Post by Monica Henshaw S5 on Sept 15, 2005 10:01:55 GMT
((OOC: post is just for me but you can read it if you like. ))
It was early in the mourning when the suns rays started to enter threw Monica’s window curtains. The birds chirping in the distance. She was in a light sleep but then awakened when the rays reached her bed towards her face shinning. She opened her eyes lazily. "Shut-up” she said in a low weary voice. She wanted to have quit and nothing else. ‘Why can’t those birds chirp in somebody else’s house…. Stupid rats with wings!!!’ She thought tossing to the other side of her bed putting her covers over her head. Monica drifted off in her sleep…
BANG!!! The loud noise was echoing in Monica’s room. Monica was suddenly a wakened by the noise coming from outside her room. She got up from bed, quietly with her wand gripped tightly in her hand. She opened her bedroom door to see what it was. The dinning room was vacant but she could her people’s voices in the distance. Monica slowly walked towards where the sound was leading her. She surly wasn’t afraid if it was somebody robbing since she had a wand and knew how to use it. She slowly walked towards the noise but was shocked once she peaked into the other room. Her mother and father were screaming at each other. Her mother looked tired but very alert. She had tears in her eyes, which were bloodshot. Monica then looked at her father. He looked very furious as if her was about to explode. She wondered to what had happened and why her parents were in a fight. This was the first time they were in a fight or at least Monica’s first time enduring it. Monica watched the scene enduring every bit of piece of information she could have.
Her mother screamed. “No…you can’t do this to me!!! Don’t leave me! What about your daughter? Don’t you love her”…? “What if she isn’t my daughter”? Monica’s heart sank when she heard the answer her father just said. She couldn’t believe to what she heard. This time Monica didn't want to listen to the foolish words coming from her parent’s mouths. She ran into the room in between both of them. Her mother started shrieking in shock having tears roll down her face while her father gave a smirk ignoring the crying, pushing Monica out of the way yelling. “Silly girl get out of my way!!” Monica hit the wall hard, and then ran out of the room ans into her bedroom. She couldn’t endure anymore to what she had heard. She went to her bedroom sitting on the tip of her bed, wondering why her father treated her like this. He always loved her would never call her silly but he just did. Monica heard more dishes rattling and then shattering making loud crackling noises.
She stayed in her room for about a half an hour, reading a magazine that she had from last summer ago that she didn’t bother to read, but only when something was bothering her or if she was board. After she finished reading she knew the fight had stopped since she heard no noise at all. Her house seemed dead silent. She got up from sitting and made her way towards the kitchen. It was vacant except for the shattered piece of her mother’s china set broken all over the floor. She then made her way towards her mother’s room. This is when Monica thought she was starting to hallucinate or something. The bedroom’s wardrobe draws were all opened with out a piece of clothing in them.
She then ran around the house crazy looking for her parents. ‘They didn’t leave me’ she thought to herself. ‘They didn’t leave because they love me’…she thought again. After looking threw her house a hundred times Monica just had a fit, sitting on the ground crying her eyes out. ‘They couldn’t have’ she thought. ‘They couldn’t have’….
Monica got up from the floor sobbing, telling herself. ‘Stop being a baby, STOP crying’ but she couldn’t stop the continuing tears rolling down her face. She went towards her bathroom and found a note. It was from her mother, Monica knew that she appeareated into there while she wasn’t inside of the bathroom. She picked it up and began to read:
“Dear sweetie,
I know that your father and I left you. I didn’t mean to but he ran off, and I went to go find him. Sadly I’m not returning home so you’ll have to take your belongings and move out. Or what ever you wish to do. The house is now yours.”
Monica read the letter confused to what had happened. It felt so serial to her. She continued to read feeling her hand shake in fear from fright.
“If your confused, go to the attic until you find my old diary. It explains everything there, and why your father was angry at me.
Loving you always, your
Mother in heart.”
Monica read the letter and made her way to the attic not thinking twice to what the secrets of the diary contained. By the time she was up there she started to move boxes out of the place, spreading dust everwhere making her sneeze. She started to torn open the cardboard boxes, she went threw a couple of old ragged clothes until she found what she was looking for. She founded the book, the cover was an icy purple color made in strong leather. It had a ribbon tied around it. Monica quickly ran out of the attic and then into her bedroom. She sat on her bed with the room light on and untied the ribbon slowly making sure it wouldn’t crack or break. She opened the book cover and started to read, but what Monica didn’t know was the news she was going to find out…
It was early in the mourning when the suns rays started to enter threw Monica’s window curtains. The birds chirping in the distance. She was in a light sleep but then awakened when the rays reached her bed towards her face shinning. She opened her eyes lazily. "Shut-up” she said in a low weary voice. She wanted to have quit and nothing else. ‘Why can’t those birds chirp in somebody else’s house…. Stupid rats with wings!!!’ She thought tossing to the other side of her bed putting her covers over her head. Monica drifted off in her sleep…
BANG!!! The loud noise was echoing in Monica’s room. Monica was suddenly a wakened by the noise coming from outside her room. She got up from bed, quietly with her wand gripped tightly in her hand. She opened her bedroom door to see what it was. The dinning room was vacant but she could her people’s voices in the distance. Monica slowly walked towards where the sound was leading her. She surly wasn’t afraid if it was somebody robbing since she had a wand and knew how to use it. She slowly walked towards the noise but was shocked once she peaked into the other room. Her mother and father were screaming at each other. Her mother looked tired but very alert. She had tears in her eyes, which were bloodshot. Monica then looked at her father. He looked very furious as if her was about to explode. She wondered to what had happened and why her parents were in a fight. This was the first time they were in a fight or at least Monica’s first time enduring it. Monica watched the scene enduring every bit of piece of information she could have.
Her mother screamed. “No…you can’t do this to me!!! Don’t leave me! What about your daughter? Don’t you love her”…? “What if she isn’t my daughter”? Monica’s heart sank when she heard the answer her father just said. She couldn’t believe to what she heard. This time Monica didn't want to listen to the foolish words coming from her parent’s mouths. She ran into the room in between both of them. Her mother started shrieking in shock having tears roll down her face while her father gave a smirk ignoring the crying, pushing Monica out of the way yelling. “Silly girl get out of my way!!” Monica hit the wall hard, and then ran out of the room ans into her bedroom. She couldn’t endure anymore to what she had heard. She went to her bedroom sitting on the tip of her bed, wondering why her father treated her like this. He always loved her would never call her silly but he just did. Monica heard more dishes rattling and then shattering making loud crackling noises.
She stayed in her room for about a half an hour, reading a magazine that she had from last summer ago that she didn’t bother to read, but only when something was bothering her or if she was board. After she finished reading she knew the fight had stopped since she heard no noise at all. Her house seemed dead silent. She got up from sitting and made her way towards the kitchen. It was vacant except for the shattered piece of her mother’s china set broken all over the floor. She then made her way towards her mother’s room. This is when Monica thought she was starting to hallucinate or something. The bedroom’s wardrobe draws were all opened with out a piece of clothing in them.
She then ran around the house crazy looking for her parents. ‘They didn’t leave me’ she thought to herself. ‘They didn’t leave because they love me’…she thought again. After looking threw her house a hundred times Monica just had a fit, sitting on the ground crying her eyes out. ‘They couldn’t have’ she thought. ‘They couldn’t have’….
Monica got up from the floor sobbing, telling herself. ‘Stop being a baby, STOP crying’ but she couldn’t stop the continuing tears rolling down her face. She went towards her bathroom and found a note. It was from her mother, Monica knew that she appeareated into there while she wasn’t inside of the bathroom. She picked it up and began to read:
“Dear sweetie,
I know that your father and I left you. I didn’t mean to but he ran off, and I went to go find him. Sadly I’m not returning home so you’ll have to take your belongings and move out. Or what ever you wish to do. The house is now yours.”
Monica read the letter confused to what had happened. It felt so serial to her. She continued to read feeling her hand shake in fear from fright.
“If your confused, go to the attic until you find my old diary. It explains everything there, and why your father was angry at me.
Loving you always, your
Mother in heart.”
Monica read the letter and made her way to the attic not thinking twice to what the secrets of the diary contained. By the time she was up there she started to move boxes out of the place, spreading dust everwhere making her sneeze. She started to torn open the cardboard boxes, she went threw a couple of old ragged clothes until she found what she was looking for. She founded the book, the cover was an icy purple color made in strong leather. It had a ribbon tied around it. Monica quickly ran out of the attic and then into her bedroom. She sat on her bed with the room light on and untied the ribbon slowly making sure it wouldn’t crack or break. She opened the book cover and started to read, but what Monica didn’t know was the news she was going to find out…