Chapter 1 (TA DA!)

A smile crept to her lips as she watched his mouth move, ignoring the words but staring intently into his eyes. They were the softest shade of blue, glittering when he talked about the things that impassioned him. She remembered to nod, losing train of thought as she gazed into those amazing blue pools--powder blue? baby blue? periwinkle? He was so emphatic telling his story, something or other about a law school website dedicated to funnies that were anything but entertaining. His hand graze brought her back and she laughed as he continued, cackling to and even at himself, still wondering what goes on behind those eyelash curtains. It sounded strange, but she wanted to look into his eyes forever, feel his warmth as he looked back at her. When he looked at her it was like an ocean wave washing over her, tingles from where his fingertips touched all the way to the depths of her soul.

Gasping she lurched up from the bed, the springs screeching beneath her weight. She parted her lips, feeling the skin fray with the sudden movement, cooling the sting by sucking in the stale air. Austin. That was the last time she had seen him, she hadn't even told him she loved him before she left.

She extended her fingers infront of her face, nothing. She was still immersed in an onyx blanket, with a strange stench in the air unlike anything she had ever experienced. She put her numb fingers together in an effort to snap, she could still hear. She worried that she had gone blind but she imagined if she could still hear then perhaps it was likely she still had her sight. It couldn't have been more than 3 days since she left lunch with Austin, didn't people die after 3 days without food? She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting only blood.

It all seemed like a dream, she had told Austin she would meet him back at his place that evening to talk. She went home the same way she came, broad daylight. Out of nowhere she remembered feeling a sudden excruciating pain on her left temple and then blackness. Who and why? How could someone attack her in the middle of the afternoon? She cinched her eyes shut, attempting to remember anyone she had overlooked. Her heart pounded in her chest as the reality of the situation washed over her; she was trapped. Her ears strained to listen for any sign of human life--what if they had just left her for dead like some kind of sick science project? She had never been a religious person, always half assing church services and daydreaming in bible study, but in these moments of desperation her mind went to God. Tears streamed from her eyes and the salt stung her tender face--Dear God, I don't know if you're listening or if you would even listen to me--but I really need you to get me out of here and away from whoever did this to me. Her throat tightened and she released her first choked sob. It was like a river that had been dammed, she couldn't control herself and her body shook with each cry, she wailed until she ran out of air, shaking her foot furiously in an effort to rock herself to sleep. She thought of her mother and how worried she would be..how mad she would be when she knew she hadn't been carrying her mace. She thought of Austin, she felt her plain finger, thinking that had she made it to his house she would have told him she wanted to marry him, to look into his eyes forever. She cinched her fingers shut into a fist, wrapping her arms around herself. No one was there to offer a comforting word or embrace, she was alone now.

New book idea, more chapter 1's and 2's to follow i'm sure.

The goosebumps prickled up one by one until the hairs on her wet neck stood erect, waiting. Her ears strained to hear the sounds around her in the destitute darkness. The lump in her throat rose and bulged, she crumpled down against the cold wall bringing her scraped knees to her chest. Her shaking fingers extended up and over, feeling the dampness of her own blood..still warm. A sudden sob escaped her chapped lips followed by stomach bile, she keeled over away from her small spot choking on her own vomit, the taste was unlike anything--it tasted like pure acid and it burned her throat until it projected into a seething stink on the matted carpet. She thought of the time when she was a little girl and her mother would hold her hair back and softly stroke her back, whispering soothing murmurs in her ear.

Just breathe.

She wiped the remnants from her mouth with her cardigan sleeve. She could only imagine how much her bestfriend would reprimand her if she knew she had wiped vomit on her favorite Bebe sweater. She's going to kill me when she notices that I borrowed it without asking. That used to be the worst thing that could happen.

She blinked her eyes a couple of times, red and crusted from all the crying. Still nothingness, she gathered she must be in a room with no windows or real door because there was no air flow and not even the slightest crack of light. Perhaps a basement? But where were there houses with basements in Arizona? Nothing made sense anymore, who knew if she was even in Arizona anymore.

She propped herself up, getting dizzy and then again bracing herself against the wall slab. This is what it is to be blind. --What if I am blind?-- she put her hand infront of her face trying to detect any movement..--I can't be blind, this isn't real. This can't be real-- She swiveled her hands in various motions and then touched her face..--I'm not blind, i'm in a dark room. A fucking trap-- she patted the walls trying to find any semblance of a shape. She could no longer sit, puking and crying. Her situation had not changed in what felt like days, weeks, months. She knew she had not eaten so it could not have been more than 3 days. She was still bloated from the sushi her boyfriend had made her eat, fucking tempura. She put one foot tentatively infront of the other and glided slowly against the outline of the wall, shimmying her hands and feet as subtly as she could fearing any kind of secret booby trap like she had seen so many times in cliche movies like The Goonies. There were no imperfections on the walls, just a smooth cool surface--it felt like concrete. What kind of room has a carpet floor and concrete walls? After moving along the perimeter she figured she was in a small square room, a rat in a box. She slinked down the wall onto the floor, covering her nose with her blouse, even the smell of her own bile was better than the smell coming from the floor. She pawed one hand around the area she was crawling on--nothing. She crawled forward in what she decided was toward the side wall--what the hell is that smell? It reminded her of a frat party the next morning, old beer and throw up baking in the sun. Nothing was worse than the smell of boiling vodka..except cadavres. She snapped backwards onto her bottom, covering her mouth as she screamed --There is someone...something..dead in here--she recoiled into her safe corner crying until she thought her stomach was going to come out of her mouth, she kicked her feet and banged on the wall--who the fuck are you?! you sick mother fucker!! What the fuck is this?! WHO IS IN HERE?!--she tucked her face into her shirt, hoping to disappear..this isn't real, this isn't real! She slapped her own arm, pinching her pale forearms as hard as she could--wake up Keira, wake up!!--

i <3 cheesy love quotes

That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time. To truly love something, you must first give it a chance to fail