(open) A Drunk Teen...Time Lord?
Nov 21, 2012 10:28:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2012 10:28:54 GMT -5
The snake hissed slowly, its eyes widening and seeming to grow ever darker as it slid towards a screaming girl. Her arms and legs were chained to the ground, and her body was too weak to be able to move. As the snake opened its mouth to sink it’s teeth into her arm, the girl closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle…
And then Rae gave a scream and sat up, her heart beating fast, her breath coming in burning gasps. She looked at her clock. 12:56 PM, it read, as her eyes slid away. Her dad and his girlfriend were obviously not back yet. This gave Rae an idea. Or, at least, it gave her a sudden want.
Rae got up and looked around her room. A closet, a bedside table, a dresser with a mirror…that was about it, and the only thing she had that most other teenagers did was a mobile phone, sitting on her bedside table. She gave a resigned sigh and walked over to her closet, swinging open the doors and peering in.
Realizing there wasn’t quite any light outside yet, Rae walked over to the wall and turned on the light. She took another look round. Her room was surprisingly tidy. Since Rae had nothing else to do, she usually just tidied up. Another sigh escaped her lips. She stood where she was for a moment before walking to her wardrobe again.
She sifted through her clothes, picking out her denim jeans. Rae winced as she did so, and looked at her arms. The cuts and bruises were still there, from where Sasha hit her. Some crazy wish entered Rae’s head, and it was that her face would somehow, for once, look perfectly fine, except from it being, in her own opinion, ugly.
Rae quickly picked out her favorite purple-and-black stripy top and her red hoodie, along with her black Converse trainers, closing her wardrobe before throwing the clothes on the bed. She pulled them on and walked silently over to her dresser, sitting down and looking in the mirror that was there.
Rae’s wish had not, obviously, worked. Her face had all kinds of cuts and bruises, old and new, and her face looked uglier than ever. Not even a sob went past Rae’s lips as she tugged her brush through her hair. When her hair was smooth and untangled, Rae went into her bathroom to quickly brush her teeth and apply some eyeliner. She added mascara to her look, too, before entering her room to grab her phone.
Rae stuck her headphones in her ears, plugged it into her phone, and began to listen to music as she walked towards the basement. She didn’t bother trying the door; she knew it would be locked. It was always locked, nowadays, and Rae didn’t have a key. Rae’s footsteps were silent as she entered the basement.
She smiled softly at a particular space in front of her, taking out her phone and pressed a button on the side of it, to make it open out. She pressed yet another button to make her blue TARDIS appear. Smiling widely as she saw it, Rae pressed the button to make her phone go back to normal, and she ran towards the TARDIS.
Rae’s key was out and unlocking the door in a flash. Soon the key was replaced to her pocket and Rae had disappeared into a blue box, which slowly started to fade. Meanwhile, inside, she was standing at the console, slowly walking round, and pressing buttons as she went. A smile was playing on her lips again, because she loved being in her TARDIS.
Soon, it had landed. Rae walked outside and, locking the door to her TARDIS, walked out of the small alleyway she had parked in (slipping the key in her pocket as she went). Rae blasted music from her phone into her ears, doing the occasional hand action, but only because it was so early, there was nobody about. Or, at least, not outside in this rather chilly weather, anyway, because they prefer to be warm.
For a while, Rae wandered along. Then she suddenly realized she desperately wanted a drink. Alcohol, actually, because she’d tried it once and had enjoyed it very much, and this was a good of a time as any, and so she began looking around for any pubs that she could see. But some weren’t open and she couldn’t see any good ones, so this idea was soon crunched on, or so she thought, anyway.
But eventually Rae got to a pub that was open. Taking a deep breath, she walked inside. There were loads of drunk men in there, jeering as she walked up to the bar. Something about her not being able to hold her liquor was said, and Rae whipped round, her eyes turning a slight yellow, which she stepped into the shadows to hide.
The wolf inside Rae was growling, but Rae was careful not to let this sound out. Instead, she ordered vodka in a shot glass and drank it. But, despite not intending to, Rae had more than 13 shots of vodka, and as she eventually left, stumbling out onto the street at 3:00, she was wobbling, even in her trainers.
Rae wobbled along the street and she struggled to remember where exactly she had parked her TARDIS, but eventually ended up just wandering (wobbling) around aimlessly, singing out at the top of her voice. “COME FILL MY GLASS UP A LITTLE MORE! POUND THE ALARM!!” over and over again.
A giggle escaped Rae’s lips as she skipped along. Eventually she came to a rather huge hill. She walked up it and gave a strange squeal of delight. It was a road, but it went down like a rollercoaster. No car was allowed to go down it, but Rae was on foot. She’d seen this place before, and never come near it, and often worried her father would go down, the rare times they drove. He never did, because they were all so scared, especially Rae, of course. But she was feeling so crazy right now…
Without further thought, Rae gave a giggle and grabbed a nearby skateboard. She placed it at the top of the hill, kicking signs out of the way. She sat on it and pushed with her legs. Her crazy idea could kill her, but she’d remember that later. For now, she shouted out in glee. “WOOHOO! YAY! WHOOO!” as she began to slide down the hill on the skateboard. But she was picking up too much speed and she tumbled forward, giving out a scream, this time of terror, as she felt her bruised arm brush against the ground, scraping. She was helpless, now screaming, but her voice wasn't there because she couldn't breathe, now, pinned down by the skateboard…
And then Rae gave a scream and sat up, her heart beating fast, her breath coming in burning gasps. She looked at her clock. 12:56 PM, it read, as her eyes slid away. Her dad and his girlfriend were obviously not back yet. This gave Rae an idea. Or, at least, it gave her a sudden want.
Rae got up and looked around her room. A closet, a bedside table, a dresser with a mirror…that was about it, and the only thing she had that most other teenagers did was a mobile phone, sitting on her bedside table. She gave a resigned sigh and walked over to her closet, swinging open the doors and peering in.
Realizing there wasn’t quite any light outside yet, Rae walked over to the wall and turned on the light. She took another look round. Her room was surprisingly tidy. Since Rae had nothing else to do, she usually just tidied up. Another sigh escaped her lips. She stood where she was for a moment before walking to her wardrobe again.
She sifted through her clothes, picking out her denim jeans. Rae winced as she did so, and looked at her arms. The cuts and bruises were still there, from where Sasha hit her. Some crazy wish entered Rae’s head, and it was that her face would somehow, for once, look perfectly fine, except from it being, in her own opinion, ugly.
Rae quickly picked out her favorite purple-and-black stripy top and her red hoodie, along with her black Converse trainers, closing her wardrobe before throwing the clothes on the bed. She pulled them on and walked silently over to her dresser, sitting down and looking in the mirror that was there.
Rae’s wish had not, obviously, worked. Her face had all kinds of cuts and bruises, old and new, and her face looked uglier than ever. Not even a sob went past Rae’s lips as she tugged her brush through her hair. When her hair was smooth and untangled, Rae went into her bathroom to quickly brush her teeth and apply some eyeliner. She added mascara to her look, too, before entering her room to grab her phone.
Rae stuck her headphones in her ears, plugged it into her phone, and began to listen to music as she walked towards the basement. She didn’t bother trying the door; she knew it would be locked. It was always locked, nowadays, and Rae didn’t have a key. Rae’s footsteps were silent as she entered the basement.
She smiled softly at a particular space in front of her, taking out her phone and pressed a button on the side of it, to make it open out. She pressed yet another button to make her blue TARDIS appear. Smiling widely as she saw it, Rae pressed the button to make her phone go back to normal, and she ran towards the TARDIS.
Rae’s key was out and unlocking the door in a flash. Soon the key was replaced to her pocket and Rae had disappeared into a blue box, which slowly started to fade. Meanwhile, inside, she was standing at the console, slowly walking round, and pressing buttons as she went. A smile was playing on her lips again, because she loved being in her TARDIS.
Soon, it had landed. Rae walked outside and, locking the door to her TARDIS, walked out of the small alleyway she had parked in (slipping the key in her pocket as she went). Rae blasted music from her phone into her ears, doing the occasional hand action, but only because it was so early, there was nobody about. Or, at least, not outside in this rather chilly weather, anyway, because they prefer to be warm.
For a while, Rae wandered along. Then she suddenly realized she desperately wanted a drink. Alcohol, actually, because she’d tried it once and had enjoyed it very much, and this was a good of a time as any, and so she began looking around for any pubs that she could see. But some weren’t open and she couldn’t see any good ones, so this idea was soon crunched on, or so she thought, anyway.
But eventually Rae got to a pub that was open. Taking a deep breath, she walked inside. There were loads of drunk men in there, jeering as she walked up to the bar. Something about her not being able to hold her liquor was said, and Rae whipped round, her eyes turning a slight yellow, which she stepped into the shadows to hide.
The wolf inside Rae was growling, but Rae was careful not to let this sound out. Instead, she ordered vodka in a shot glass and drank it. But, despite not intending to, Rae had more than 13 shots of vodka, and as she eventually left, stumbling out onto the street at 3:00, she was wobbling, even in her trainers.
Rae wobbled along the street and she struggled to remember where exactly she had parked her TARDIS, but eventually ended up just wandering (wobbling) around aimlessly, singing out at the top of her voice. “COME FILL MY GLASS UP A LITTLE MORE! POUND THE ALARM!!” over and over again.
A giggle escaped Rae’s lips as she skipped along. Eventually she came to a rather huge hill. She walked up it and gave a strange squeal of delight. It was a road, but it went down like a rollercoaster. No car was allowed to go down it, but Rae was on foot. She’d seen this place before, and never come near it, and often worried her father would go down, the rare times they drove. He never did, because they were all so scared, especially Rae, of course. But she was feeling so crazy right now…
Without further thought, Rae gave a giggle and grabbed a nearby skateboard. She placed it at the top of the hill, kicking signs out of the way. She sat on it and pushed with her legs. Her crazy idea could kill her, but she’d remember that later. For now, she shouted out in glee. “WOOHOO! YAY! WHOOO!” as she began to slide down the hill on the skateboard. But she was picking up too much speed and she tumbled forward, giving out a scream, this time of terror, as she felt her bruised arm brush against the ground, scraping. She was helpless, now screaming, but her voice wasn't there because she couldn't breathe, now, pinned down by the skateboard…