Long time coming

[angie17]

Okay, It took a while til I came up with ideas for a story but I think this is really good and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do and comment a lot...
Well, here it goes:

I was walking along a beautiful and peaceful road. On the horizon I saw the rising sun. Summer had just begun and it was one of those days that felt just perfect. I stopped for a while and closed my eyes to let the sunbeams warm my face and I breathed in the air that smelled like it always does after it has rained a lot.
All of a sudden I felt an ice cold hand on my shoulder. In shock I turned around but couldn´t see the face of the person this hand belonged to as the sun was blinding me. I could neither move nor was I able to say one single word, my whole body felt like paralyzed.
With a creepy voice the guy told me he wouldn´t do me any harm but I didn´t really believe him. Without having any chance to escape he grabbed my arm and dragged me into his car that wasn´t parked too far away and ordered me to close my eyes. He was always talking about a surprise he had planned for me while I was feeling more and more anxious from minute to minute. I didn´t know what he had in mind or where he would take me. All I was thinking about was that I had to get out of that car and as if he was reading my mind the stranger told me, this time with an even creepier voice: "you´re not gonna get out of this anymore! No way!" What if he wanted to kill me?
Afer we had been driving for a while we reched a huge and very high bridge. Shocked I realized that the guy started to speed up the car. Hysterically I started screaming: "Stop it! Stop the car!" Without showing any emotions he looked at me ( I still didn´t recognize him although I could see his face, especially his eyes that were full of anger and fear at the same time.) saying in an indifferent tone: "Didn´t you know where this was gonna lead you?" "How the hell should I have known that?" I thought but didn´t reply.
Suddenly I felt the car side - slipping and before it overturned a few times and fell down the bridge the unknown guy managed to get out of the car that was now about to hit the ground...

[bunny]

I like the first few lines they are really good

keep it up

[angie17]

thanks, I will! I also love your stories, I have to admit I´m addicted to them....

[Morenor]

Its good, I like it, even though that poetic descriptions piss me off but still I liked it, you got yourself a reader

[angie17]

thanx, I will consider that in my next updates, you know I´m not a pro writer but I´m always willing to improve!

[Morenor]

Of course I know that, and you know practise makes you better

[angie17]

if you want another update I want a lot of comments... if I have at least 3 more comments I´ll post another update by tomorrow!

[Morenor]

How many do you want

[Seyary_Minamoto]

I dunno how many, but I'm up here as well! Good story, go on!

[angie17]

So the update´s on the way....

[angie17]

When I woke up that night after this horrible dream I could still feel this anxiety in every part of my body. It was about 4am and a heavy thunderstorm was going on outside which surprised me as summer had just begun and this was not what you would call a summer night at all.
For the rest of the night I was unable to go back to sleep again because that dream had scared the shit out of me even though I normally couldn´t be bothered easily by such things as a stupid little dream. And that was exactly what confused me. I was sure there had to be a deeper meaning behind this.
I finally managed to get some sleep at 6 in the morning but already one hour later I got woken up by the annoying sound of alarm that I had set accidentally the night before.
I literally felt like dead and all I wanted was to stay in bed, pressing my pillow against my ears so I wouldn´t hear that damn alarm. As it didn´t stop ringing I angrily got up and turned it off. "Friggin´alarm...!" I muttered to myself.All of a sudden I felt really sick and rushed to the bathroom as fast as I could. "Poor girl, what´s up with you?", my mom asked me as I came out of the bathroom after a while "I don´t really know.. I just didn´t sleep very well last night", I replied , which was true. I really didn´t know the reason why I felt so bad, so I figured I had simply eaten too much the evening before and I blamed the thunderstorm for my bad dream.
But the feeling something was hauntig me still didn´t go away after I had taken a shower and tried to calm down a bit by doing some yoga. Normally this always helped when I was feeling anxious or moody but this time it didn´t work. I was also really sleep deprived and I knew I really needed some sleep but to me it didn´t seem a real option as I was somehow afraid that dream would come back again.
My mother had already gone to worl as well as my dad had. They were working most of the time and only at home on weekendes and in the evening. They didn´t do this because they were like some career obsessed peole but because they wanted the best for our family. Wages weren´t really that high and so you had to work a lotif you wanted to make ends meet.
As it was July summer holidays had just begun and I could basically do whatever I wanted. Grade 11 had been exhausting enough and I was glad to get out of school after the folowing year.
But I didn´t feel like doing anything that day. It was as if I had a big hangover although I hadn´t drunk anything. When I looked in the mirror I saw an extremely pale face and I looked like a corpse, to be honest. "Fuck! What have I done to deserve this?" I asked myself when I started feeling sick again...

[Morenor]

Good, real good, what may be wrong with her..