Chapter Two: Classes
When I woke up the following morning, the sun was just barely starting to rise over the horizon. I could see the specks of red start to dance behind my closed eyelids, signalizing that the light from the sun was just beginning to shine into our room. Subconsciously, I knew I really did not need to be awake for at least another hour or two, but my mind was already revving into gear as I remembered that today was the first day of classes. Any other thought of getting more sleep went out the window almost immediately.
Halloween Special 2013
What was that? Every muscle in my body tensed immediately, my blood turning into ice. Every ounce of energy I had went flowing into my ears as I concentrated on listening. In that moment, it was like I could hear absolutely everything that was going on in the house all at once. I could hear the drip, drip, drip of the leaky faucet in the bathroom upstairs, the scuffing of the paws of my cat on the hardwood floor as she ventured into the living room to find me, and I could also hear the wind howling against the shutters as the storm outside raged onwards, attempting to destroy everything and anything in its path. It was amazing that I heard the noise at all, really, with the storm outside raging on, but I heard it. Even though it was ever so quiet, I heard it…or…at least, I thought I heard it. I was hoping – and praying – that the noise was something my imagination had conjured up to scare me. I was attempting to convince myself that everything I had witnessed and heard throughout the past few days had been a figment of my imagination as well, but my attempts to convince myself were in vain. I haven’t been able to convince myself of anything at all, except that maybe I was going –
There it was again. The sound itself must have been as quiet as it was before, but since my adrenaline was pumping wildly, the sound was much, much louder this time around. When the noise continued, I was finally able to identify what it sounded like. The noise sounded like nails on a wood door, kind of like a scratching sound. The rhythm of the scratches were rather calm, like whoever was doing the scratching was trying to claw its way out of a closed door without breaking a sweat. An eerie chill made its way down my back, and I shivered involuntarily as I continued to concentrate on the sound. I expected the scratching noise to fade away after a moment or so, but this time, the noise didn’t stop. It only continued, and the longer the noise was audible, the more forceful the nails sounded on the door. The howling wind outside picked up once again, and so did the scratching. It was almost as if the wind outside and the scratching sound was in competition with each other to be the loudest thing I heard. I pressed my hands against my ears tightly as my heart started to accelerate, trying to block out both noises when –
I would like to sincerely apologize for the lack of updates recently. I feel like I owe you guys an explanation for why the updates are so few and far in between. It doesn’t feel right keeping you in the dark on this.
Since the last generation was so successful, I’ve felt this great need to make this generation top the last in every way possible. I have been pressuring myself to make everything about every single update absolutely perfect, and I think that is contributing to my inability to write anything as of late. I believe that I had been putting so much pressure on myself to make everything perfect that I had taken the fun out of writing. I had created this rainbowcy because I thought it was going to be fun, but because of the immense pressure I had been putting on myself, it had begun to feel like a chore.
After distancing myself from the rainbowcy for a while, I am slowly enjoying writing once again, and I am trying not to criticize myself about every aspect of my writing anymore. Because of the break and my new positive attitude, there might be a slight difference in the writing from the first two updates to chapter two and beyond, but it shouldn’t be so noticeable that it will change Strawberry’s narrative completely.
Since I’m starting to feel good about writing again, I plan on slowly slipping back into a regular update schedule once again. I also plan on releasing a Halloween special again this year, so be on the lookout for that as well. :]
Thank you for sparing me a moment of your time, and I hope you are having an amazing day. C:
Chapter One: The Arrival
Before too long, I was standing right outside room number twenty-six with my hand on the door. This was it. On the other side of this door was my new home for the duration of the school year. It had never really occurred to me until the moment that I laid my hand on the doorknob that there was a possibility that my roommate wouldn’t like me. What if my roommate didn’t like me? I never really had been the nervous type, but this wasn’t my typical living environment. At the end of the day I would not be going home to my parents or my brother. Instead, I would be coming back to this room, back to my roommate every day. In order to calm my nerves, I closed my eyes and did a deep breathing exercise so I could rationally think things through. From what I gathered, my roommate was most likely going to be a female. The university didn’t normally pair a boy and a girl up to be roommates, and in the past I’ve had no problem making friends with both males and females…so why would this be any different? I was most likely making myself nervous – and putting pressure on myself – for absolutely no reason at all. All I had to do was breath and be myself and everything would be fine.
I inhaled deeply once more before I opened my eyes, satisfied to realize that running through the situation in my head calmed my nerves tremendously. I shouldn’t, and couldn’t, let my nerves stop me from enjoying myself. With a smile on my face, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door in.
Prologue: A Sealed Fate
When the little one leaves the nest
They will do nothing but hope for the best
But little did they know that her dark past will haunt
And they will not stop until they get what they want
She is the aim
Of their dark twisted game
And what thrives in the light
Will fade in the night.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Keep Holding On
Parsley’s small whimpers from the other side of the door were enough to disturb me from my peaceful slumber. I leisurely opened my eyes groggily, and it took a few seconds for my vision to focus on the clock on the bedside table. Even though my brain was still masked with sleep, I could just barely read the numbers on the clock before I closed my eyes and let out a groan. Two fifteen in the morning. This was way too early to be awake. I slowly rolled over onto my other side, and after a moment I reached my hand out, allowing my fingers to spread out as I searched for the other body that was in the bed with me. When my fingers continued to slide over the smooth surface of the soft sheets, I realized that the bed was empty.
You’re not alone
He was no longer there beside me.
Together we stand
At that awareness, my eyes shot open and I sat up immediately, causing momentary dizziness to enter my brain and my vision spun as I fumbled for the lamp on the bedside table. When I managed to flip the light on, it was way too bright for my mortal eyes and it caused me to blink and shield my eyes as I turned my head back towards where he was supposed to be. After a few moments, I was able to open my eyes into a squint as I gazed at the empty bed beside me. My head spun for nearly a second before I realized what the emptiness meant. The bed was neatly made beside me, and when that registered I knew exactly what was happening. “Sugar!” I swore as I threw my legs over the side of the bed and I stumbled to my feet, hurrying towards the door to our bedroom.