An Excerpt From My Story, Enjoy. . .

So this is a bit scary for me putting this out here in the open like this.  This is almost like writing something from my journal on here, or more so.  It needs work, I know it has to, and I don't mind at all constructive criticism.  But this is an excerpt from the story I have been working on for three years. 
Pure fiction.  It's about a brother and sister and their friends and the journey through life that they go through together, and the light and the dark of life its self, finding who they are.  I'm not great with names and it's just a first: Matthew & Elizabeth James.

This part takes place in May of 2008 and Matthew James is fifteen years old and is currently living with his mother, stepfather, sister and two step siblings.  (Okay, I can do this!)
Enjoy. . .

It was perfect weather, no wind, no heat, no cold, only a few clouds in the sky.  The air smelled fresh with spring, the sent of newly mown grass, tree leaves and flowers and almost a sent of the smell after a rain fall.  The sky was turning sapphire with orange and pink in the west as the sun slowly began to fade away. 
   Matthew had been at Ned's house and was gradually making his way home, dreading every step, not wanting to find what might be waiting for him when he got there.  He as standing in front of the house now and suddenly felt the urge to leave again, then looked over and saw that no one was at the little park across the street.  So turning away from that house he walked over to the park and sat down on a swing.  He sat facing the street but his eyes were looking out at the sunset tot he left.  He began messing with his tie, feeling it in his fingers.  It felt smooth and soft, silky, against his dry finger tips.
   The world felt at peace all around him; quiet and gentle, welcoming.  It was everything he was not.  Inside he felt like a war was going on, it was loud and anything but gentle, in fact he was sure it was fear and he wanted desperately to get away from it.  His eyes felt heavy.  He hadn't slept well last night or the night before that, in fact it had been at least two weeks since he actually slept. 
   He was looking down at his hands now as they felt the end of the tie; his hands were pale against the black fabric.  He thought of his father then, he was on his mind a lot now a days.  Maybe his father didn't approve of the fact that he dressed like he was depressed or going to a funeral, as his father put it, but never had he hit him or cussed at him, or about him; and Matthew could stand his stepmother, Harmony.  But now Richard, he was not something Matthew could stand.  Richard would cuss at him and call him names, but hitting. . . in Matthew's book once was too far, his stepfather had hit him three times, the first had been a wack in the jaw for not liking what Richard had called him.  That bothered Matthew that he hadn't told his father the first time, it just hadn't come to mind; and also, it bother him that he just let Richard treat him like that without doing anything about it, he just let himself take it!
   The sun only showed one single ray of light now, the sky was darkening and stars were appearing, filling the sky with spots of twinkling light.  A very light, fresh breeze blew now, gentling pulling Matthew's red brown hair toward the northeast.  He looked around him at the world his mind now came back to. 
   As he licked his dry bottom lip his piecring was cold at his tongue.  Thoughts raced through his mind and without realizing he was imagining a scene before him of what he was feeling inside.  He was standing in darkness, not able to see more than a foot in front of him.  Above were the twisted top branches of black trees that seemed as if they were caving toward him in deadly claws.  The sky was a very dark and deep violet blue shade sprinkled with faint glowing specks of stars and  a full white moon that glowed crimson.  The one thing that he hated the most was how utterly alone he was.  What he imagined was exactly like he felt.  He shook the image away, but couldn't get ride of that scared feeling inside him that ached, and the feeling of being trapped.  
   Matthew stared into he ever darkening, now indigo, sky; he then thought of Elizabeth, his shy little sister.  He couldn't let himself think of how scared he was, and maybe he really wasn't alone after all; he had her and he needed to be there for her and be strong for her sake.  The one thing that he just couldn't do was be scared and push her away, he needed to be there for her.


I really do hope that you enjoyed this bit of my story.

Listening to: Dommin - Tonight

Sincerely,
Angel of Darkness

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