28th piece

This is the 26th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

This time I don't land, but wake up… to Eric's face. The ocean blue eyes are staring straight into mine and he was so close that I can make out the tiny freckles across the bridge of his nose. "She's alive!" He yells, backs away from the bed, and does a little dance, consisting of a lot of twirling and clapping. I sit up and start laughing my head off. After a couple minutes I catch my breath and look around the room. It's the same room in the infirmary that Eric was in. "Hey, how long was I unconscious for?" I ask fidgeting with the ear piece that has tangled itself in my hair. "About an hour maybe less," Eric makes a point of rolling his eyes and says, "That means that we still have to go to the ball," I groan and look down to see that I'm still wearing my enormous dress. I smooth it out figuring that if I'm wearing it I might as well look good. Eric jumps onto the bed and asks, "By the way Sleeping Beauty, what happened?" My face turns grim and I open my mouth to tell him about what I saw, but then remember where we are and quickly shut it. He nods slightly and leaps off the bed. I notice that he's wearing a black suit with a tie that's the same color as my dress. I jump off after him, not as easily with this huge skirt, and say with a grin, "Well you look spiffy." He chuckles and replies, "You don't look to bad yourself ma'am." He bows and extends an arm, I curtsy and take hold of it. We walk out the door with straight backs and noses in the air and strike up a conversation. "Are you ready for the ball madam?" Eric says "Oh yes very, and aren't you terribly excited to show off your moves, my good sir?" I say, and so forth. After we turn down a hallway we stop in front of my trio of fashion fairies and another trio that I'm guessing is Eric's. Darlene rushes up to me and says, "Oh good you're awake. Now let's fix up your hair." Typical fashion fairy. She snaps her fingers and the rest of the trio are instantly at her side and start going at it with my hair. Eric stands in front of me trying to suppress a smile. I glare at him, or try to; it becomes a squint as a member of the trio yanks my hair.

27th Piece

This is the 25th post to the book I was talking about in my "What Blog Is" post.



When I realize this my eyes go wide and so do his. I scramble to get to my feet which are quite difficult in this dress and back away. He grunts and sits up, not looking at me but past me. Obviously he isn't blind but I'm not invisible either. Faintly I hear someone mumbling but I don't know who. Unless I was mistaken, only that man and I are in the room, and neither of us has moved our mouths to speak. The voice becomes loud enough for me to understand what is saying. It seems to be trying to communicate with someone but is having great difficulty doing it. "Lucy? Lucy?" The voice calls, "If you can hear me please speak up!" The man in the room is sitting vey still and his eyes are glistening. He stands up, cups his hands around his mouth, and cries out desperately, "Lucy! Lucy if you can hear me let me know! I need you Lucy. More than you can ever imagine." He says the last sentence quietly and on the word “imagine” his voice breaks. A tear slides down his cheek slowly, he doesn't stop to wipe it. He drops heavily onto his knees and I look him up and down. His eyes are the same as mine, light with a dark edge and his hair that is graying slightly seems to be brown, but it is hard to tell with all the dirt, blood, and grease covering it. He looks about six feet tall and his body is weak with starvation and exhaustion. He shuts his eyes tightly and I can see the wrinkles that have formed in his face, on his forehead, in between his eyebrows, and at the edge of his eyes. I hear the voice in my head again, "Why haven't I died yet? Why must they make me suffer so without my Lucy?" With that the room starts to twirl and my stomach has butterflies again and I know I'm about to go, but I don't want to leave. I stick out my hand to touch what looks like a blob of the man's face, but I am already gone and falling.

26th Piece

This is the 24th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I stop in the doorway my head feeling a bit woozy but continue forward thinking it's just nerves. I walk a few more feet and then the room starts spinning and my stomach gets a visit from a hundred butterflies, then it really hits me. I stumble backwards trying to regain my balance, but the room just gets blurrier. I see Eric running towards me, his lips moving, but I cant hear what he's saying. All of a sudden I'm no longer in the hallway, but standing in bright light. I squint to try to make anything out, even the floor seems to be blinding light. After a few seconds I'm in complete darkness... and falling. I try to scream but no sound comes out. My stomach is in my throat, a feeling I usually love, and I think I'm going to throw up. I tell myself to focus and control on landing. I take a deep breath and try to calm my panicking head. Remember I tell myself knees loose to break your fall and roll forward when you make contact. I must be falling from pretty far up because it takes a while before I hit the ground. I was expecting a hard landing considering I was up so high and falling for so long, but I hit the ground softly and didn't even feel the need to roll. I stand up quickly in case anyone was waiting for me, but the room is silent. I wait for my eyes to adjust and then take a look around the room. There's a small window with bars on the left wall barely letting enough light in so I can see. The rest of the walls are pretty boring, all being made of concrete stones, including the floor which had scratches on it everywhere. I turn around to see if there was a door, but I don’t see anything. I put my right hand against the wall to see if there is a way out, My fingers skim over tally marks counting days and sometimes little notes consisting of, I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT! WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME? Or something a little softer like, Dear Margret, if you ever come across this I want you to know that I still love you, as much as I did before. –Carson and still others like, BETTER GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN ROOKIE I pass a bed that also seems to be made out of cement and then a chain. A chain that seems to be about seven feet long, three inches in width, and I can tell just by looking at it it’s more than a hundred pounds. I follow it until I get to the ankle it finally closes around. I quietly step around the body and try to get a glimpse of the man’s face. He looks slightly familiar, and slightly dead. I silently put my hand over his heart and after a few frightful seconds I feel a thump. I let out a sigh of relief and look at his face again. I sit back on my heels and then I realize where I’ve seen his face before, in mine.

25th Piece

This is the 23rd post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.


After all the plucking, poking, pinching, and brushing they are finally finished with everything. They tell me to stand up “gently” and they will lead me to a full length mirror. The lady has her hands around my eyes very lightly, to not smear the makeup but so that I won’t see, and the man is holding my hand and leading me forward. We stop and the girl lifts her hands away. I still squeeze my eyes shut, I don’t want to see myself because I know no matter how hard they try I would never look how I am supposed to and will probably just be yelled at again for not being perfect. “Open your eyes dearie,” Darlene says softly “You look gorgeous,” I tentatively open my eyes and then grow still. There must be some mistake; instead of taking me to a mirror they are showing me a picture of someone else wearing the same dress. I lean in closer and the girl in the picture does the same. Slowly I start to see the resemblances between the girl and me. I turn toward the assistants and Darlene, well shuffle that is, and sit on the floor looking up at them. Darlene immediately sits next to me after the assistants cringe when I hit the floor. “What’s wrong doll?” She asks in concern, I close my eyes and breathe in, the last time I was dressed like this was during the accident. The heavy dress got in the way of saving my family. I let out a shaky breath and stand up again. “Don’t worry nothing is going to happen today,” I hear in my ear, I slowly nod my head and say as perkily as I can manage, “What are we waiting for? The party is about to begin right?” The trio smiles at me and with some extra fluffing and dabbing we head out.

24th Piece

This is the 22nd post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

We go into a blank room. There is nothing in here but white walls. I was about to ask where everything is when she snaps her fingers. The floor disappears and is replaced with a gaping hole. When it returns from its journey it is filled with clothes, makeup, jewelry, hair things, I don’t know what to say except, “Ew,” “What was that doll?” Darlene asks, “Oh nothing, except for the fact that I despise everything in here.” For some reason I feel like I need to be rude. I guess I’m just fed up with being me right now and having to deal with all of these problems. I am really tired and just need a nap or something, but no of course not, I get to spend the next three hours doing something I hate. Awesome. Why can’t I go somewhere and a nice person will tell me some good news, and hand me a mug of hot chocolate? Is that too much to ask? I groan as she drags me to the dresses. Don’t get me wrong they’re gorgeous but they would be even more beautiful on somebody else. She stops in front of a blue dress. It wasn't like a dark blue boring dress, but a gorgeous almost ocean blue color, with layers upon layers of fabric, with brown spirals running up the sides and across the top of the dress. It looks heavy. “Perfect! It’ll look great on you. She takes it off the hook and holds it up to my body, face, eyes, hair, everything. She waves to assistants over that seemed to appear out of nowhere. They size me up, take the dress, and scamper away. “Well what are you waiting for? Go with them!” I stumble as she pushes me in their direction. They appear again and shove me into a seat. They take the dress and disassemble it. There is a corset. They hoist me up and undress me, first I felt embarrassed but I got over that pretty quickly, especially when they put the corset on. By then my embarrassment changed to anger. One of them is holding onto my arms and the other pulling the strings on the back. After about five pulls I couldn't breathe, “Hey! Loosen it up back there I can’t,” He tightens it even more and I actually whimper. When he’s finished I try to free my hands from his assistant’s iron grip but she won’t let go. This is probably a good thing for them because they start putting on the dress. I thrash and scream until they put the entire dress on. “Can I least see myself?” I ask, I figure if I am going to be put in the dress I might as well think I look at least kind of pretty no matter how much I hate it. They tell me to sit in a chair and not knowing what else I can do, I sit. “No!” They both yell, I immediately stand up and stare at them. “Not like that,” The woman screams. “Like what?” I yell back clueless. “Not like this,” She imitates me throwing myself in the chair and sitting hunched over, “Like this,” She gets off the chair and gently sits down and makes her back go straight, it looked uncomfortable. I try to mimic her and trip into the chair, but I sit up as straight up as I can. “Now for the makeup,” The assistant says with some sort of brush in her hand, and a huge smile on her face. I tilt my head back, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and scream my heart out.

23rd Piece

This is the 21st post for the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

The man speaking stops in his tracks, he has been pacing, and swivels around to face me. “What was that Audra?” He asks softly. Ok Audra you need to think fast otherwise you’re going to die.Am I really talking to myself? I am aren’t I. I’m going insane. “I, uh, was just trying to warm myself up to the idea of wearing a dress,” He looks at me, his eyes are the same but his face and stance are skeptical so I push on, “I was saying that if there’s trouble then I can possibly use my, what is probably going to be 50 pound dress, to either sit on them and crush them with the weight, or use a piece of it to strangle them,” I smile big hoping he bought it. “Well there will be no need for any of that.” He says, and starts to pace again. I sigh with relief through my still smiling mouth, and look at Eric. His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly ajar, I guess he’s also surprised I wasn’t shot in the head right then. I force a sigh and try to look uninterested when I say, “Is there anything else you need to tell us before you say ‘Be gone.’?” His gaze holds mine for full minute before answering, “No there is nothing more other than who you shall be going with in just a few minutes.” “Who we will be going with? Where would we be going?” “To get ready for the ball of course!” He exclaims. Eric and I take a step away from him. “Now?” I ask as calmly as I can possibly manage. “But of course, you only have 3 hours to get ready!” I stare into his eyes, while his whole face is beaming and even his body seems to be excited his eyes are still cold and hard. “You, Audra, will go with Darlene. Eric, you will go with Daniel.” My eyes never leave his as I am pulled away by this woman who I’m guessing is Darlene.

22nd Piece

This is the 20th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.


I walk toward the desk as calmly as I can hoping, that whoever this is doesn’t hear my heart beating a mile a minute. “Do you know why you are here?” His voice booming, “No, actually I don’t. But I bet you’re going to tell me,” I say loudly so my voice doesn’t shake. The man walks into the light. He was tall and had dark hair with gray streaks that frames his face, but the thing that intrigues me the most would be the scar. That same kind of scar was on that other man I spoke to, and Eric. His scar comes from the middle of his lip, crawling down his neck and into his shirt. I stare into his eyes which are a pale blue and show no emotion. His thin dry lips struggle to form a smile as he says, “You are quite right, quite right indeed, I am going to tell you why.” I note that he has a slight accent, either from Britain or Australia. “There is a ball that you will be attending this evening, you will have to wear a gown to this event but may bring any jewelry you desire.” I look to my left hand that is still inexplicably clutching the ear thing. “Including that horrid thing,” I instinctively try to hide it in my hands before saying with disgust, “I really have to wear a dress?” He ‘smiles’ again but the amusement still doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yes,” I groan as he turns to Eric. I notice the guard skirt out of the man’s sight. “And you a tuxedo,” He states. I see Eric wince at the thought. We never wear clothes like that, because we hate them. They are the most restricting clothes they can put us in, well the ‘gown’ anyway. I decide to put the earpiece on to free my hands and hear a muffle. “Audra? Are you there?” I don’t know what to do so I stand there frozen, hand still touching my ear, and whisper, “Yes.”