2:15 by dancingmilklover246. (non fiction books to read .txt) 📖

the library. The people all looked at me when I got out of the car.
As if I was the stranger.
I look down at the street as I grab a chocolate bar and a can of ice tea from the aisle. Paying I get in the car, backing out of the parking lot. I park at a lonely park. Walking out twenty five paces I get to the swings. The metal holders rusty and glisten with the sun setting behind the small lake. The black seat slightly moving back and forth as the wind pushes it. The wind being the swings only companion. Sitting atop the swings the black underneath me cold. I look down and look at the wood chips the mud showing underneath with so many of the shoes that pushed off and jumped from. Eating half my chocolate bar I feel full and feed it to the small pigeons that surrounded me. pushing of the ground I let my legs pump forwards and then back, propelling me into the tress and right before I fell I caught myself with the chains and fell back down, back into the buses my eyes closed the wind spilling secrets and whispering sweet jokes in my ear. I laugh and sing with them. My eyes tearing at how high I am going and how fast the wind is whipping my face. My hair falling out of the ponytail holder, my bangs flopping onto my forehead, the night making the trees look scary and monstrous their tree branches like long hand with a million fingers out to take e you the moment you get close enough. I open my eyes when I realize that I had stopped pumping my legs and that I was now starting to slow down my legs brushing the ground forcing my swing to stop. Abruptly I stop and my swing creaks. As if to say it hadn’t had a person ride on it for a while. Im guessing it had enjoyed being ridden because when I got up the metal chains looked brighter and the seat looked shiner. No so cold anymore. The mud on the ground freshly messed up with my feet marks still imprinted in it. Sighing I turn around and walk around until I make it back to my car. Stepping into the car I lower my window and drive off, the lights in the town adorable. On both streets that the stores and restaurants are held all the places had white lights strewn on the top, the trees decorated aswel. I smile and drive by entering my street. MY street. That sill sound weird to me. My. It’s not mine though. Thast the problem. All MY cloths all MY possessions, they aren’t mine. There some other girls possessions. She was asleep in the big white house on ht small green grassy hill. Her dog by her feet. Her brothers sleeping and the stars twinkling. And she will never wake up to a phone call. She will just keep living in her own worlds were tragic things don’t happen. She will never pick up the phone and the next day she will go on with her life. This ghost of a girl will live the life I want. A life with family and squeaky floorboards. With missing earrings and burning toasters the grapes jelly running out. Shell is my ghost and I am hers. Because she still wonders about the other lives. The joggers that pass on the street. Because she hears the crying at night and the sad screams. And she wonders what it will feel like to be out there. In the world. By herself. If only she knew. She is my ghost and I am hers

Pulling up to the house. I sit in the car and look at my surroundings. I turned on the radio. News stated to come on. That’s when the pieces started to click. The huge house was surrounded by a wooded area, the moon bright and shining illuminating the start of it but the darkness continues more deep you go in. I get out of the car. Ignoring the rock pathway up to the light of the house I take a few steps towards the woods. I can’t think straight. I know it but im not sure. My thoughts are in a jumble.
And suddenly im running.
Running up the porch steps I slam the door open my hands shaking closing the door behind me quietly I run up the winding stairs.
Falling twice.
I hear music in the other rooms as I pass them on the stairs. All the windows open. The moon glowing
It was staring at me.
I open my door and close it behind me my breathing labored.
I walk towards my bedside table, the calendar underneath all my books and things.
The room was spinning.
Taking out the photo that was buried somewhere in a envelope next to the letters I wrote to send to my parents but never go to send them.
I place the photo on my bed, rustling through a box, I come up to the photo I had I took 4 years ago.
Placing them side by side, I take a moment to breath. For my breathing stopped momentarily.
My family’s killer was also my raper. I think. The similarities are sticking and the strange feeling I have is making my stomacke sick. Putting the photos back I leave the envelope UN closed and shove the envelope back in the box. Hiding it in my closet. I close the door. The handle cold in my hand. I lean my clammy forehead to the door closing my eyes. “Violet are you okay?” I spin and up both my hands on the Door knob. “Im fine yes. Why must you ask?” James looked at me strangely. “Well Adam heard you come in and everyone else went to pick up pizza.” Silence. “Violet are you sure you’re okay? You seem a bit ghosted.” “He’s back. He won’t leave eme alone.” I mumble to myself. Pushing my temples. Looking up I set my gaze at James.
“Did you see him?” I see James flinch.
“No” I sigh.
“It’s okay” she looks aggravated until hug him and he stiffly hugs me back until feel him relax. We hear the door slam downstairs and he straightens. “Food!” I laugh. I push him. His gray t-shirt way too tight for his muscled chest. His black hair flopping everywhere as he searches for somebody to come upstairs. “Go eat!” He laughs and grabs my shoulder. Pushes me first. “Well you need to eat too!” I shake y head smiling. I walk down the stairs.
Slowly. I can hear the groans of James. He tries to be patient.
He grabs me and carries me downstairs. Putting me down at the bottom step he runs off to a dark hallway. I get lost again. “Hello? Where am I going?” I keep walking until I find the kitchen. “Were in here” I hear someone say. I laugh. “Yeah I found it!” I walk in and grab a water bottle. Sneaking in a slice of pizza I sit on the counter. My legs crossed. I sit there staring at the, scarf down the food. I finish my slice and have a few fries. My stomacke feeling full. I feel a slither at my leg.
I look down to its beady black eyes and smile
Sitting still I try to ignore the way it watched me.
He looked harmless and it wasn’t a poisons snake. As it was distracted I caught it behind the neck, holding his tail. He stayed calm in my hand and I smile. Letting it curl around and slither around me. I stoke the scales, amazed at how calm he is.
“Rodger!” I look up to see James reaching for the snake. But it hissed and wanted to bite him. “How did he get out of his cage? He likes biting people so we keep him locked up. Don’t worry he isn’t poisonous.” I shrug and as James tried to pick him up I grab it and it curls around my hand. “Wow. How does he not bite her?” I look and see CJ Adam and Xavier all looking at the snake Ian Sebastian and parker staring at me. I hop of the counter and walk towards the cage. Slipping him in the slithers in and falls in a clump somewhere in the corner. Closing the cage.
Correctly this time
I walk back to the kitchen and wash my hands.
James and Alexander and most of the guys stare at me mouth agape. “What are you all staring at its rude. And close you’re mouths.”
“How- how did you do that! You’re supposed to be freaked out by snakes.” I laugh
“He liked having snakes. It was his hobby.”
I look out of the window. The moon seeming bright.
“He would go out, take m with him and catch them. He taught me too.”
I laugh “he tried to make anti venom but that didn’t work so he decided just to catch them. For fun. He would play his guitar and they would all crawl around him and I would feel them throughout the night on my feet or by my pillow. But they weren’t poisonous. The venomous ones were caged. The gates impossible to open” I look back to them and see James staring at me.
Xavier talks. “Didi you ever get bit?” I laugh.
“Tons. But HE called them love bites. It meant they liked me.” I laugh and pop French Fri into my mouth.
All the guys think im talking about a friend but my brother know better. They stand up tense. But I laugh. “It was fun. It taught me not be afraid of snakes.” I looked out the window. Trees moving in the wind. Agreeing with me. Since that night. I made six new friends.
I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
Then things started to get weird.
“Oh. My head is hurting” I say as the tan walls behind all of them faded. I close my eyes. Immediately the picture of my captor rises to the forefront of my mind and I open my eyes, forcefully. They all sat there not touching their food. Sometimes taking a bite and playing around with it. They all sat there drinking either water or some different colored water that they said was vitamin water. They all looked to glow today. “Am I going crazy? And why is the cafeteria so bright today?” Adam laughs and takes hold of a French Fri dipping it into ketchup and then placing it back down on the plate. “No, you’re fine. You must have not gotten enough sleep” he smiles and I feel the flutter of butterflies in my stomacke everytinme I see that smile. I smile slightly and eat some more of my apple. I look at my brothers arguing about something. Their eyes changed color from green to a dark emerald green like mine. “Whast wrong with you guys? And why are you covered in gray?” Alexander looks at me.
“Gray?” he asks. I nod “you see gray surrounding my body?”