The World According to Tosha

Something you probably shouldn't read unless you want intensive therapy in your future

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Just a lil ole redhead making the best of her world

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Here is my story I submited to the Long Writer's Group. Its a little shorter than I would normally write since there was a limit.. but.. it might better since it is that way!!

The Wounded Dream

Afton walked down a dark, empty alley. It was drab with grey bricks. Not the sort of place Afton liked to hang out. There was a blood red door that seemed to glow, standing out against the grey brick wall. The bump of loud music was coming from behind the door. Afton opened it to look inside.

There was a large party going on. People danced and moved about, having drinks and laughs. Afton walked in and moved towards the punch bowl just as some people ran by. She thought one had looked familiar so she ran after them. She hollered, but they could not hear her above the noise. They reached the red door and ran through. Afton followed them, but the dark alley was no longer there. Now they where standing by an open street. The party could still be heard on the other side of the same strange red door behind her. Afton looked at their faces, but she didn’t know who they where. They were a couple of street thugs who looked frightened. She heard the sound of an engine and turned just as the two thugs did.

A dark car was driving down the street at an astonishing speed. The two thugs ran and darted around a corner. Afton stood and watched with dream-like stupidity as the car drew closer. A tinted window rolled down and a hand came out holding a gun. It shot wildly at the building, Afton, and the disappearing thugs. Afton felt something go through her chest. There was no pain; just a feeling like something was missing. She looked down at a wound, but saw no blood. Numbly she turned around and walked back through the red door. The party was still in full motion.

Afton started walking around; going up to random people, showing them that she had been shot. No one noticed her. After the third or fourth person Afton saw someone she recognized in the crowd. It was her mother, who was dancing with younger man. She walked up to her mom and started hollering at her, telling her that she had been shot. Afton was starting to feel as if she would die if she didn’t get help soon. Her mom looked at her and smiled, but didn’t really understand what Afton was saying. Mom was caught up in her dance and the party. She didn’t seem to realize that her daughter had been shot, no matter what Afton tried to do. The feeling of hollowness wore at Afton; her mother’s insensitivity making it worse.

Afton soon realized that she was too late. Her wound had been left open for to long, there was nothing no one could do for her now. She walked away from her mom, with a feeling of hopelessness washing over her. She felt lost and desolate. She didn’t notice the party anymore. She mindlessly shuffled her way through the crowd not knowing what to do with her self. She didn’t want to die but she was going to, right here, tonight.
Just as Afton was trying to decide where she was going wait out her death, her alarm went off. She woke up, but it took her a few moments to pull out of the dream. She laid in bed and felt her chest. There was no wound, but still Afton felt wounded inside. Even though she wasn’t dieing, the dream hung onto her like a dark shadow.


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