I scream as the pain boils to a level higher than it had ever hit before. Its a weird sensation, having your heart die out. Its even weirder when you do it of your own free will. My name is Douglass. Call me Doug, that's what everyone else does. I am extremely sorry for what you are about to read. For once you've read it, I am afraid it might affect you too. If it does, I am sorry. I had no choice in writing this; if I hadn't, you'd be dead in weeks, months if you're lucky. Lets go back, shall we? Back to a time before all the heart burning and the endless power. Back to the day before my life turned into hell. We'll call this day, Tuesday. Tuesday started out like any other day... "Mom, do I have to go to school??" I groaned from my bedroom "Douglass, its Tuesday. If you don't go to school, then you can't play video games for a week." Meet mom. Her real name is Sally Jacobs, but to me she is mom. She is the only person who still calls me Douglass, and she won't stop. Even now, 2 years later. Sorry bout that, back to Tuesday. "But mom its Tuesday! I have no real schoolwork on Tuesdays!" "So then why are you complaining so much??" "Ugh whatever," I finally gave in as I moped out of bed. I dressed in my latest fashion statement (jeans and a T-shirt, hoodie on top) and walked down the stairs for breakfast. "Mom whats for breakfast?" "Why don't you make yourself something for once??" I snort at this, seeing as I always make my own meals, and grab a granola bar and an energy drink from the kitchen. "See ya later mom." "See ya hon!" I grab my skateboard and run out the door on my way to school, cracking open the energy drink as I do. ------------------------ The story does get more interesting, trust me. Just wanted to see what people thought of it before I continued writing. I am open to adjusting the intro, or the whole beginning. Post on this thread, IDGAF lol
Moar! I kept thinking Douglass was spellcheck, but apparently not. Good. TELL ME WHAT THIS ENDLESS POWER IS!!
Hmm.. and I thought someone burning their heart of their own free will was a good enough hook in itself. Eh, okay. Will work on it.
Oooh! I do have a suggestion!!! "The Story of Douglass Lincer" sounds a little bland. Make it something else. Like I had a story I posted a while ago, and I'm rewriting it now. It WAS called "The Story of Icarus" but now I've decided to call it "Taking Flight" because of a few things that occur in the story.
As I rode up to the school, my mind started to wander. I started to think about last Friday, and the strange lady that I had seen... "Hey, sonny, come here a minute," a weird old lady had said to me. "Umm... well okay!" I had ridden my board over to her, hopped off and stood by the alley where she was at. "Come here for a second, boy." "Can I ask why?" "Because I have a surprise for you!" "...Okay... Do I know you?" "No silly, but you will. Oh yes you will." She says this with I imagined to be an evil grin, but I couldn't see her as she was walking away from me. "Umm I have school in 30 minutes, is this going to take long?" I ask as we reach a shed hidden in the alley "No sonny, no it won't." She starts to search through her boxes inside the shed. "Ha! Found you!" she exclaims as she pulls out what looks like lotion. I look closer and the container says hand creme. "You want to give me... lotion." "Its not lotion you silly boy. Its medication. I am giving to you the art and finesse that your kind lost thousands of years ago." She squeezes out about a quarter sized drop, and I start to gag. The smell of the lotion is enough to make me start backing away. "I, uhh, I think I should go..." I say as I back away slowly. "You're not going ANYWHERE!" She grabs my hand. I try to pull away but its as if she has chained my hand to Mt. Everest, "What the... Leave me alone!" I start thrashing and then I feel the cool substance being rubbed onto my hand. It feels... nice. Cool, makes my skin tingle. I even give her my other hand to rub the lotion onto. For some reason she is only rubbing it into the palm. "I'm sorry, honey. This will hurt a little, but it will be over soon." She mutters a few words that make exactly no sense to me, and my palms start to tingle. I turn my hands to look at them, and they start to burn. And by burn, I mean like I grabbed a flaming log right on the ashes and the fire. I screamed bloody murder, and the burning just got stronger. I felt the burning start to move. It wasn't in my hands anymore, it was traveling up my arms. When it reached my shoulders, it was as if someone poured gasoline on the flames. The pain was so bad I fell to my knees, sobbing. As the burning started to move again, it slowly came together, right in the middle of my chest. As soon as the two burning flames touched my heart, my eyes rolled back and I fell forward, unconscious. ------- More coming soon...
(OP is my alt, so am continuing story on this account atm) ------ As I was thinking about what happened next, I ran straight into my principal, Mr. Scewert. Mr. Scewert is a very small, very annoying man. For the next 10 minutes he lectured me on how I should pay attention 24/7 on my surroundings. I asked him if that meant I should sleep with my eyes open, and he just glared at me. ------- Before I go on, is it confusing to bounce back and forth between flashback and real life? I was planning on doing it for a while, but I won't if it is too confusing.