Story. Kudos to anyone who comments.

Lila

Lila

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She awoke in a red-carpeted room, or so she thought. The floor was wet – warm, and blood-red. Perhaps, though it didn’t occur to her just then… she was bleeding.
In reality, the carpet was cream colored. And had been a very clean carpet, until her blood had been spilled upon it.
When she finally realized the excruciating throbbing in her head, she forced herself into a sitting position. Blood. My blood. I’m bleeding. Where am I… these are the thoughts that were running through her head as she scanned the room, panicking.
In the room, there was a grand piano… a polished coffee table with a glass vase of bright red roses… and a desk with a large chair beside it. The scene was so extremely tidy that she felt almost too unwelcome in the room, but this feeling lasted only a second or too; her pain soon distracted her.
She lifted a trembling hand to her head; first to her cheeks, then up to her temples. She traced around her ear… back to her neck. And she felt the gash. Warm blood, flowing freely from above her shoulder. The sleeve of her blouse was soaked… she let out a small moan…
Five slow seconds went by. One. Pause. Two. Pause. Three…
 
xBella.MyEdwardx said:
She awoke in a red-carpeted room, or so she thought. The floor was wet – warm, and blood-red. Perhaps, though it didn’t occur to her just then… she was bleeding.
In reality, the carpet was cream colored. And had been a very clean carpet, until her blood had been spilled upon it.
When she finally realized the excruciating throbbing in her head, she forced herself into a sitting position. Blood. My blood. I’m bleeding. Where am I… these are the thoughts that were running through her head as she scanned the room, panicking.
In the room, there was a grand piano… a polished coffee table with a glass vase of bright red roses… and a desk with a large chair beside it. The scene was so extremely tidy that she felt almost too unwelcome in the room, but this feeling lasted only a second or too; her pain soon distracted her.
She lifted a trembling hand to her head; first to her cheeks, then up to her temples. She traced around her ear… back to her neck. And she felt the gash. Warm blood, flowing freely from above her shoulder. The sleeve of her blouse was soaked… she let out a small moan…
Five slow seconds went by. One. Pause. Two. Pause. Three…
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This reminds me alot of my story. lol.
I really like it. XD
Now where are my kudos? =p
 
xXx Carmen xXx said:
I was baking cookies from 3:30-7:30pm. I'm tired.


=P
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Lucky you! I did boring stuff. =/ But I did make plans with my friend for tomorrow, which I'm excited for. Her mom is having a book club party, and she was just supposed to stay in her room all night. So I was like... "You totally need to come to my house." and she got this huge smile on her face like she was just WAITING for me to say that... :p:p

Wow.... I am sooooo hyper....
 
lol. Tomorrow I have to get up early and go to practice for the musical. Then tomorrow night and Sunday night are the preformances. I've been working on my solos ALL night while I've been baking for it. I burnt myself twice in the process...
 
xXx Carmen xXx said:
lol. Tomorrow I have to get up early and go to practice for the musical. Then tomorrow night and Sunday night are the preformances. I've been working on my solos ALL night while I've been baking for it. I burnt myself twice in the process...
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Dude, you're busy. XD

Here's more of the actual story...

“It seems her slumber has been interrupted, father.”
The voice startled her. It was calm, soft, slightly mocking… a voice that belonged with the trivial smirk of a young man. And he came into her view, unexpectedly. She had thought that his voice was just in her head.
His face was sharply angled, striking, with jawbones that pulled together into a rather pointed chin. His cheekbones, she noticed, had a similar effect on his nose. His eyes were a brilliant blue, nearly too large for the rest of his face. And his hair – a deep, unanticipated red. His appearance stunned her for a few brief moments.
“Maytre,” he breathed, an airy sound to his voice.
“You know my name,” she replied, sighing. “This is a dream, isn’t it?”
“Yes, May, I’m afraid so.” His father, a dark-haired man in his fifties, appeared beside him.
“How unfortunate, Ryeen, that we can not stop her bleeding before she truly wakes,” the father commented. Ryeen, his son, nodded.
“Her parents will have to nurse her to health. May, I hope this will not shock you too much, but this is only a semi-dream.”
Too strange. I have to wake up. Just too strange.
 
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