Post by Mana on Feb 15, 2007 23:04:37 GMT -5
~Almost Five years ago in the middle of his senior year~
"You're here again, bakato, I'm surprised,"came a sickeningly sweet voice from the shadows of a hazy little cafe. He must've been high again, because there was no way that someone was actually sitting at the corner table across from him. She was a rather strange-looking little girl, maybe only five or six years of age. She looked so much like him it was scary, only min us the piercings, strange hair, obscene clothing and surly attitude. The voice from coming from her, though her mouth didn't move. His eyes widened as he stared at her. "W'what the hell is going on here? What kind of sick joke is this?" He demanded, trying to stand, but found that he was rooted to the seat. The girl smiled, looking almost human as she leaned across the table. "You need to leave, very soon," Then her mouth stretched in a wide O as she emitted an almost cat-like screech, though at the same time it wasn't. Slowly, it turned into a sound that almost reminded him of his alarm clock when-
Sitting up in bed with a start, he slammed his fist down on the snooze button, finding Binky curled up in lap already, the orange kitty peering up at him curiously, her equally bright blue eyes seemed to hint amusement, as if she knew about his dream. He sighed and ruffled his hair with his hand as he picked Binky up and stumbled out of bed, setting her down on the bedroom floor. "darnit, what to wear today?"he murmured to himself as he picked up a neon green long-sleeved shirt from the floor, sniffing it to make sure it was clean. Pulling it on over his thin upper frame, he walked to his closet, pulling a pair of neon green hot topic pants with various chains attached, along with a pair of bolted handcuffs.
He also grabbed his favorite short-sleeved black shirt to wear over it, it read I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE in glowing, bright orange letters that looked as if they were dripping slime down the shirt. Yanking it on over his head, he pulled on his platform motorcycle boots and his shoulder bag and rushed into the bathroom just as his sister had emerged from her room. He went about fixing his hair as it was supposed to be, though most of the time it did what it was meant to naturally. Cleaning his lip piercings carefully, he tossed the cutips in the small trash can as he picked up his toothbrush. In a matter of minutes he was out of the bathroom and quite literally running down the stairs. Trevor was up and out the door before his mother could say a word. Not a word that came out of the mouth of that stupid, pothead mother of his was worth listening to anyway, he thought as he started up his car.
It was a trashy green firebird, one of the models made in the '90s, and the thing was constantly having engine trouble. Just not this morning. Much to his own surprise, he ended up going in the opposite direction of school, lighting up a cigarette as he turned onto a lonely old road he soon remembered led to the forest preserve. "I suppose it wouldn't kill me to take a day off,"he murmured as he parked his car behind the bushes, hoping it would at least sort of blend with the shrubbery.
As he headed deeper into the woods, he didn't pay much attention to the fact that he was being followed. Trevor paused for a moment as he spotted a familiar spot. A very old, rather shady weeping willow tree. Walking towards it, he brushed the leaves/branches away, entertaining a very small c learing. Seating his himself at the base of the tree, he closed his eyes and sighed.
{{That's what I have insofar, comments are much appreciated! Anything good has yet to happen! But still, any guesses?}}
"You're here again, bakato, I'm surprised,"came a sickeningly sweet voice from the shadows of a hazy little cafe. He must've been high again, because there was no way that someone was actually sitting at the corner table across from him. She was a rather strange-looking little girl, maybe only five or six years of age. She looked so much like him it was scary, only min us the piercings, strange hair, obscene clothing and surly attitude. The voice from coming from her, though her mouth didn't move. His eyes widened as he stared at her. "W'what the hell is going on here? What kind of sick joke is this?" He demanded, trying to stand, but found that he was rooted to the seat. The girl smiled, looking almost human as she leaned across the table. "You need to leave, very soon," Then her mouth stretched in a wide O as she emitted an almost cat-like screech, though at the same time it wasn't. Slowly, it turned into a sound that almost reminded him of his alarm clock when-
Sitting up in bed with a start, he slammed his fist down on the snooze button, finding Binky curled up in lap already, the orange kitty peering up at him curiously, her equally bright blue eyes seemed to hint amusement, as if she knew about his dream. He sighed and ruffled his hair with his hand as he picked Binky up and stumbled out of bed, setting her down on the bedroom floor. "darnit, what to wear today?"he murmured to himself as he picked up a neon green long-sleeved shirt from the floor, sniffing it to make sure it was clean. Pulling it on over his thin upper frame, he walked to his closet, pulling a pair of neon green hot topic pants with various chains attached, along with a pair of bolted handcuffs.
He also grabbed his favorite short-sleeved black shirt to wear over it, it read I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE in glowing, bright orange letters that looked as if they were dripping slime down the shirt. Yanking it on over his head, he pulled on his platform motorcycle boots and his shoulder bag and rushed into the bathroom just as his sister had emerged from her room. He went about fixing his hair as it was supposed to be, though most of the time it did what it was meant to naturally. Cleaning his lip piercings carefully, he tossed the cutips in the small trash can as he picked up his toothbrush. In a matter of minutes he was out of the bathroom and quite literally running down the stairs. Trevor was up and out the door before his mother could say a word. Not a word that came out of the mouth of that stupid, pothead mother of his was worth listening to anyway, he thought as he started up his car.
It was a trashy green firebird, one of the models made in the '90s, and the thing was constantly having engine trouble. Just not this morning. Much to his own surprise, he ended up going in the opposite direction of school, lighting up a cigarette as he turned onto a lonely old road he soon remembered led to the forest preserve. "I suppose it wouldn't kill me to take a day off,"he murmured as he parked his car behind the bushes, hoping it would at least sort of blend with the shrubbery.
As he headed deeper into the woods, he didn't pay much attention to the fact that he was being followed. Trevor paused for a moment as he spotted a familiar spot. A very old, rather shady weeping willow tree. Walking towards it, he brushed the leaves/branches away, entertaining a very small c learing. Seating his himself at the base of the tree, he closed his eyes and sighed.
{{That's what I have insofar, comments are much appreciated! Anything good has yet to happen! But still, any guesses?}}
