Jared layed on his bed. His eyes shut and listening to the silence in his room. It was a saturday and his aunt was at work. No one was home but him. The silence became a low ringing buzz in his hear. He couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard he tried. He closed his eyes and thought to himself,but it still didn't work. He wasn't even close unconsciousness. "Ughh....." He groaned. Jared was so stressed lately. His birthday was coming up wich ment it was close to transformation time. School was even worse with all the tests he had been taking lately. It was midterm week at Blueberry High and Jared was in no condition to take tests. He sat up out of fustration and threw his legs over the side of his bed. It was completely dark in his room. The only light seen was from outside his window. A full moon was out tonight, One of the biggest and brightest he had seen all year. He gave out a sigh before standing up. He looked around his dark room. He could see everything. Nothing was hidden from him in the dark. He could see his shelf and his chair. But most of all he could see his parents' picture on the nightstand. It was the clearest thing in the room. Jared's mom left him when he was five. He barely remebered her. His dad died when he was ten. It was the only picture he had of his mom and dad. There was his mom smiling, her arm around his father. Her bright golden curls flowing over her shoulder. She was so beautiful. Standing beside her was his dad. He had a rugud charm to his looks. Mountin man meets sophisticated buisness man. He stared at the picture in fustration. His hands gripped into tight fists. How could they? How could they just leave him, Leave him to go this change all by himself. He walked over and grabbed the picture. He held it in his hand staring at the happy couple that mocked him or so it seemed. He threw it across the room. The glass shattered aganist the wall and landed on the floor. He dropped to his knees, his face in his hands. "WHY?!?" He screamed to broken frame on the floor. He was too angry to cry. Why would he cry for them? It was pointless. He came to his feet. He couldn't get angry, he had to calm himself. He sighed and picked up the glassless frame. His mom still smiling. His dad still grinning that special grin. He set the picture back on the side table, only it faced the wall. He heard the front door shut and keys hit the wooden counter. "Jared are you awake?" she yelled. She sounded stressed and tired from working. "Yes, Aunt Marie. I am in my room. I can't really-" he yelled back,but was interuppted by a knock on his door. "Yes, come in." He said before she opened the door. She gave out a sound of annoyment. "Jared,what are doing? Its so dark in here." She flicked the light and brightness filled with in his eyes. "There now I can see your handsome face." He groaned and dropped onto his bed. "You shouldn't be up so late, You have tests. You need your rest. Is there something wrong?" He looked up at her worried face. "No, I'm fine..I'm just a little stressed. Midterm week is taking its toll on me." Her face was more releaved and she sat down next to him on the bed. Jared's aunt could really connect with him. They were only six years apart. He was seventeen and she was twentytwo. Not very far apart at all. "Honey get some sleep okay. You'll feel better if you do." She rubbed her hand up and down on his back in support. "But I can't! I'm restless." His face drooped into his hands. "Well just do what I do. Listen to a music and you'll fall right asleep. Music always works." He sighed and lifted his head. "Yeah your right, Thanks auntie." "There we go." she said. He hugged her and walked to the door. Before she shut it she wished him a goodnight. He grabbed his cd player that layed on the floor next to the pile of old magazines. He slipped on the headphones and layed down,pressed play, and shut his eyes. Keane, The song was "Bad Dream."
"How Ironic" he thought to himself and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning he woke up. His headphones half off and his cd player was dead from playing all night. He sat up and rubbed his eyes looking at his old alarm clock to his side. The little hand was on the five. It was five o'clock in the morning. Perfect time. He set his cd player back on the floor next to the magazines. He stretched before standing up. There on the floor across the room was the broken glass. The peices were still there. Now he remebered what he did. He ignored them and walked to the bathroom across the hall. The house was empty wich meant his aunt had already left. The bathroom door was already open when walked in. He shut and locked the door behind him. He turned to see himself reflected int he mirror. Nothing had changed. Some hairs were out of place,but other than that he was still perfect. Jared had dark brown hair that flowed in front of his eyes. It went down to his cheeks. He was somewhat pale with bright,bright green eyes. They were like two emerald stones. He looked away and threw his towel over his shoulder. It was still a little dark outside,from what he could see out of the tiny window up on the wall neer the ceiling. It wasn't a very high ceilinged room but it was diffrent from your average bathrooms. It was large with two sinks and a large window. It had a bath and a shower on oppsite sides. He turned on the shower faucet and began to undress. There on his wrist was the tatto he was given when he was little. The whole process erased from his mind. He doesn't remeber a thing. The pattern looked like a sign of some sort. The sign of transformation. He jumped into the shower. The warm water streamed down his body. It was soothing, it almost made him feel calmer. He dried off and dressed and went downstairs. The living room always looked bigger when no one was in it. So vacant and dark. The couches surrounded most of it with all their bulk. On the fridge under a magnet was a note from his aunt. It read: "Good Luck on the tests today!" with a smiley face at the end. He fixed himself breakfest before leaving and locking the door. There in the driveway was his black scion. At his school this car looked old and outdated. The cars at his school were all fancy and so was the school. He drove off to school. He was in complete stress and nervousness. School was never a happy thing and in a week was his birthday and transformation time.
 mUsIcAl-Of-NiGhTmArEs · Fri Aug 24, 2007 @ 06:39am · 0 Comments |
