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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 11:02 pm
Okay so here, goes. It is still as yet untitled. And there is a part missing. I'll figure it out eventually.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:40 pm
Emlee knew it was going to be a long, painful night as she headed up the stairs slowley. She often walked up the stairs slowley, usually with her eyes closed, trying to feel everything around her. She had always wanted to be able to fell where wsh was on the stairs encase it was ever really dark or she went blind. She had never counted the stairs and never would because she found that could be an unreliable method. So, here she found herself climbing the stairs on her way to bed taking a step and closing her eyes for a few seconds to soak in the feeling, openning them and repeating the whole process. She only did this when she was alone. It was the same child's logic that made her want to feel her way on the stairs that made her slefconcious about doing so, and she didn't like being asked question about the things she did. She felt that no one would understand the answer, that or she didn't really have one.
Tonight she walked extra slow, not just because she could because the rest of her family was sound asleep and Emlee had been insturcted to get herself to bed when her show was over, so she was as alone as she could hope to be, but because her knees and back were being uncooperative. Her knees very often refused to allow her to stand straight, or at all on occasion. She also had some problems with her spine and there was constantly pain between her shoulder blades. "I'm growing wings," she would often say. "Just like Merlin," she would often finish in her head, doubting that many people had read the books she had and would understand it if she said it outloud anyway. Just recently, a month or so ago, the pain had crept to her lower back and she would occasionally getwhat she back spasms. The muscles would graba hold of her cause her whole body to exapand and contract rapidly.
She had finally reached the top of the stairs. She stared at the bathroom door wondering if she should bother to brush her teeth. Deciding that she didn't care right now, she walked intor her dark room and fell face first onto her bed. "Gosh Emlee, you're getting old," she thought to herself. she smiled at that until she realized she had used her name. She hated her name witha passion unmatched by the fire of every star in the heavens. Not only did she hate it because it sounded stupid, she hated ever thing it stood for.
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