Post by shadow_scribe on Jul 12, 2008 19:41:32 GMT -6
The air was incredibly humid. I was sweating really badly in my suit, and I pondered whether or not to go back home and change. I quickly sniffed my pits - nothing so far, but I knew it would get worse when I saw Erin.
The gravel crunched under my feet as I wondered what she'd be wearing tonight. I imagined her slender figure as a paper doll in my mind. I felt like a little girl, making her try on different colors until I couldn't decide between black and a deep jade. I decided to go with black 'cause I couldn't really imagine her in any really outlandish color. I thought of a plain, midnight black dress that ended at her knees. It would be spaghetti-strapped, and a single diamond would hang from her neck. She would wear black flats with a single flower on both. God, she looked stunning in my mind.
Now I couldn't breathe. What if I totally tripped up and messed up her dress? What if she wouldn't go out with me because I smelled really bad? I sniffed myself again; it was getting worse. How could I be seen like this with the most stunning girl I've ever met?!
I was only a few yards away from her front porch. I've been here so many times before, but I was never as nervous as I was now, even when I first met her.
"Calm down," I told myself as I walked up the front steps. "It's only Erin!"
My hand was trembling, sweaty from holding the bouquet. It had daisies and roses and violets, her favorite flowers.
My knees threatened to drop my entire weight as I rang the doorbell. It felt like I was standing there forever, waiting for the beauty that would never come for a pauper like me. For a second I considered walking away, leaving her, the girl I've known for so long. But my legs refused to move, and so I stood there under the porch light, waiting for someone to answer my call.
Finally, Erin's mom, Mrs. Wood, opened the door. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was a mess. It even appeared ripped out in places. I gulped. Whatever was just happening here was not good.
"Hello, Rob," she muttered Her voice was hoarse, on the verge of tears. "Can you come back later? It's not a good time."
"Oh let him in Angela!" Erin's dad shouted from inside the house. "No use hiding the truth."
Mrs. Wood sighed, eyes watery. She turned back to me.
"What's going on?" I demanded. Being polite was the least of my problems if Erin was in danger.
"She's gone, Robert," Mrs. Wood finally sobbed. "Erin's gone."
Something dark dripped from her hand. It took me a second to realize that it was blood.
And suddenly, I wasn't so sure I wanted to know what happened anymore.
The gravel crunched under my feet as I wondered what she'd be wearing tonight. I imagined her slender figure as a paper doll in my mind. I felt like a little girl, making her try on different colors until I couldn't decide between black and a deep jade. I decided to go with black 'cause I couldn't really imagine her in any really outlandish color. I thought of a plain, midnight black dress that ended at her knees. It would be spaghetti-strapped, and a single diamond would hang from her neck. She would wear black flats with a single flower on both. God, she looked stunning in my mind.
Now I couldn't breathe. What if I totally tripped up and messed up her dress? What if she wouldn't go out with me because I smelled really bad? I sniffed myself again; it was getting worse. How could I be seen like this with the most stunning girl I've ever met?!
I was only a few yards away from her front porch. I've been here so many times before, but I was never as nervous as I was now, even when I first met her.
"Calm down," I told myself as I walked up the front steps. "It's only Erin!"
My hand was trembling, sweaty from holding the bouquet. It had daisies and roses and violets, her favorite flowers.
My knees threatened to drop my entire weight as I rang the doorbell. It felt like I was standing there forever, waiting for the beauty that would never come for a pauper like me. For a second I considered walking away, leaving her, the girl I've known for so long. But my legs refused to move, and so I stood there under the porch light, waiting for someone to answer my call.
Finally, Erin's mom, Mrs. Wood, opened the door. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was a mess. It even appeared ripped out in places. I gulped. Whatever was just happening here was not good.
"Hello, Rob," she muttered Her voice was hoarse, on the verge of tears. "Can you come back later? It's not a good time."
"Oh let him in Angela!" Erin's dad shouted from inside the house. "No use hiding the truth."
Mrs. Wood sighed, eyes watery. She turned back to me.
"What's going on?" I demanded. Being polite was the least of my problems if Erin was in danger.
"She's gone, Robert," Mrs. Wood finally sobbed. "Erin's gone."
Something dark dripped from her hand. It took me a second to realize that it was blood.
And suddenly, I wasn't so sure I wanted to know what happened anymore.