You look out your tall broken window and all you can see is snow. You try to see your mailbox and you cannot, you can't even see the tree right outside your window it's such a blizzard. You sigh and drop the dark curtain.
"It's been like this for days," you say to yourself, "When will it let up?"
You pick up your cello and begin to play a song you've taught yourself. You've only been to cello lessons once yet it seems it's the right instrument for you.
After about a half hour of that your fingers begin to bleed from holding the strings down so hard.
"Heh, I guess I've pushed myself a little far today." you say to yourself, not making that big of a deal out of your fingers blood dripping on your cello.
You look outside again and still can't see anything, everything's white. You could even barely tell the days from nights some of the time.
You sit back in your chair letting your cello lean against your body, and letting your finger's blood drip.
"My love," You whisper to yourself, "how long do I have to suffer before I can see you again." and then you let your eyes slowly close and all you can hear is the wind. Suddenly you hear the door slam downstairs. You listen and hear your father screaming at the top of his lungs. He sounded so angry yet so ignorant because you could barely make out any of the words he was saying. You sigh and close your eyes again. "I just wish this nightmare would end," you say to yourself, It's been months and all you have seen is snow. Your entire family has been trapped in your house like prisoners, even your pets have been getting into fights to burn off energy and everyone is on the verge of insanity... you slowly start to go to sleep, your bow falls out of your hand then suddently you hear a small child. You wake up.
"Holly!" you hear the child calling out, "Holly!"
"Who's Holly?" you think to yourself. "Did someone lose their dog? And if so, why would they search for them during a blizzard?"
You get up and put your cello against your wall and lean your bow against your cello. You walk around infront of your three windows trying to see SOMETHING but you cannot.
"Holly!" you hear again. "Holly where are you!!" They're starting to sound desperate.
You walk to your door and open it, walking down the stairs of your house and almost out the door when you're stopped by your parents arguing insanely and your dogs barking at the argument. You just sigh and put your cloak and scarf on, and a lighter in your pocket, just in case of emergency, and you start out the door.
You can't tell where the road is so you stay to the right to make sure you're still in your yard. You hear the voice again but this time it sounded closer. You fight the wind and continue walking through the storm.
"Hello!" you yell, "Is anyone there?" And you continue walking towards the voice is coming from until you trip and fall into a deep pile of snow.
"Aye, damn it!" you say as you try to get out. "Maybe everything would be better if I just died here, now..." you say to yourself and look at the snow until it's completely covered you.
"Holly? Is that you?" you hear and you open your eyes to find an albino-looking child standing over you. You get started and jump up out of the snow-pit. When you pull yourself together you calmly stand up.
"Who are you?" you say to the child.
"Hello," says the child in an English accept. "Have you seen Holly?" The surprises you that she would have an English accept for you're in New York.
"Who's Holly?" you say not sounding too empathetic.
"Holly's my sister." says the child.
"Sister?!" you say surprised."You mean theres another person in this blizzard other than you!"
"Well," starts the little girl, "It's my fault we're out here. See I wanted to..."
The child starts talking non-stop and you start to lose interest in what she's saying.
"Okay, listen" you cut into her life-story, "Who is this Holly? I mean, what does she look like?" you say.
"She's about, your height... 16 years old... looks like me..." starts the little girl.
"Okay," you sigh, "Do you want me to help you find her?" you say not sounding very kind.
"Sure! You mean, you'll really help me find her?" she says.
"Well I can't really let you stay out here yourself..." you say to yourself.
"Yay!" hells the little girl as she jumped onto your back.
You start to stumble as you didn't think that the girl would jump onto your back.
"Damn it, Michelle, you're just too nice." you say to yourself under your breath. "Soon as I'm done with this, I can clear my conscious and go back to my cello, and it's nice to get out of the house." You start to walk holding the girl on your back.
"OH!" says the little girl poking her head onto your shoulder. "What's your name?" she says.
"Michelle." you say in an irritated tone. "You?"
"I'm Alissa!" she says.
"Alissa? That's a nice NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" your foot slips out from under you and the next thing you know you're sliding on your body down a hill.0.0 YOU GET BACK ONLINE RIGHT NOW AND FINISH!
hello?
Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich?
she abandoned me ;_;
Lol u actually want me to finish that? Well I can today, if u get ur freaking a on AIM NOW.
i am on aim. but your not Dx
Yeow! When I read that thing about bleeding fingers I was like, ick, mostly because I've actually done that right before this concert, and I gt blood on my beautiful violin. Sad times
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(this is MC) Sorry lol, but of course most of my stories are rather sick... I'm a very gruesome person when it comes to writing sometimes... And it's a CELLO, not a VIOLIN, CELLO CELLO! I don't like the violin... too wimpy. The violin like scratchy then the cello like BAM sexy sound. lol
(this is MC) no offense to violin players it just not for me... plus blood on the cello looks freaking awesome! arm flex, cept if it's not urs and u have to pay for it -.-
Its true. The violin does sound pretty crappy, but thats only if you dont know how to play it. Of course my first year playing it was like hell, but now, if sexiness had a sound, it would be the violin. And you have absolutely no idea how painful having to play the violin with blisters and cuts dripping down the strings. Disgusting.
Havent written a story in agesssss. But when I used to they'd only be about fairies and unicorns >_<
Lol. I love my cello, it's dark and mysterious and perdy.
My violin is small and compact, and sexy. Sounds like Ed, cept I don't like him, lol.
How can u not like Edo?? 0.0 lol... I thought of playing the cello when I first heard Hagi (from blood+) play it and I've been attatched to mine ever since ^_^
I love my violin. I gave i a naaaame, lol. How long have you been playing?
Lol like 2 weeks. Whats ur violin's name? I named my cello, Apple ^_^ lol. (And I named my guitar carmel so it's like carmel and apple lol get it?)
I called my violin Grace (it's so freaking graceful), but then I named my dancing shoes grace (yeah, I know, I give names to,like every inanimate object I own) so now, lol, I dont rele know.
I almost got named Grace... 0.0 weird. Well maybe u should go with food names like me...? lol
Back it off my name bitch! Lol. But yeah, i should call my violin sausage.
Sausage! OM NOM NOM NOM. ;D
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Lol. Or maybe u should name it like a color or something... i dunno
Yeah... I was kinda sugar-high then on blue Powerade. Sorry~!
Lol kay then...
Blue Powerade makes me reeeeally hyper. Dunno why.... o.O
Powerade tastes like crotch :p My brother used to have that when he was in swimming whatever in school and I tried one once, YUCK much? Totally ewness
It gives me cramps. And sausage all the way!
Ew, meat GROSS.
Love meat ^-^
I should start a meat fanclub for all you meat-lovers.
Lol I tried to start a vegie fanclub for vegetarians, but I didn't know any vegetarians lol so I tried to get my friends to be... they didn't last one day. -.- But I've stuck with it! arm flex Who's with me!