The Storyteller

April had a wonderful life until she got an abusive and demanding boyfriend. now her life is a living hell but she can't seem to bring herself to end it. when she goes for a walk by a train track she sees a boy standing on them, and the train is coming, without thinking she pushes him out of the way and takes her own life. when she wakes up she is in heaven. She is told that because she took her own life to save someone else's, she gets to return to earth to make sure a story that someone wrote goes according to plan. Her story is Harry Potter (lucky her) so now she gets to go be a witch and make sure everything is how it should be, but that is a difficult task, can she make it happen?

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2. Unfortunate Happenings

In my dream, I saw me, standing on a train track, perfectly centered. The tracks looked old, the metal bars had rust on them and the wooden slats had big cracks in them. There were little plants here and there growing through the tracks, they grew proud and strong, nothing could bother them, not that anything ever wanted to.

There was a train blow in the distance, two quick blows. There was a train coming up the tracks! It wasn't slowing down! I was going to get run over! But I wanted this, I wanted to get run over by the train, I wanted to get hit, to never open my eyes again. The idea sounded peaceful, to never have to worry about anything ever again.

But the train was coming fast, if I didn't act now, I would for sure be run over! My feet wouldn't move, or would they? it didn't feel like I tried at all. Panic swept me, I was going to die here, this is the end. I closed my eyes and felt the train hit me.

My eyes instantly snapped open, and I was awake, no train tracks, or train, just me in my bed. I felt like I had just been beat by a stick, sore and tensed up.

 

It was light out, but not late enough to get up. My brain immediately started to analyze the dream . . . great, no chance I'm going to get any more sleep this night, as usual.

The dream seemed odd to have. There was never any thoughts, relations, or sights of trains in my life since I was four. It seemed unnatural, almost supernatural, for whatever reason.

I rolled my head around to face my alarm clock, it read 4:36, too early to get up and eat breakfast, but too late to try and get anymore sleep. So I just laid there, thinking about making my dream a reality, could I really bring myself to commit suicide in such a drawn out way? In such a way that I could change my mind if I wanted to last second? No, I would do it in a hopefully much less drawn out way, or at least in way that I couldn't back out of, like hanging or something.

I close my eyes and just try to fall asleep, and for once I actually start to. Most of the time I just lay there, every morning, the same routine, all the time. This is the first time I actually started to fall asleep! I felt at peace . . .

What is that noise? It sounds like a bee is buzzing in my ear, and there is a small earthquake going on. Shit! Earthquake, I need to get up and move under my bed . . . maybe it's gonna be a huge one, like that one in Chile . . . oh wait, it's just my phone.

My eyes snapped open, Carl will kill me (or come close) if I don't answer. I leaned over and grabbed the phone to answer.

"Hello?"

"GOD DAMMIT APRIL IT RANG LIKE FOUR TIMES!! ARE YOU DEAF NOW!!"

I held the phone a foot away from my ear. "I'm sorry, I was in the bathroom."

"DON'T BE APOLEGETIC TO ME YOU DUMB BITCH! WE TALKED ABOUT YOU DROPPING EVERYTHING SO YOU COULD TALK TO ME! NOTHING IS AS IMPORTANT AS ME OK??!! I AM YOUR WHOLE LIFE! YOU ADORE ME! YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME! WOULD YOU!?"

"No hon, I would never leave you, you are my life, I love you so much . . . what was it you wanted to talk about dear?"

" . . . SHIT YOU MADE ME FORGET WHAT IT WAS I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT! YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME DO STUFF LIKE THIS! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU THINK YOU DESERVE ME! YOU ARE A LAZY, IRRESPONSIBLE, SELFISH BITCH!"

"That is so true, I don't deserve you." It is true, I don't deserve him, he is now super popular and I'm the bitchy hoe who loves to sleep with the teacher.

"I accept your apology, now tell me you love me more than your own life." Luckily he's calmed down a bit.

"I love you more than my own life. If your broken heart was on the line I would throw myself in front of a train, slit my own throat, or put a bullet in my brain." We have been through this routine before, I knew what to do. I usually lie through my teeth like this almost every day.

"Good. I remember what I wanted to say . . . or should I say do, come over to my house."

SHIT!! I was concerned this was going to happen. "OK I'll be right there." I just hope it's not what I think it is.

This isn't the first time stuff like this has happened. Last week he called me at 2:30 in the morning telling me had a dream about waffles and tacos, so he had a craving for waffles and tacos so he told me to get my fat ass over to his house and make tacos and waffles for him. He has also called me to do his homework, chores, and lies. Lies meaning that I had to lie to his parents and look like an idiot and irresponsible so he could get out of things he didn't want to do. Of course I got in trouble at home for all this, but when I tried to tell Carl his was response was: "this is how much I care" and I got a nice slap in the face.

 

The only reason I ever got hit was if I said the wrong things, which wasn't uncommon. That was the only problem. Otherwise there was no abuse.

I woke up and pulled on a shirt and a skirt without thinking. I snuck upstairs and grabbed the keys off the counters and stalked out the front door. I got in the front seat and started the engine and drove off to his house. His house was just down the street but I was waaayyy to tired to walk. Jeez I didn't even pay attention to what I was wearing . . . SHIT! What am I wearing! If this is what I think it is, I'm for sure screwed. I had a red V-neck and a short white skirt on. Yep, I'm screwed. Literally and figuratively. I pulled in front of his house and walked around to his window and knocked. He looked over to the window and walked over and opened it with a blank stare. There was an open laptop on his bed.

"Look, here's the broad." I looked around his room, luckily there was no one there. I climbed in making sure that my skirt didn't fly up or anything like that. He led me to his bed and grabbed the laptop.

"I finally found exactly what I was looking for!

I checked the laptop and there was . . . porn on there. Carl hit play.

It was disgusting! I don't even want to talk about it. when the video was over carl turned to me. "I'm in a pretty good mood today, last month of school, and my girlfriend sitting right next to me clearly wanting what we just saw judging by he outfit." then he grabbed me.

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