Work in Progress :)

sorry for the LONG delay in posts. I haven't had the time to write lately with scholarships and college applications and whatnot. But I DID manage to write a little bit, and it's a start. I don't know if you remember how my last attempt, or the attempt before that was, but I feel this is a better approach, so far :) Anyways, I'm still editing a bit. I also want to make the paragraphs a little longer, but I haven't figured out a way to do that yet, er, what to write to make them longer lol. Well, here's what I have so far:

Chapter 1? Undecided

He ran down the street, almost tripping in the darkness of the night. His body was going numb from the rain, but he kept running. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow. He would give it to her today.

She stood under a streetlight, an umbrella keeping the rain off her pretty face. She waited for him to come to her.

His heart was racing, not only from the running, but also from the excitement. He could barely contain himself.

He held out his hand, and the silver necklace glistened in the streetlight. The rain only made it sparkle a little more. She smiled, a beautiful smile, one that only he knew.

She turned around so he could put it on her. The necklace was wet, and she got goose bumps from the sudden chill. But his hands were so caring, so careful.

He turned her around to see it. It looked perfect on her, just like he imagined. Beauty without bounds.

She was so happy she was speechless. Words could not express what she felt in the depths of her heart at that very moment.

Their lips locked under the shade of her umbrella.

He was soaking wet, but she didn’t care.

She was so warm, something he had never known.

A precious moment burned into their memories, to be treasured the rest of their lives. It was to be their last moment together like that, but they had no way of knowing...

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Jason opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the bright lights. Then afflicted with the pain of a thousand needles lodged in his body. The beeps of machines and the shouts of people flooded his ears. Then, one last needle, sunk into his chest. The pain was endless. Jason saw a blurry white, then succumbed to the darkness of forced slumber.

“Jason,” a voice whispered.

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“Jason,” whispered the voice again.

Jason’s body felt so heavy. His head was spinning, even in this darkness. But this voice, it was so familiar...

“Sarah!” Jason exclaimed as he jerked wide awake. The lights were blinding at first, but his eyes adjusted soon enough. She wasn’t there.

Jason picked himself up off the floor. His body must have been numb, because he didn’t feel a thing. His head ached, so he put his hand against it to ease the pain. He took a few breathes and took a look at his surroundings.

The room was pure white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, all a clean white. An empty white. A contraption of some sort stood against a wall, sleek and shiny in appearance. There was a single door, white like the rest of the room, that stood opposite of the contraption. Jason moved to open the door, when it suddenly burst open from the other side!

A beast rushed in. Jason immediately raised his arms to cover his face, bracing himself from some sort of impact. One glimpse of those feral eyes was all it took. But Jason felt nothing. He lowered his arms, slowly. Two assault rifles were point blank with his face.

“Don’t shoot!” Jason pleaded, shutting his eyes tight from the fear.

They opened fire, and didn’t stop. They shot round after round after round, until their guns were just noise.

Jason thought he was dead. Jason was sure he was dead. But he was still breathing. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the two soldiers staring at him. He frantically checked himself for bullet holes. He found none. Now he was really confused. Not only that, but scared to the point where his body would not move, at least not quick enough.

The soldiers passed THROUGH Jason. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know what to think anymore. But he slowly turned to see what they were doing, and almost vomited right then and there. That sour taste creeping up his throat was too sickening for him. But swallowed it whole, leaving its bitter taste on his lips. What a gruesome sight. It couldn’t be called a corpse. There was hardly anything left.

It was only then that Jason realized they had been looking THROUGH him. He began to wonder if he really was dead.

“Did you take care of it?” came a voice.

Jason just stood there. He honestly could not move. His body would not respond. He wanted to move. He had to move. But, nothing.

His mind was racing with a million thoughts a second. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe it was all a dream. Yes, that’s right, this is all a dream. A terrible, terrible dream. A nightmare. He would wake up soon, and everything would be normal again. His head would be against the window of the car, and his father would be driving, going on about how Jason should apply himself to something, even though he was nothing more than a big fat paycheck to this father.