Storm | Teen Ink


August 17, 2008
By AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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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 169 comments.

LaylaViolet said...
on Aug. 27 2009 at 2:39 pm
Whoa to the extreme. Totally amazazing. Keep on keeping on

PenInHand GOLD said...
on Jul. 30 2009 at 12:53 pm
PenInHand GOLD, Fayetteville, North Carolina
12 articles 0 photos 63 comments

Favorite Quote:
" Kemps!"

Um, can you say AMAZING? I love your writing style! Check out my story!

Amanda BRONZE said...
on Jul. 8 2009 at 10:00 pm
Amanda BRONZE, Rehoboth, Massachusetts
4 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space—were it not that I have bad dreams. {Hamlet}

Does this remind anyone else of the Incredible Hulk? Hey, inspiration is inspiration. Good work.

on Jun. 22 2009 at 11:19 pm
annette_prettyinpink BRONZE, Pearland, Texas
1 article 0 photos 1 comment
this really good you should make it into a book so we know whats going on with her but over all i loved it!

camaroona15 said...
on Jun. 22 2009 at 6:21 pm
you are such an amazing writer!

on May. 24 2009 at 3:58 am
Syahirah BRONZE, Melaka, Other
2 articles 51 photos 28 comments
great work! i love your writing expecially opulence 1 and opulence 2. please write more stories. i can't wait.

Mikal SILVER said...
on Apr. 30 2009 at 2:43 am
Mikal SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
6 articles 0 photos 41 comments
This story is very ineresting! I can c this story in a book store or a library!

on Apr. 12 2009 at 11:33 pm
I read this story once before, when it was at the very top of the teen ink popularity list.

That was a while ago, though this story's spot hasn't moved much, your words moved me the same way the second time around.

Stephenmcrey said...
on Apr. 6 2009 at 9:37 pm
That was good.

Could you check this out to give me feedback?

on Apr. 5 2009 at 2:00 am
Zea Marie Hodgdon BRONZE, Conover, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 2 comments
I like what you write, I like your words.

I like your story, I like the story.

Overall, this is really good.

Keep writing, please <3.

Gossamer said...
on Apr. 4 2009 at 9:25 pm
Gossamer, North Hill, Other
0 articles 0 photos 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love. I don't care what happened or who did it to you. Love anyway.

The voice is undeniably genuine in itself, but you can totally tell it was written by you. Really, really nice. I'd like a little more description, though - try using more touch and taste, they actually work better than sight.

Zero_K DIAMOND said...
on Apr. 3 2009 at 8:46 pm
Zero_K DIAMOND, Moosic, Pennsylvania
83 articles 0 photos 435 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life's no fun if you're not insane, otherwise you grow up to be an accountant." -Moi

This was amazing, I think you should turn this into a novel. You know, the main character (he or she?) finds the place that she dreams about. And the dreams were actually send telepathically to (?) so (?) would find them and then they teach her to use (?) powers. Wow, can't wait to read more!!!!!!!

Reine S said...
on Apr. 3 2009 at 5:51 pm
Interesting....Too bad that it is a short story.

on Mar. 22 2009 at 6:14 pm
silentlywescream BRONZE, Mattawan, Michigan
4 articles 4 photos 4 comments
GO KALLAMAZOO. also good story ive read your others and this one is my favorite

on Mar. 2 2009 at 6:12 pm
iheartvolleyball, North Jersey, New Jersey
0 articles 0 photos 17 comments
hi i thought your story was very interesting. you're very talented but i think i liked opulence better.

you're really good at openings and hooking the reader so keep it up =]

F-Addict said...
on Mar. 1 2009 at 9:06 am
Great story. Amazing how mhc you crammed in to such a small piece!

Great work :)

on Feb. 22 2009 at 6:41 pm
sydney hankins BRONZE, Double Oak, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment
i liked it but it wasn't a fovorite of mine, sorry

xxxscreamxxx said...
on Feb. 20 2009 at 4:42 pm
i liked are really good. keep it up! :]

Maris13 BRONZE said...
on Feb. 15 2009 at 4:46 pm
Maris13 BRONZE, Minooka, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 3 comments
Good work. I loke it so far. It's definitly interesting. Keep it up!

on Feb. 13 2009 at 6:04 pm

January 20, 2009 ayo girl

i like your writing style, however all you stories seem very similar having to do with witchcraft and mystical powers, try something a bit more realistic