Storm | Teen Ink


August 17, 2008
By AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
5 articles 0 photos 50 comments

Favorite Quote:
Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

Life it too short to let you matter.

A new town; a new identity. My life has been full of new beginnings, never lasting long enough for any substance to be acquired, though that is not necessarily by choice. None of them are better then the next. Hope stays alive in me though, it’s all I have. I can feel that there is something for me out there, and just need to find it. I am still kept dreaming.

I am young with few belongings or things to tie me down. All of my possessions are either on my body or fit comfortably within my backpack. I never unpack it completely and am ready to move on at a moments notice. I’ve been moving for five years now, ever since puberty struck. My family cast me out. I don’t blame them; it’s safer for us both this way. I miss them though. I am so lonely.

After years of unfortunate mishaps, I’ve learned that little good comes from letting myself become especially angry. I meditate every morning and pride myself with staying composed under… tension thriving circumstances. For me it’s not a matter of regretting harsh words. Life or death stands in the balance.

I walk at the side of the worn dirt road, ducking when carts pass. The town is nearby; I’ll be there by nightfall. It’s small and I hope to stay there for a few weeks at least. A month would be wonderful. I’ve traveled a long way and could use a good rest. It’s more than I dare to expect.

At the local inn I am greeted with curious glances. I doubt this place sees many new faces. I am obviously a well traveled guest. One glance at my sturdily worn backpack, long gray jacket with a deep hood pulled over my head, thick breeches, and rough leather boots leaves no questions.

I sit at a table in the corner of the room. It’s dim, the sun’s light having left, and it makes the inn appear slightly less dingy. I’ve grown accustomed to such places. They have become my home for brief periods of time. I leave my hood on my head, wishing I could just go up to my lodging, but I need to eat and I'd rather not waste more of my road supplies.

I hesitantly order stew and water from the no-nonsense maid. She brings it in a timely manner. It’s not the best, but I’ve certainly had worse. I eat everything quickly, having learned the hard way not to waste food when my next meal is everything but certain.

Afterwards I retire to my room. It is simple with a small cot and table. There is a wobbly chair to the side. It doesn’t seem sturdy enough to carry any substantial amount of weight. The room didn’t cost much. It’s warm and dry, which is all I ask. I have limited funds left from what my family gave me when they also kicked me out. I’ve earned a little from what I sold of my jewelry and food I find on my travels. It won’t last for many more towns.

I slip my jacket, of worn leather lined with wool, off and sling it around my shoulders as I lay down for the night. I leave on my boots and keep my backpack within reaching distance. I close my eyes and prepare myself to doze lightly, keenly waiting for any sign of trouble.

I wake up to the sound of a horse having been run too hard. There are raised voices from just outside of the inn. I sit up and draw a jagged breath as I hear hurried feet come up the stairs. My door is thrown open violently and light courses in, momentarily blinding me.

When I can see again, I realize that it’s him. I thought I had lost him. He’s been on my trail since the last incident, but I thought he’d finally given up. Why does he torture us both so? I didn’t mean to do what I did, I never meant to. Now he puts us both in danger.

“Thought you’d gotten rid of me, did you, demon? Not so lucky this time. Now you’re finally going to answer for what you’ve done,” He says as he comes closer and I back away until my back touches the wall.

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” I say earnestly, frightened as he corners me. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t make me hurt you!”

He growls and says gruffly, “Don’t lie, you little witch. You planned it all along. She tried to help you. She tried to be your friend and look what you did to her. I’m tired of listening to your serpent tongue.”

He comes closer and I try to run past him, through the shadows and out of the present. His foot connects savagely with my back and I cry out as I hear something crack. Whimpering, I fall to the floor and crawl to the side, backing away from him. I hear others start to stir from the racket. I am afraid; more so of what I might do than what he could do to me.

“You took her from me,” He whispers angrily.

“I didn’t mean to,” I protest, unable to stop myself. “I was scared. I am someone else’s daughter too! Do you want to take me from them like I took her from you?” I plead as my eyes drag around the room, looking for an escape.

“I’ll send you back to your father, the devil!” He shouts, losing his hold on sanity as he lunges at me blindly.

Without thinking I point at him, and before he reaches me a line of electricity flows from me to him. His heart stops instantly with contact. I smell burnt flesh. Others are starting to come now, and without time to grieve, I rush past him, down the stairs, and down the road.

After hours of running on pure adrenaline, I stop deep in the woods. I pull my backpack under my coat as it starts to rain, drops quickly falling to match the tears streaming down my cheeks. Wind whips around me as nature lets it me known how upset I am. Shaking, I watch as lightning splits the sky in two, only reminding me of what I just did.

Its hours before I calm down and the sky clears. I fall into a restless, fitful slumber. It’s night again when I open my swollen blue eyes. I get up, stiff from sleeping on the hard ground but not at all unused to it. Signing I pick up my bag, knowing that I must keep going.

By now there will be search parties. Maybe instead of him following me I’ll be stalked by those that found him. I feel so guilty thinking of how I left him. There was little dignity in the entire situation. Him angry as I plead for both of our lives. It wasn’t his fault that I took away his only reason for living, and that afterwards the satisfaction of seeing me dead replaced it. I shudder and continue placing one foot in front of the other.

I hate to think of what I’ll do next, and who will be the price of my mistakes and loss of control. If only I could find a place to fit in, with others like me. Those who could teach me about what I can do so things like this won’t ever happen again. Where I could be myself, and the things I can do helpful, even appreciated.

I’ve been dreaming about a place like this for so long, with these nameless people. I’ll continue to hope and look, but things can’t go on like this for much longer. I’m so worn out, my body as well as my soul. This salvation has to stop being the reason I dream and become the reason why I wake up. Reality.

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This article has 170 comments.

on Jan. 30 2011 at 2:18 pm
Casey2012 BRONZE, Arlington, Virginia
2 articles 0 photos 2 comments
I really loved this piece! Great work! Ps i just posted two poems and cant wait for some feed back if anyone wants to read them. No comparison to AquaGems writing though :)

Raeee_ BRONZE said...
on Jan. 30 2011 at 12:35 pm
Raeee_ BRONZE, Westport, Massachusetts
1 article 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace" ~Jimi Hendrix.

wow that was really good you should right more of it!

Eqrider SILVER said...
on Jan. 8 2011 at 7:32 pm
Eqrider SILVER, Louisville, Kentucky
6 articles 2 photos 20 comments
Wow! You definitely have a talent creating questions in the reader's mind. I'm curious and would love to read more. I would also like to be able to picture your characters more (like the man that attacked her).

on Jan. 8 2011 at 4:29 pm
Elizabeth_Day SILVER, Battle Ground, Washington
9 articles 0 photos 34 comments
I had some trouble determining whether the main character was a goy or a girl.  It took me up until "he" called her a witch.  Maybe you could add a detail at the beginning to fix that.

on Jan. 8 2011 at 4:10 pm
tabalee14 SILVER, Manomet, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
"be who you are and are who you be"~tab

i cant even tell you how this drew me in it was as if you knew exactly how to capture my attention and drag me head first to read such c brilliant story. i loved your work read mine if you have time please :)

on Dec. 23 2010 at 5:33 pm
alwer299 BRONZE, Florence, Massachusetts
1 article 1 photo 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
when in doubt, eat chocolate.-me
fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters, who bring you things you never asked for, and don't always like.

- Lemony Snicket

wow so good. i wish it didn't start off in the middle of the story thought because it doesn't make that much sense.

sunshine♥ said...
on Dec. 17 2010 at 1:06 pm
Your an amazing writer and you should diffently continue this story. Never give up on writting your a very talented writter.

on Dec. 17 2010 at 10:55 am

That was really good. I could'nt keep my eyes off the page! Would you consider wrting a continuation to this story.


reesha SILVER said...
on Dec. 17 2010 at 2:44 am
reesha SILVER, Rawalpindi, Other
6 articles 15 photos 124 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."
Walt Disney

"Hakuna Matata!"
Lion King

"The British policy was 'unite and conquer'. But I say 'unite and conquer'."
Greg Mortenson (Three Cups of Tea)

This is really good! You should definitely continue it!

Keeta BRONZE said...
on Nov. 9 2010 at 5:57 am
Keeta BRONZE, Lehigh, Florida
4 articles 0 photos 18 comments

Favorite Quote:
the past cant be changed so live in the present.

i see identical themes with the witchs. it just seems that this story should have come before opulance because it just seems like it would have been jade running from someone and finding were ever she lives now. you are amazing writer and i am always looking for new peices by you. keep on writting you are really good at it

on Nov. 8 2010 at 3:07 pm
secrets_of_silence GOLD, Gisborne, Other
12 articles 0 photos 439 comments

Favorite Quote:
life had i loved the more
had it but passed away
as quietly as the day
ebbs from the darkening star.

-emanuel litvinoff

love the emotion in this it is very poignant

LexiB SILVER said...
on Nov. 3 2010 at 6:49 am
LexiB SILVER, Tallassee, Alabama
7 articles 0 photos 34 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous, do not be terrified, do not be discouraged. For the Lord your God will be with you where ever you go."

Joshua 1:9

Hey guys, I thought we could put together a story about helping out other people voluntairly. Please post your experiences of how you've helped someone of how you've been helped, and we can vote on the best and put them in a story.  Thank you!

on Oct. 12 2010 at 10:46 am
liveloud BRONZE, Cresskill, New Jersey
1 article 2 photos 14 comments
i loved this story, please continue it.

GoForGold said...
on Oct. 11 2010 at 7:51 am

You are a wonderful writer!  Storm is the first of your writings I ever read, but Opulence is great too!  It has the feel of something I would definitely but in a bookstore!

Keep it up!

on Sep. 26 2010 at 3:38 pm
Plush_Baneling BRONZE, Denver, Colorado
2 articles 0 photos 40 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will devour the world, after that the universe, and when there is nothing but me, I will devour myself"

This is one of the best stories Ive read

Lorelei SILVER said...
on Sep. 3 2010 at 8:50 am
Lorelei SILVER, Newport News, Virginia
9 articles 0 photos 56 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Nothing is ever easy"- Zeddicus Zul Zorander, copied by Richard Rahl

are you going to write more?

. said...
on Aug. 11 2010 at 3:10 pm
I feel so sorry for her.

. said...
on Aug. 11 2010 at 3:09 pm
Poor, poor girl. :(

on Aug. 7 2010 at 1:47 pm
I enjoyed this. I'd like to find out what happens next, I could really feel the tiredness, hunger and hopelessness of this person. I hope it goes well for them!

schlage GOLD said...
on Jul. 16 2010 at 11:00 pm
schlage GOLD, Erie, Pennsylvania
10 articles 0 photos 37 comments
Great story. You should consider continuing that story.