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Here is the next installment for your critque pleasure!?

If you could read the first part in books and authors called"If you would be so kind as to" that would be great please and thank you!-*It felt as if I had slept for centuries and when I woke up I looked around and listened but it was still and quiet. After getting out from underneath the bed I looked out the window saw the sun creeping around behind the grey shifting clouds. Still feeling groggy I sat down on the bed not a single noise, that's new my bed always creaks. Resting my hands in my lap I looked down and saw my cut, ha it was nothing but a mere scratch but it sure hurt when that book hit it. The window, the glass, the book, the trap door, the chain, the hallway, what happened last night? The air had a dense smell to it, the room smelled; I know that smell, where have I smelt that ALICE, that is her perfume. Where is my best friend when I need her? She is always here when I need her! Focus where am I? There aren't any spider webs, layers of dust, or markings of any kind in the room; someone must have recently left or escaped I want to escape from this place as well. Standing up made me feel as my knees were going to buckle but that feeling left as soon as I looked in the mirror and saw the blood spot on my cheek. Looking closer I realized it was as if someone had kissed me with blood as lipstick and it smeared. Looking at the mirror once more I turned away, Needing to get out of the room and wash my face I got the courage to walk to the door, took a deep breathe and turned the handle, opened the door and shut it quietly as not to be heard by anyone listening. Bathroom, I need a bathroom where is the bathroom? Walking with grace I went to the door at the end of the hallway and with out listening opened the door to find a bathroom. What a messy bathroom you could hardly find the toilet let alone the sink, the counter was underneath a plethora of women's products ranging from make-up to a cute pink soap dispenser. The sound of the water running, why am I in a bath tub, that was so weird why did I just see myself in a bathtub with running water flowing down over the sides. After washing my face I washed my hands and right next the soap was a clock that read 12:35 Sunday. It's noon on Sunday that is a start. Stepping back out into the hallway she looked straight and saw windows, floor to ceiling windows. It was as if time stood still except for her nothing in the house moved or made a single noise. No one is home if someone does live here maybe I should take a look around in case there is something that will tell me where I am at or more importantly how I got here. Grumble Grumble Grumble there must be a volcano in my stomach or I am really hungry, maybe I should start with the kitchen. Standing at the end of the hallway past all the doors and the sight I saw was so beautiful but so familiar. Out past the large windows was a lake. Watching the ripples reach the end of the lake made me cry, it was like a deja vu I couldn't see but I could still feel. There was a dock but no boat. The great majestic trees swayed with the wind towards the house. I looked to my right and saw a few couches and a small coffee table. Shifting my eyes to the left I saw stairs. I was upstairs maybe there is someone down stairs I should be careful. Lightly stepping from step to step down the stairs that go straight down I get to the bottom and peer out into, once again, an empty space but there was something different about this kind of empty. It was an empty that wasn't perfectly untouched empty. The down stairs was one room divided into sections, the kitchen which had and empty pizza box on the counter, a living room with couches, a recliner, coffee tables, an open book, floor lamps, a fire place made out of red bricks, carpet that was off-white with a rug in the middle. The RUG, I am still in someone else's house. I ran into the kitchen to grab something to eat out of the refrigerator, that...that...that's me, why am I on the fridge and who on earth am I with. How creepy is this, I wake up in some persons house that I somewhat remember not only that but my picture is on the refrigerator. N'Cole was written across the fridge door in magnet letters, I wonder who N'Cole is. Opening the refrigerator door revealed empty shelves with only two pop cans and string cheese. Well string cheese and pop will have to do; I do like to peel the string cheese. No T.V. how odd every house has a television. Resting my rump sure did feel good, but when I went to put my feet on the table, shame shame mother always told me it wasn't polite, I saw a letter, a letter addressed to YOU. Who was you? Maybe YOU was a him or a her, wait I am a YOU, it couldn't hurt to take a peek. I have always been skilled at the art of snooping, back in the day when I was younger mom and dad would try to hide things from me like a surprise birthday but the surprise was always on them. I remember one time when I was turning sixteen and way caught up in the having to look pretty all the time, they thought it would be funny to throw me a surprise birthday party so I would be unprepared and finally prove to me that my friends don't care what I look like, ha! I showed up in a new outfit, hair done, and looking radiant. I mean if you are going to throw me a party don't discuss it anywhere near me or my house, and be on watch at all times. Sometimes my parents would ask me if I had another set of eyes and hears hidden somewhere, it was always so funny to me. After shortly finishing my snack I shoved my wrapper into my empty pop can wiped my hands on my pants and snatched the letter from the table and held it in my hands for a couple minutes. Time may be slipping away faster than I want until someone comes home. I need to read the letter. Turning the white envelope over I begin to get ready to slide my finger under the flap to open it but it was already open, well they will never know I read it then, huh! After pulling the paper out ever so gently I looked at the folded sheet of paper as if I was holding a secret to life. Opening the letter I stared at it blankly for a few moments before remembering what I was doing, but the paper was so captivating and elegant. It was if the paper was a scroll that had been folded, the edge of the paper had a thin gold trim, and towards the end there was a tiny gold star with a tattered cross next to it.

Public Comments

1. Thank you for sharing this with me I really am intrigued by your subject matter.I do not understand why you have no paragraphs. I am truly enjoying this tale. I hope to be able to read it in it's entire form soon. Good Luck. Have a wonderful day Taylor
2. no taylor i was not joking about the book! i really do hope it works out for you. i like the way you describe things.. i can picture it in my head. Stepping back out into the hallway she looked straight and saw windows, floor to ceiling windows. shouldnt it be "i" instead of "she"? otherwise its not bad