May I have a face?"May I have a face?" asks a shadow in my mind. Now, it is nothing more than an outline, but one day, it longs to be real. And so, a face it is given. Sculpted carefully from memories and photographs, its image is formed. It looks real now, but it is empty. There is nothing inside. It has no more than this voice of schizophrenia that I have given a face to.
A face isn't enough. It wants more. It wants to feel. "The way you can, with your emotions," it reminds me. And so, I lend to it my emotions just as it wanted. It knows it is cold outside, the way the wind whips through my hair, it can feel it too.
It can feel its own emptiness. "There is nothing inside." I try to reassure it, but it is no use. "I remember nothing more than being empty. I am a shadow of your existence." I share a piece of my memory with it. I let it take a memory, to mold it, to make it its own. It takes a few more, and I craft new memories, things of its own.
"I am alone." Slowly, I share with it those I have known.
Ethan - Chapter TwoPlease read Prologue and Chapter One first.
The woods must have been menacing to a girl as sheltered as Crystal. Ethan was taking her through the woods on a path she had never been before. It was dark, no one was nearby enough to hear if she screamed, and she was scaredunderstandably. From how she was acting, Ethan guessed she was contemplating running for it. He wouldn't have minded, but somehow, he didn't think she could make it back on her own without getting lost.
It was still warm outside, even though it was nighttime, and the only sound was the crunching of leaves. Ethan had been silent since they entered the woods. Conversation with a rich officer's-daughter wasn't on his to-do list. Besides, he liked the quiet. The layer of leaves thinned with the trees until they reached the edge of the woods, where a streetlight shone through the branches. Ethan glanced both ways from the shadows of the trees. No one was there.
He shushed her, and led the way acr
Ethan - Chapter OnePlease read the prologue first.
This had to be the most ridiculous couch in the history of floral print couches. It was ugly and irritating and probably expensive and in all honestly it wasn't even really the thing that was bothering him.
The house was fancy in a small-town-vintage sort of way. The walls had a sage green themed wallpaper that must have cost a fortune for the shape it was still in. The carpet was a plush cream. There was a dark wooden china cabinet in the pale blue kitchen that Ethan could see from where he sat a trophy case for their wealth.
It was disgusting.
"But Dad! He- he hurt you! They're going to have him stay here? Are they insane?!" She stormed across the room for at least the fifteenth time. Her pacing was almost more irritating than this couch.
"Crystal, calm down. I don't like it either, but they think it will help, and they're usually right." David certainly didn't sound convinced. He sounded almost as irritated as Crystal did.
"It's not fair
Ethan - Prologue (draft three)Ethan was running. To be specific, he was running just about as fast as he could down the street five blocks past that shady old movie store, and there was a lanky young cop who looked like he had just been mud-wrestling behind him. But not right behind him. The cop had finally doubled over, hands on his knees, and was panting as he tried to catch his breath. He sounded like he was going to cough up a lung at this rate.
Ethan couldn't help but laugh as he turned a corner and disappeared out of the cop's eyeshot. He weaved in and out of manicured suburban streets or at least, as manicured as you ever saw in this tiny town. It was funny, he thought, that the cop hadn't thought to just chase him in the car. He could have caught him easily that way.
Ethan slowed to a light jog now that he far enough ahead of Officer Mud-Wrestling, and a grin broke out across his face. He'd found just the entertainment he'd been looking for today, and it wasn't even three yet.