Matter
"You have to eat at least something," He insisted, rolling his eyes a bit.
"I am not hungry!" I said, raising my voice a bit. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief. "I am not in the mood to deal with you right now, Morstan. Give me my note book and get away from my table," I snapped.
"My name is Sebastian, not Morstan, for one. Two, you have to eat at least a little. Three, this isn't your table. It's the complexes table and it's in a common room, so it's for everyone. Four, I'm not giving it back until you eat something," He listed in a matter-of-factly tone. I groaned and banged my head on the table.
"Fine. Give me your chocolate milk," I sighed, holding my hand out to him and resisting saying that Morstan was in fact his name, just not his first name.
"You have to have /food/ food, not a drink," he sighed, handing me his unopened chocolate milk anyway. I smiled some and quickly opened it, downing it all a bit too quickly.
"There. Food. Now give me my note book and go away," I said rudely, but not really caring because he was invading my space and I didn't like that. He gave me this incredibly sarcastic look and scooted his tray over to me along with my note book, then stood.
"Eat. I'll talk to you later," he said flatly, though he was obviously not happy. I didn't care, though, and just smiled to myself a bit as he walked off with his hands deep in his pockets.
"Bye bye," I said happily but quietly, as I bent over my note book again and began writing.
/We aren't very good friends, everyone else and I. I'm the 'loner of the group' as Edison puts it, but I don't care. I like being alone. I am left to my own thoughts and my own business, and I don't have to be caught up in the mundane conversations my roommates have. Morstan insists on talking to me, though. I don't know why, however. I'm always quite rude to him and I never apologize, but he comes back religiously as if nothing happened./
"Minerva! Hey, I need to talk to you!" A distinctly female voice shouted. I glanced up and shoved a forkful of cold mashed potato into my mouth so I wouldn't be expected to speak to the waving-and-running-over Hawthorne. I tried to not gag on the potatoes as I over-chewed them to postpone the inevitable talking.
She slid down into the seat where Sebastian was sitting with her back straight and her hands in her lap. I looked up at her to show I acknowledged the fact that she was there.
"Hi Alexandra!" She exclaimed, using my real name to appeal to me psychologically. I nodded and gave a little wave, still chewing.
"What were you and Morstan talking about?" She asked eagerly. I wondered if she saw him storming away, but I just shrugged. She gave me this sarcastic look.
"You like him, don't you?" She asked with a sly smile.
I swallowed. Thank goodness- otherwise I would have spat it out all over her. I coughed a bit before looking at her skeptically.
"You think /I/ like /him/?" I asked in a tone that matched my expression. She just kept smiling like she knew something I didn't.
"And here I thought we were all supposed to be mature and genius'," I rolled my eyes.
"You like him," she confirmed to herself, seemingly unaffected by my maturity comment.
"I don't like anyone, Hawthorne. Now her away from my table and leave me alone," I retorted, taking a large bite of the mashed potatoes again. I actually did gag this time, taking away from the effect.
"Think whatever you like; you like him," she said smugly, standing and running back over to the other girls. I glared after her and spat the potatoes back on the tray. I don't know why she thought I liked him... I had never liked anyone. I sighed and went back to my notebook. I just needed to go back to my own mind. I looked back down at my notebook but was lacking inspiration suddenly, so I just wrote,
"/I am a sociopath./"
(Skip to whenever. Later that night I suppose. Alex will be in her bunk in her room. Let's say it's around ten at night.
Oh my. I just realized I am focusing more on 'sociopath' than 'matter'. Oh well. I don't have to base the story off of the word 'matter', I just use inspiration from the word. Right. Okay, I need to quit rambling and write now. Right. Okay, go!)
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We were on our way to go get supplies in the city from our rugged little campout on the outskirts of said city. Which city it was, we weren't sure, we just knew it was safe and that was what mattered.
I sat in the back of the pickup with Seb, Beck, and Tanner as Nathan drove with John in shotgun.
We all had weapons and our makeshift armor in case of looters, but that was the only reason. There were zero Snatchers in the city because they had moved away from this one a long, long time ago. They hit the big cities and populations first and mainly, so this one (city I mean) had been long since forgotten.
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What
Is
Happening
To
Me I don't
Know
My
Jaw
Won't
Close
I can't see
Straight
I cannot
Hold
Still
I feel
Like
My
Heart
Is
Racing
Faster than
A rabbit
My breathing
Is
Irregular
My
Veins
Hurt
My blood
Is frozen
In place
In me
It is
Effecting
Me
I cannot
See it
Has blinded me
Help
Misha
Is after
Me and Prince
Is no where to
Be found
My eyes
My eyes help me
To see
They don't work
Help me
The
Owl
My
Friend
Is
Hurt
Prince
Is
Trying
To
Help
But
Misha
Is
Too
Strong
She
Is
Not
Practicing
Restraint
I can't
See
It
Isn't
Working
Prince
Help
Me
I see
The
One
And
The
Owl is
Bleeding
Out
I can't fix
Her
Help us
Misha
Fix your
Mistakes
Please
Misha
Help
Us
I'm
Slipping
Prince
I'm
Slipping
Owl
I'm
Flung
To
Miss
Everything
My arm is floating I am slipping things are drifting nothing will be the same she won't be fixed I am slipping help me now.
I can't breathe my stomach is empty I'm going to throw up the Owl is safe I am affected.
I can fly. I am not safe help me I am affected.
All is well. I am safe. I need rest. Good night world.
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As the car door opened I stepped out and I shielded the sun from my eyes with my hand and made a mental note to buy sunglasses.
It wasn't supposed to be sunny in London, I thought. That's why I came here; for the weather. Well, partly. I actually had several reasons and the weather was actually just a bonus.
I digress, sorry. I should probably start from the very beginning shouldn't I? Not from me going up to see my boss. Right, okay. Brace yourselves.
(Let's just go to flashback mode for this cos I want to do it like it's happening not as a reminisce, so yeah. Flashback, poof.)
"Dad, I can't read this..." Ethan complained, pointing at a sign that was in Spanish like everything else.
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She strained to hear anything from her bed in the house, just wishing that she could fall asleep. She wished the power would come back on so the humming of the fridge would lull her to sleep, but her wish wouldn't come true.
Just after midnight, dreadfully awaiting the beginning of the horrible storm that she had been preparing for almost a week, her entire houses power had gone out, and she couldn't sleep.
She didn't mind at first, but the silence was getting to her.
She grew up listening to a combination of her fathers quiet snoring, a dripping in the shower, and the wind outside, so much to her displeasure and her constant insisting of the opposite, she needed noise to sleep.
Sure her shower was dripping, but there was no wind and no snoring as much as she wished for it. To be honest the lack of noise was scaring her, and she could clearly hear her heartbeat, as well as her dogs. It scared her. She was getting more and more scared.
An image of a deformed human came into her mind that she had seen in the horror movie she watched last night before the power went out and all she could imagine was it at her bedside, reaching down at her. She opened her eyes quickly and looked where she expected it to be, but as she knew, nothing was there. She groaned in frustration and closed her eyes again.
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Manipulation
"Mom!" I cry out, staring at my hand in confusion, disbelief, and a few other not-so-great feelings.
I heard her come down the stairs in her no-hurry pace and shifted my weight from foot to foot nervously, gripping my right hands wrist with my left and looking at her anxiously as she came closer to me.
She looked at me worriedly as she saw how I looked and such, and moved faster over to me.
"Jay? What's wrong, honey?" She asked quietly, taking my hand from my own grip and looking at it closely.
"I just... I- I just..." I couldn't form the words I was thinking. She waited patiently for me to say it.
"I just moved water..." I said in a near-whisper. She let go of my hand and have me her, 'don't do that' look.
"You mean while you're doing the dishes, yes. I move water too," she said sarcastically.
"No, Mom, I mean I did it without touching it!" I argue, looking at the water-covered floor. She looked at me, raising an eyebrow like she didn't believe me.
"Did you use your mouth?" She asked, double checking because I actually pulled stuff like this all the time and she knew to check the details.
I think this is a NaNoWriMo contribution...?