{"id":17981,"date":"2023-09-21T09:06:10","date_gmt":"2023-09-21T14:06:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=17981"},"modified":"2023-09-21T09:06:12","modified_gmt":"2023-09-21T14:06:12","slug":"worst-night-of-my-life-unfinished","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2023\/09\/21\/worst-night-of-my-life-unfinished\/","title":{"rendered":"Worst Night Of My Life (Unfinished)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
This is a snippet of a much longer story that's not entirely fleshed out. Cheers!<\/pre>\n
I stumbled blindly through the yard, the open door swinging behind me, and everything was too loud.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cNicky!\u201d Sarah Ann called, joy ringing through her voice like a bell calling for its dog. \u201cWhere you going, Nicky?\u201d<\/p>\n
Punch dribbles from my hair, my shirt clings to my skin, and every breath I take feels like I\u2019m gonna die.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cIs that even your name? Nicky?\u201d She yells. \u201cBecause what I heard\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care what you heard!\u201d Even I could hear the tremor in my voice, the way every piece of me rattled as I scrambled my way into the woods with my hands quivering and my chest filled with wasps. \u201cJust leave me alone!\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to be here, I didn\u2019t want to be anywhere, I couldn\u2019t breathe right as everything was pounding on my skull like a drum and my chest was bashing itself in like the world was coming to an end and this was my final soliloquy.<\/p>\n
I kept everything straight, had all my accounts locked, not even my best friends knew, so what could\u2019ve tipped her off? How did she find out? Did she get into my phone? She got into my phone, and she saw it, that\u2019s what happened. I don\u2019t get to keep a single secret, and I trusted her, I really did trust her, why am I so stupid?<\/i><\/p>\n
I should\u2019ve realized I would\u2019ve gotten lost when I started running through woods that weren\u2019t mine. This wasn\u2019t my house, this was some stupid dumb party I decided to go to and now I\u2019m stuck here.<\/p>\n
By now the wind was starting to get to me, and I knew I couldn’t run much further, so I stopped, the tired burn of my legs and the shake in my hands just another part of the noise.<\/p>\n
\u201cNick?\u201d<\/p>\n
He found me. I didn\u2019t turn around.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t wanna talk right now.\u201d My voice cracks. \u201cSo don\u2019t make me talk right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t say anything. For once.<\/p>\n
But I couldn\u2019t, as my head ran a thousand different ideas about how I\u2019m gonna die and how this is gonna kill me. \u201cYou\u2019re not gonna fix this, Gray,\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t even know if you can fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I collapsed against a tree, my laughter hollow and my voice broken. \u201cI know what\u2019s gonna happen. The school finds out, calls my parents, and I\u2019m out of Westerfield by next Tuesday. Or they\u2019ll just call me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped myself.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t follow up on that. I guess he knew he couldn\u2019t. Instead he mutters, \u201cI was worried you were gonna come out here and do something stupid when I saw you running.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI dunno..\u201d He kicked up dirt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I wasn\u2019t, so.\u201d I shrugged. I said it just to get him to leave, but he didn\u2019t. I didn\u2019t know why I wouldn\u2019t just tell him to leave; it was like I couldn\u2019t. Maybe I knew I would be alone if I did.<\/p>\n



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This is a snippet of a much longer story that’s not entirely fleshed out. Cheers! I stumbled blindly through the yard, the open door swinging behind me, and everything was too loud. \u201cNicky!\u201d Sarah Ann called, joy ringing through her voice like a bell calling for its dog. \u201cWhere you going, Nicky?\u201d Punch dribbles from … Continue reading “Worst Night Of My Life (Unfinished)”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":89,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17981"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/89"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17981"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17981\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17983,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17981\/revisions\/17983"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17981"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17981"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17981"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}