someone's a morning person," he poked my stomach. "Stop it." He kept poking me. "Jeff! Just fuck off would ya?" He stopped. But started to tickle my sides.    He laughed as I jumpe

    After Jeff disappeared I stood there for a few moments. I wondered why I wasn't scared or even terrified. I remembered his smile, then I remembered that I grinned as well. When his dark eyes were staring into my soul I could only blink. I didn't scream, run, or even shake in fear. It felt like I was just talking to a weird old friend. Alright, an old friend who tempted to kill me. Roy barked me out of my thoughts. "I know you're my one and only Roy," I smiled. "Come on let's eat."    I latched him back on to his leash, learning my lesson. It took us a few minutes to walk to my usual coffee shop. The cashier didn't mind Roy, in fact she

    I jumped back, startled by the voice right behind me. I crashed into the fence and clung to the wirings. The boy from the trees was now directly in front of me, I dared not to look up. With my back against the fence his tall shadow fell over me. "Why wont you show me your eyes?" he purred. I glanced up, my green eyes widened and I couldn't look away from him. Not only was his face inches away from mine, he blocked any exits by pinning me against the fence. His midnight hair popped out against his ghost white skin, his dark eyes seemed to widen more and more as I explored his face. They never seemed to blink, was he wearing eyeliner? The

Pulling off my pajamas and quickly slipping into a grey wool sweater and black jeans, I made my way to my living room. On my way grabbing my purse, I saw a note on the fridge. I was surprised to see only one note. Everyday I'd get a little note, one from mom one from dad. It was a small little note with both their handwriting. It read: Hey honey! It's mom and dad!! Believe it or not it's out anniversary! So knowing our young lady will behave while we take our little vacation, we leave you with your months allowance. I could tell this was moms neat and tidy handwriting Though we are allowing this, squirt, I recommend not having parties, no b

VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE THAT YOU ALL SHOULD READI'm re-writing what my former, neophyte-self thought was good literature. I realize things are always first draft and can improve, so now I want to re-imagine Raven's tale and what better way than polishing this year-old (yikes sorry about that) story! That means re-writing seven and a half chapters worth. Anyone who was a first reader, I hope you will stick around and re-live Raven's story. Anyway! I hope you enjoy: {Mad House: re-told}    The groggy dust of Saturday morning was normal to me. My dog farting in my face was also normal for me. Waking up this wonderful day, it seemed like