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Here's a story/fan fic sort of that I wrote a while ago..... I wasn't sure if I should continue it or not, so tell me if I should, please.
and also tell me what you think....
love the author RoseLilly
Chapter 1:
The droplets fell gently on to my skin as the light faded to darkness. It’s my time now, dusk a simple time of the day or may it be a time of night. It doesn’t really fit in anywhere always hanging in between. Not quiet day but not quite night. Just a halfway point that is somewhere in the middle. I wonder why we have it.
It’s like god wanted a middle point. That’s if there is a god but then there has to be because if there were no god there wouldn’t be us. Then some can say science was what made it all possible. Then how did science get there in the first place? No one knows so then there has to be a god.
It does seem just a big confusing mess to me. It makes no sense but still it has sense to be made. Now I’m just confusing myself.
I sighed grabbing hold of the branch above my head steadying my self against the wind as the rain started again. The light patter that soothed my cold heart making me smile amongst the darkness.
This is my favorite spot. Just sitting here, listening to the world forgetting everything from the inside out. It just makes all the tension go away. I have use this spot ever since I was little. It has grown a bit since then. A tree; a big old oak, that is covered with deep green leaves nearly all year round, that is perfect for adventures or just plain anything really. My place. Where I finally feel at home. The one place I can be who I want to be and not be yelled at for it. Not be scrolled and told I’m wrong.
It’s a peace of me that I couldn’t live with out even if I tried. I know that may be weird, but it’s not to me. I just don’t care what others think about it. All that counts is what I think not them. They wont be able to rule my life forever even though they may think that.
I smiled and leaned back against the trunk, dangling my legs down over the branch and listening to the soft droplets that fell on to the leaves and the ground. I watched as the first stars started to show in between the gaps of the clouds. Making small little lights that twinkled in the darkness. I wonder how long I’ll get to stay like this until they work out I have disappeared again. It could be hours then again it could be minuets or seconds. I guess I just can live this up while it lasts. They always seem to find out I’m gone one way or another. I don’t know how though. I have gotten a lot better over the years.
Closing my eyes I rested my head back, squishing my golden light brown curls against the tree. Forcing my ponytail off to one side and wetting the top of my head as a couple more raindrops fell from the sky.
“Dusk, Dusk, where are you?!” I could hear her sweet voice from all the way out here. My twin sister Dawn. She is that loud you could properly hear her from a mile away maybe even more. I guess that’s just her though she sure does worry about me a lot. I never seem to know why though. I sighed. This is just great. I didn’t even get to stay out that long. Why can’t I just have peace in this place? It’s just impossible.
I better go see how close she getting. I sighed again moving across the branch to the second story window of the building. Looking in as dawn made her way into view.
“Dusk.” She called again looking into one of the doors before flicking her golden light brown curls to the back of her and walking a little more this way. She is always so graceful with her movements like some doll or model from one of those olden day movies that are perfect in everyway. I don’t see how she can do it with out any effort at all and make it look so easy. Let me tell you it’s not.
She placed her hands on her hips before one of the house guards came running into the hall. He stopped behind her slowly as he huffed a little. I can tell now that it’s Michael. With his dark hair pulled back out of his face, which is flushed from running around. His brown eyes looked wide at her as he opened his mouth slightly.
“My lady, have you found the young miss yet?” he spoke roughly as my sister sighed and looked toward the window.
“ No sorry Michael, I haven’t.”
“Then where could she be the guards have looked everywhere for her.” he exclaimed.
“I know and I’m sorry. Can you please tell father when I do find her, I’ll bring her back as presentable as I can.” She told him and gestured for him to leave with the order.
“Yes my lady.” He bowed before turning and rushing out of sight. Her face turned grave as she headed over toward me. I moved back and ducked behind one of the branches that are covered with wet leaves to hide myself from her.
“Dusk it’s no use, I know your there.” She groaned shaking her head as her curls bobbed side to side. I peaked out from behind the branch giving her a big bright grin. I could just see the disappointment on her face. She acted too much like an adult sometimes. She needs to learn how to have a bit of fun. She just shakes her head again before opening the window fully so that a person could fit through. “Come on now, get inside, father is already have another one of his hissy fits.”
“What if I say no Dawnie, I’m happy here. I don’t want to see father, he can have another one of his hissy fits for all I care. He will anyway. If he wants to see me he can come find me and get off that royal hinny of his!” she growled at me looking up at my face with upset eyes and that hint of anger. That she hardly ever shows unless someone annoys her more then her limit. Which isn’t very often.
“Dusk Rose Iverantry, stop being a child and get inside the house now!” she yelled at me forcing a shiver down my spine as another drop of water fell onto my skin. It scares me how she acts so much like father when she angry. What scares me even more is how she uses my full name. I don’t know why. I do know if I don’t get in she will be the one chucking the hissy fits.
“Fine.” I muttered slipping my legs over the window sillve and dropping myself down into the house. Well really it’s not a house, it’s more like what people would call a mansion, but father and mother insist on the fact that it’s just a house. I have lived here my entire life; you would expect me to know every inch of this place. Well that is far from the truth. There are at least a hundred or more rooms I haven’t even set a foot in. There may as well be more for all I know. This house is always like a big maze. It is so easy to get lost in this place. I can’t count how many times I have and Drawn or one of the guards had to come find me and put me back on tract. I can’t see how they can remember this place so well. It seems so impossible to me. The only place I don’t get lost, is my room but then its so big and messy most the time I would properly get lost in there to. It would be around three times as big as any normal bedroom and that is not including the personal bathroom. This is not the only thing in so-called house that most normal houses don’t. We have our own library that has millions of books covering the walls and shelves. Its dark and musty, with that old smell but it great place to get away from it all sometimes. There is also a ballroom, an indoor pool, at least a good ten bathrooms maybe even more. We don’t have a dining room, well we do but its a dining hall more then any small room. That’s right a hall. It’s too big to just be a room. There is also the kitchen down stairs on the first floor. Where chief Chris cooks up a storm for all of us and our guests. Oh opps my mistake I mean chief Christopher. I call him Chris though it’s much easier to remember. Now that I think about it, I want to so going to tell my parents that this is not a house in the least. I properly get yelled at for it though. Oh well.
“Errrhmmm…” drawn interrupted my thoughts looking me up and down while shaking her head from side to side.
“What?”
“What the hell are you wearing? And what did you do? Roll in the mud?” she exclaimed throwing her hands up. I shrugged and looked down at myself. I’m wearing one of my favorite black t-shirts that is completely socked and cling to my body. In big red font is the words ‘what’s wrong with this’ on the front of the t-shirt; this had been covered in splashes of mud. Most likely from when I fell over before climbing the tree. Someone would have laughed if they saw me fall. I guess then again they wouldn’t have because there so use to me falling over. I’m so very clumsy sometimes. And that if they did laugh at me they would be scared to be fired by father or something. My jeans aren’t much better then my t-shirt they are also covered in mud. Which was making them cling to my body as well. With the holes in the knees and ripped slightly at the bottom. I properly look like a hobo. I don’t really care though. I was happy in the rain with the mud and all. I also have no shoes on, my bare toes wiggled on the warm carpeted floor. I looked back up at Dawn, flicking my wet fringe out of my eyes.
“Read the top.” I grinned.
“Everything!” she growled. “ Why can’t you be normal? Dress proper like father wants us to. Like me. Father doesn’t go off at me like he does at you.”
I looked her up and down. She has on one of her plain pink dresses that hangs just above the knee. Around the middle of the dress is ribbon that is neatly tired in a bow at the back of her. Her hair hangs in golden light brown curls around her shoulders. Her shoes are simple with a slight heal. She has deep blue eyes unlike me; mine are a light to dark gray-blue that are always changing. This was all tied in by a light shade of makeup that complimented her. She looks a hell of a lot like a princess. It’s not like we are princesses because we’re not. It is just father likes us to look and act like them. It’s all just plain stupid to me.
“We might be twins Dawn but where not the same. I don’t like to look like that, even though father says we half to look presentable and so on. Its just plain uncomfortable to me so what ever. I just don’t really care what I look like or what you or father or anyone else thinks about me.” I told her crossing my arms across my chest as she sighed.
“Fine, fine Dusk. Wear what you want, but just one thing please. Could you at least let your hair down and clean the mud of your face. You look like a mud monster from beyond the grave.” She laughed smiling brightly at me.
“That’s two things not one.”
“Oh well please. For me.” she pouted giving me the puppy dog look. It never works for her but she sure will give it all she’s got when she wants something. I guess that’s something we got in common. We both try our best if we get something out of it, even if it’s something as small as a smile.
“Why?”
“Because we’re meeting more people who are coming to our party next week. I want them to think you’re a girl at least. Not some mud monster.”
The party is for our sixteenth birthday. I really don’t see what’s so important about it. It’s just another birthday to me. But to Dawn and my father it seems it is there biggest thing in there lives at the moment. While to me it’s more like a pain in my side that won’t go away. From the dress fittings, to meeting all these people that father has invited to picking out decorations. Its just boring and it makes me want to sleep. But for Dawn it’s a dream come true. She has been so happy lately because of it. It’s like she can’t wait for it to come. I’m just glad to see her smile again. She worries way too much sometimes. I just like it better when she is happy. I think that’s the only reason I can stand all this. If it wasn’t making her happy I wouldn’t be able to.
I really don’t understand why father is so joyous and excited about the occasion. It’s like it’s his sixteenth not ours. His parading around on his high horse. Smiling at everything and is getting at me more and more everyday. He didn’t use to care what I looked like or how I acted but ever since that day. He changed. Trying to make me perfect more like Dawn. I didn’t want to though, so I stuck to being me. I didn’t listen to him. Now as I get older and more time passes his getting a lot worse. Sometimes I’m getting to the point where I can’t even stand to be in the same room as him anymore. I guess after it’s over it will get better. I don’t know if it will for sure. I just hope it does for my sake and Dawns. She has been worry about me ever since the day he started on me. I just want her to stop. I guess I can do this for her today. Just so she can be happy.
“Fine, fine Dawn.” I groaned making us both laugh as she grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me down the hall. She walks way to fast for my liking. I can hardly keep up with her, so I get dragged along behind her like a small puppy on a leash for the first time. She only walks like this when she is in a hurry. Father must be really angry with me. That’s usually the reason behind the rush and fast walking of Dawn. Unless she is excited about something that is going to happen but it doesn’t seem like the case today.
She pulled me into one of the bathrooms on the north side. They are always the smaller bathrooms in this place. With only a basic structure; a basin on the right side with a mirror just above it, toilet and shower on the left, hand rail with towels next to the shower and a small cupboard next to the basin. Its very simple designed and they always seem to have dark tiles of some sort.
She pulled out a face washer and soaked it carefully with water before walking over to me and pulling me over to the basin. I looked at our reflection in the mirror. She wasn’t lying when she said I looked like a mud monster. My face is covered in splashes of mud that seemed to make a weird pattern. My freckles couldn’t even be seen with all this mud. My side-fringe hung wet and dripping over one of my eyes. My clothes didn’t help my look at all. I guess she was right about the need for me to get cleaned up.
I sighed grabbing the face washer and wiping the mud from my face. Cleaning every speck as Dawn stood watching quietly. It almost seemed that she wasn’t even there. I fished cleaning and dumped the face washer in to the mucky brown water.
“Okay all done lets go.” I smiled at dawn hoping she would forget all about my hair.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Nope”
“You sure?”
“Yep”
“Liar!” she yelled grabbing my arm before I could make a run for it.
“Awww man… I hope you forgotten all about my hair.”
“Nope, not with the way it looks.”
“Fine.” I muttered looking at her. “You do it then.”
“Okay.” She smiled taking my ponytail out.
She took a while to do my hair. I didn’t mind though, it just made the time longer till I had to face father. Which is good because I know he will be in a horrible mood after he see what I’m wearing. Not that his not already in one from the fact he had the whole place looking for me. Oh well he will get over it eventually.
I turned around to look back in the mirror. I look exactly like Dawn now other then the clothing and our eyes. No one could tell us apart when we were little. We looked too much a like. If it weren’t for my boyish behavior no one would have ever. Then my eyes changed when I was six and a half. I don’t want to remember how. I have blocked that from my mind. I never want to remember it. As long as I live.
“That’s all. Right?” I looked at dawn. “ No forcing me to change clothes or anything.”
“No Dusk. Stop stalling, come on we are already late.” She told me walking out the bathroom and back into the hall, with me trail behind her.
okay im sorry its very long xd but thats only half the chapter but tell me what u ppls think anyway^^
and also tell me what you think....
love the author RoseLilly
Chapter 1:
The droplets fell gently on to my skin as the light faded to darkness. It’s my time now, dusk a simple time of the day or may it be a time of night. It doesn’t really fit in anywhere always hanging in between. Not quiet day but not quite night. Just a halfway point that is somewhere in the middle. I wonder why we have it.
It’s like god wanted a middle point. That’s if there is a god but then there has to be because if there were no god there wouldn’t be us. Then some can say science was what made it all possible. Then how did science get there in the first place? No one knows so then there has to be a god.
It does seem just a big confusing mess to me. It makes no sense but still it has sense to be made. Now I’m just confusing myself.
I sighed grabbing hold of the branch above my head steadying my self against the wind as the rain started again. The light patter that soothed my cold heart making me smile amongst the darkness.
This is my favorite spot. Just sitting here, listening to the world forgetting everything from the inside out. It just makes all the tension go away. I have use this spot ever since I was little. It has grown a bit since then. A tree; a big old oak, that is covered with deep green leaves nearly all year round, that is perfect for adventures or just plain anything really. My place. Where I finally feel at home. The one place I can be who I want to be and not be yelled at for it. Not be scrolled and told I’m wrong.
It’s a peace of me that I couldn’t live with out even if I tried. I know that may be weird, but it’s not to me. I just don’t care what others think about it. All that counts is what I think not them. They wont be able to rule my life forever even though they may think that.
I smiled and leaned back against the trunk, dangling my legs down over the branch and listening to the soft droplets that fell on to the leaves and the ground. I watched as the first stars started to show in between the gaps of the clouds. Making small little lights that twinkled in the darkness. I wonder how long I’ll get to stay like this until they work out I have disappeared again. It could be hours then again it could be minuets or seconds. I guess I just can live this up while it lasts. They always seem to find out I’m gone one way or another. I don’t know how though. I have gotten a lot better over the years.
Closing my eyes I rested my head back, squishing my golden light brown curls against the tree. Forcing my ponytail off to one side and wetting the top of my head as a couple more raindrops fell from the sky.
“Dusk, Dusk, where are you?!” I could hear her sweet voice from all the way out here. My twin sister Dawn. She is that loud you could properly hear her from a mile away maybe even more. I guess that’s just her though she sure does worry about me a lot. I never seem to know why though. I sighed. This is just great. I didn’t even get to stay out that long. Why can’t I just have peace in this place? It’s just impossible.
I better go see how close she getting. I sighed again moving across the branch to the second story window of the building. Looking in as dawn made her way into view.
“Dusk.” She called again looking into one of the doors before flicking her golden light brown curls to the back of her and walking a little more this way. She is always so graceful with her movements like some doll or model from one of those olden day movies that are perfect in everyway. I don’t see how she can do it with out any effort at all and make it look so easy. Let me tell you it’s not.
She placed her hands on her hips before one of the house guards came running into the hall. He stopped behind her slowly as he huffed a little. I can tell now that it’s Michael. With his dark hair pulled back out of his face, which is flushed from running around. His brown eyes looked wide at her as he opened his mouth slightly.
“My lady, have you found the young miss yet?” he spoke roughly as my sister sighed and looked toward the window.
“ No sorry Michael, I haven’t.”
“Then where could she be the guards have looked everywhere for her.” he exclaimed.
“I know and I’m sorry. Can you please tell father when I do find her, I’ll bring her back as presentable as I can.” She told him and gestured for him to leave with the order.
“Yes my lady.” He bowed before turning and rushing out of sight. Her face turned grave as she headed over toward me. I moved back and ducked behind one of the branches that are covered with wet leaves to hide myself from her.
“Dusk it’s no use, I know your there.” She groaned shaking her head as her curls bobbed side to side. I peaked out from behind the branch giving her a big bright grin. I could just see the disappointment on her face. She acted too much like an adult sometimes. She needs to learn how to have a bit of fun. She just shakes her head again before opening the window fully so that a person could fit through. “Come on now, get inside, father is already have another one of his hissy fits.”
“What if I say no Dawnie, I’m happy here. I don’t want to see father, he can have another one of his hissy fits for all I care. He will anyway. If he wants to see me he can come find me and get off that royal hinny of his!” she growled at me looking up at my face with upset eyes and that hint of anger. That she hardly ever shows unless someone annoys her more then her limit. Which isn’t very often.
“Dusk Rose Iverantry, stop being a child and get inside the house now!” she yelled at me forcing a shiver down my spine as another drop of water fell onto my skin. It scares me how she acts so much like father when she angry. What scares me even more is how she uses my full name. I don’t know why. I do know if I don’t get in she will be the one chucking the hissy fits.
“Fine.” I muttered slipping my legs over the window sillve and dropping myself down into the house. Well really it’s not a house, it’s more like what people would call a mansion, but father and mother insist on the fact that it’s just a house. I have lived here my entire life; you would expect me to know every inch of this place. Well that is far from the truth. There are at least a hundred or more rooms I haven’t even set a foot in. There may as well be more for all I know. This house is always like a big maze. It is so easy to get lost in this place. I can’t count how many times I have and Drawn or one of the guards had to come find me and put me back on tract. I can’t see how they can remember this place so well. It seems so impossible to me. The only place I don’t get lost, is my room but then its so big and messy most the time I would properly get lost in there to. It would be around three times as big as any normal bedroom and that is not including the personal bathroom. This is not the only thing in so-called house that most normal houses don’t. We have our own library that has millions of books covering the walls and shelves. Its dark and musty, with that old smell but it great place to get away from it all sometimes. There is also a ballroom, an indoor pool, at least a good ten bathrooms maybe even more. We don’t have a dining room, well we do but its a dining hall more then any small room. That’s right a hall. It’s too big to just be a room. There is also the kitchen down stairs on the first floor. Where chief Chris cooks up a storm for all of us and our guests. Oh opps my mistake I mean chief Christopher. I call him Chris though it’s much easier to remember. Now that I think about it, I want to so going to tell my parents that this is not a house in the least. I properly get yelled at for it though. Oh well.
“Errrhmmm…” drawn interrupted my thoughts looking me up and down while shaking her head from side to side.
“What?”
“What the hell are you wearing? And what did you do? Roll in the mud?” she exclaimed throwing her hands up. I shrugged and looked down at myself. I’m wearing one of my favorite black t-shirts that is completely socked and cling to my body. In big red font is the words ‘what’s wrong with this’ on the front of the t-shirt; this had been covered in splashes of mud. Most likely from when I fell over before climbing the tree. Someone would have laughed if they saw me fall. I guess then again they wouldn’t have because there so use to me falling over. I’m so very clumsy sometimes. And that if they did laugh at me they would be scared to be fired by father or something. My jeans aren’t much better then my t-shirt they are also covered in mud. Which was making them cling to my body as well. With the holes in the knees and ripped slightly at the bottom. I properly look like a hobo. I don’t really care though. I was happy in the rain with the mud and all. I also have no shoes on, my bare toes wiggled on the warm carpeted floor. I looked back up at Dawn, flicking my wet fringe out of my eyes.
“Read the top.” I grinned.
“Everything!” she growled. “ Why can’t you be normal? Dress proper like father wants us to. Like me. Father doesn’t go off at me like he does at you.”
I looked her up and down. She has on one of her plain pink dresses that hangs just above the knee. Around the middle of the dress is ribbon that is neatly tired in a bow at the back of her. Her hair hangs in golden light brown curls around her shoulders. Her shoes are simple with a slight heal. She has deep blue eyes unlike me; mine are a light to dark gray-blue that are always changing. This was all tied in by a light shade of makeup that complimented her. She looks a hell of a lot like a princess. It’s not like we are princesses because we’re not. It is just father likes us to look and act like them. It’s all just plain stupid to me.
“We might be twins Dawn but where not the same. I don’t like to look like that, even though father says we half to look presentable and so on. Its just plain uncomfortable to me so what ever. I just don’t really care what I look like or what you or father or anyone else thinks about me.” I told her crossing my arms across my chest as she sighed.
“Fine, fine Dusk. Wear what you want, but just one thing please. Could you at least let your hair down and clean the mud of your face. You look like a mud monster from beyond the grave.” She laughed smiling brightly at me.
“That’s two things not one.”
“Oh well please. For me.” she pouted giving me the puppy dog look. It never works for her but she sure will give it all she’s got when she wants something. I guess that’s something we got in common. We both try our best if we get something out of it, even if it’s something as small as a smile.
“Why?”
“Because we’re meeting more people who are coming to our party next week. I want them to think you’re a girl at least. Not some mud monster.”
The party is for our sixteenth birthday. I really don’t see what’s so important about it. It’s just another birthday to me. But to Dawn and my father it seems it is there biggest thing in there lives at the moment. While to me it’s more like a pain in my side that won’t go away. From the dress fittings, to meeting all these people that father has invited to picking out decorations. Its just boring and it makes me want to sleep. But for Dawn it’s a dream come true. She has been so happy lately because of it. It’s like she can’t wait for it to come. I’m just glad to see her smile again. She worries way too much sometimes. I just like it better when she is happy. I think that’s the only reason I can stand all this. If it wasn’t making her happy I wouldn’t be able to.
I really don’t understand why father is so joyous and excited about the occasion. It’s like it’s his sixteenth not ours. His parading around on his high horse. Smiling at everything and is getting at me more and more everyday. He didn’t use to care what I looked like or how I acted but ever since that day. He changed. Trying to make me perfect more like Dawn. I didn’t want to though, so I stuck to being me. I didn’t listen to him. Now as I get older and more time passes his getting a lot worse. Sometimes I’m getting to the point where I can’t even stand to be in the same room as him anymore. I guess after it’s over it will get better. I don’t know if it will for sure. I just hope it does for my sake and Dawns. She has been worry about me ever since the day he started on me. I just want her to stop. I guess I can do this for her today. Just so she can be happy.
“Fine, fine Dawn.” I groaned making us both laugh as she grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me down the hall. She walks way to fast for my liking. I can hardly keep up with her, so I get dragged along behind her like a small puppy on a leash for the first time. She only walks like this when she is in a hurry. Father must be really angry with me. That’s usually the reason behind the rush and fast walking of Dawn. Unless she is excited about something that is going to happen but it doesn’t seem like the case today.
She pulled me into one of the bathrooms on the north side. They are always the smaller bathrooms in this place. With only a basic structure; a basin on the right side with a mirror just above it, toilet and shower on the left, hand rail with towels next to the shower and a small cupboard next to the basin. Its very simple designed and they always seem to have dark tiles of some sort.
She pulled out a face washer and soaked it carefully with water before walking over to me and pulling me over to the basin. I looked at our reflection in the mirror. She wasn’t lying when she said I looked like a mud monster. My face is covered in splashes of mud that seemed to make a weird pattern. My freckles couldn’t even be seen with all this mud. My side-fringe hung wet and dripping over one of my eyes. My clothes didn’t help my look at all. I guess she was right about the need for me to get cleaned up.
I sighed grabbing the face washer and wiping the mud from my face. Cleaning every speck as Dawn stood watching quietly. It almost seemed that she wasn’t even there. I fished cleaning and dumped the face washer in to the mucky brown water.
“Okay all done lets go.” I smiled at dawn hoping she would forget all about my hair.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Nope”
“You sure?”
“Yep”
“Liar!” she yelled grabbing my arm before I could make a run for it.
“Awww man… I hope you forgotten all about my hair.”
“Nope, not with the way it looks.”
“Fine.” I muttered looking at her. “You do it then.”
“Okay.” She smiled taking my ponytail out.
She took a while to do my hair. I didn’t mind though, it just made the time longer till I had to face father. Which is good because I know he will be in a horrible mood after he see what I’m wearing. Not that his not already in one from the fact he had the whole place looking for me. Oh well he will get over it eventually.
I turned around to look back in the mirror. I look exactly like Dawn now other then the clothing and our eyes. No one could tell us apart when we were little. We looked too much a like. If it weren’t for my boyish behavior no one would have ever. Then my eyes changed when I was six and a half. I don’t want to remember how. I have blocked that from my mind. I never want to remember it. As long as I live.
“That’s all. Right?” I looked at dawn. “ No forcing me to change clothes or anything.”
“No Dusk. Stop stalling, come on we are already late.” She told me walking out the bathroom and back into the hall, with me trail behind her.
okay im sorry its very long xd but thats only half the chapter but tell me what u ppls think anyway^^
