Unlucky
01-25-08, 06:13 PM
It was nearly midnight, and Sylvia couldn't get to sleep. Her many days of unluckiness were catching up to her. Feelings of of paranoia were with her everywhere she went. It wasn't a matter of will something bad happen today that caused this deep feeling of fear, like it was with a lot of people, nor was it a matter of when it was going to happen. For her, Everytime she tried to do something, something would go wrong.
It was this fact alone that caused her feeling of paranoia. But recently, strange events had occured which had made her fear all too real. Some people seemed to be following her ever since she had left the town she had been in about three days back.
She had seen them two days ago at midnite, when one opened his mouth to say something, then tripped over a garbage can. Yesterday, she saw them at around the same time, this time, some stray dogs chased him and his buddies away. Sylvia had thought at the time that the figures that she recognized as townsfolk from whatever-the-hell town she had been in three days ago were out to get her right from the get-go. It wouldn't be the first time.
At the stroke of midnight, her deepest fears were confirmed as a knife grazed her arm. Engraved on it were the letters A.W.S.
Somehow, it had managed to spill some of her blood. Nothing bad had happened to the group following her that night. She had come to rely on the fact that her bad luck protected her up until this point. Her curse of bad luck just wouldn't let her die without living a full lifetime. She had always thought this, but now she wasn't too sure.
Sylvia snatched up the dagger and ran as fast as she could. Fearing for her life, Sylvia ran away to ask the guards for help, the guards, though, had already been knocked unconcious by the time she reached them. Not knowing where else to go, she headed just outside whatever-the-fuck town she was in right now.
She never bothered reading the name of a town if she could help it. She only stayed in each town for one night anyway. Any more than that and her curse might cause the whole town to catch on fire, she didn't know this for a fact, but it seemed like a good bet, but that was neither here nor there as Sylvia ran to a forest just outside of the town and cried herself to sleep, wondering why so many people had to be hurt because of her curse.
When she woke up the next day, she found the forest on fire and a brick from the town on her leg. This definately wasn't her curse at work this time. If it had been a fallen tree on her leg, then maybe, but the object on her leg was definately placed there by someone to keep her from moving, and the fire was likely manmade this time too, because, what other reason did they have to keep her pinned down.
"Help!" Sylvia screamed out despite herself. What did she think she was doing anyway? Anybody that tried to help her would likely get injured or killed in the process.
It was this fact alone that caused her feeling of paranoia. But recently, strange events had occured which had made her fear all too real. Some people seemed to be following her ever since she had left the town she had been in about three days back.
She had seen them two days ago at midnite, when one opened his mouth to say something, then tripped over a garbage can. Yesterday, she saw them at around the same time, this time, some stray dogs chased him and his buddies away. Sylvia had thought at the time that the figures that she recognized as townsfolk from whatever-the-hell town she had been in three days ago were out to get her right from the get-go. It wouldn't be the first time.
At the stroke of midnight, her deepest fears were confirmed as a knife grazed her arm. Engraved on it were the letters A.W.S.
Somehow, it had managed to spill some of her blood. Nothing bad had happened to the group following her that night. She had come to rely on the fact that her bad luck protected her up until this point. Her curse of bad luck just wouldn't let her die without living a full lifetime. She had always thought this, but now she wasn't too sure.
Sylvia snatched up the dagger and ran as fast as she could. Fearing for her life, Sylvia ran away to ask the guards for help, the guards, though, had already been knocked unconcious by the time she reached them. Not knowing where else to go, she headed just outside whatever-the-fuck town she was in right now.
She never bothered reading the name of a town if she could help it. She only stayed in each town for one night anyway. Any more than that and her curse might cause the whole town to catch on fire, she didn't know this for a fact, but it seemed like a good bet, but that was neither here nor there as Sylvia ran to a forest just outside of the town and cried herself to sleep, wondering why so many people had to be hurt because of her curse.
When she woke up the next day, she found the forest on fire and a brick from the town on her leg. This definately wasn't her curse at work this time. If it had been a fallen tree on her leg, then maybe, but the object on her leg was definately placed there by someone to keep her from moving, and the fire was likely manmade this time too, because, what other reason did they have to keep her pinned down.
"Help!" Sylvia screamed out despite herself. What did she think she was doing anyway? Anybody that tried to help her would likely get injured or killed in the process.