The grass was soft underneath my bare feet, like the feeling of thick soft carpet. It smelled fresh like flowers and rain. The trees danced around me ever so gently in the wind.
I spun around in a circle, taking everything in with my wide, innocent eyes. Breathing heavily, my cheeks rosy.
I hear laughter hidden in the trees, I smiled in the direction towards it. I went after the sound, sprinting.
My feet fell into a rhythm, like a drum's constant beat. As I raced to find the creator of the sound that seemed as difficult to find as the end of the rainbow. Impossible, even though you never wanted to believe it.
I ran into the swarm beckoning trees and heard the laughter again. The high-pitched youthful squeal. I echoed back the laugh and ran again towards.
Pat. Pat pat. Go my feet on the soft grass.
Finally I made it too where the noise came from but nothing was there, I frowned.
The laughter came from behind me, I didn't turn around.
The haunted high pitched laughter didn't cease. I finally turned around, and there he stood. My childhood best friend.
He laughed at me, his smile filled his face.
But it only lasted a second before the thunder of a shotgun filled the air. It rung my ears, and I watched unmoving as he fell to the ground.
"I found you," I whispered.
I woke up in a cold sweat, instantly sitting up. My sheets tangling around me, in trapping, forcing me to spend even longer in a terrible nightmarish state. Pondering my dream.
But I didn't need to think about it, I knew exactly what the dream was about. And even though I never wanted to think about it again.
I quickly jumped out of my sheets and sighed. I felt cold and empty inside. Like the place the bullet went through.
No, you aren't going to think about that anymore. I scolded myself.
I brushed my messy auburn hair behind my ears. How do you live your life trying to forget the one thing that is always on your mind? Empty, that's how.
I shrugged on a loose green t shirt and my skinny jeans and looked in the mirror. My face looked pained, I had given up trying to hide it years ago.
I made my bed and tried to make myself look close to presentable before walking outside of my bedroom.
Quiet, empty.
I guess that's what's happens when you live by yourself. After four years on my own I still wasn't used to it. My first ever home.
The only sound was my heartbeat in my ears, still full of adrenaline.
I walked into the kitchen and tried to distract myself by making breakfast.
A few minutes later I sat down at my kitchen table with a ham and cheese omelet and coffee.
I quickly ate, even though I wasn't very hungry.
I was about ready to commit to doing the dishes when my phone rang from the living room.
I frowned almost no one ever calls before ten a clock let alone at 7 in the morning. It was an unknown caller.
"Hello?" I answered confused. Who was calling me? What did they want?
But no one answered.
"Hello?" My voice raised a little, I didn't know why I was so angry but this person was frustrating me.
Again not a word was said.
"Hello?! If this was a prank call it isn't funny!"
I waited a second in silence, maybe someone would answer.
After about several seconds of holding my breath a single sound made me drop my phone.
My ears buzzing, my heart pounding, my breath was heavy.
It was a gun shot. The same one I heard every night in my dreams.
Hello?! Hello there fellow potatoes! I know I am writing a book currently kinda in this style but I just need a break to kinda my creative potato juices flowing you know? So I am going to be writing both stories but mostly likely focusing more on this one for a while.
Does this story suck as bad as I think it does?
Yep.
Do I care?
Nope.
Am I still going to write it?
Yeah.
Am I done random yet?
Perhaps.
Bye potatbros!
