The Black Sheep

Apollo · #1 (**permalink**) 03-14-2008, 07:51 PM

Black sheep are rare when it comes to herds. With people there are black sheep .But it's more like the person hasn't found others like it's self. This is the story of a boy who just had no where. . . .

The thunder clapped louder than I had ever heard it. I sat up in the cot I had in the middle of the abandoned cabin. I shook and didn't know what to do. My breathing became lighter as the storm seemed to dissipate. I didn't know if I would be able to sleep after such a force. I only could lay down. I sat there between slipping into a dream and being awake and listened to the rain . . .that's all I could ever do now. I can feel . . .smell . . .hear and touch . . but not . . . but not see. I threw my blankets off of my self and went to a wall. I used it to help me reach the opening. I heard the run off from the top of the roof and moved my hand to catch some. My hand felt the cold hard pound of the water. I smelled the earth and water and the pitch on the roof mixed in. I smiled and stepped out into the rain and let it wash over me.
"Please . . . " I whispered to nothing. "Please let me find somewhere. . .somewhere I can be me . . ."

OOC(if u would like to post in this thread please send me a PM and what u would like to put, I may say no but most likely will say yes because I have a habit of loving a good twist. Well have fun reading and cant wait to hear what u say)

Caer Ibormeith · #2 (**permalink**) 03-14-2008, 08:21 PM

Melody stared out the window and watched the rain chase itself down the pane. She rested her fevered brow against the cool glass and tried to banish the last memories of her parents as they were taken by sickness.
Her aunt rested a hand on her shoulder and she jumped. She grabbed her aunt's hand and pushed herself away from her relative. She didn't look at her aunt, not wanting to read what she was saying on her lips. She grabbed her pack and left. She closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled the scents of wet earth and the tang of the lake. She didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than being with adults who pitied her lack of hearing.

Apollo · #3 (**permalink**) 03-14-2008, 08:35 PM

Pete hated his name. He hated it almost as much as being called Petey . . . his family never seemed to get that. All they could do was laugh at him when he sat down trying to read his braille. They would wave their hands in front of his face and walk away. They even forgot his birthday . . his own parents.
That's why Pete was trying to find a place to be. He may have like being able to see but now that he couldn't . . .his hearing was the next best thing. It was a long walk to the cabin but once there the night was longer. Going through one meant another would take it's place. He couldn't stand it. "
I just need a new place to be until the mud season is over" Pete didn't need to talk but it made him feel a little better hearing something. He just walked on using his stick he had to guide himself.

OOC(if in italics then it is a flash back)

Caer Ibormeith · #4 (**permalink**) 03-14-2008, 08:43 PM

Melody shivered. She hadn't grabbed a jacket or anything like that, all she had was a teeshirt with a hood on it which she used to hide her scars. She had been born slightly deformed and the doctors had to operate to open her ears, they had folded and closed up while she had been inside her womb. Nevertheless, her ears never worked. They were pointed and made completely out of scar tissue. Some of the scars on her left side of her face reached out to the corner of her eye.
With her scars and abnormal ears she was always cast out, except by her parents. She loved them, and the name that they had given her. They named her Melody in hopes that one day she would be able to hear again and listen to music. But they had died, and left her alone with those who would shun her.

Apollo · #5 (**permalink**) 03-14-2008, 09:01 PM

My foot hit another rock that my stick didn't find and hit. I tripped and swore under my breath. One more came out of no where and I fell on my hands sending a shock of pain up my arms. I swear louder and sit on what I hope is either a stump or and rock. My hands met my face as I smoothed out my hair which was growing longer. There was a rustle of leaves and a noise. "Whose there?" I shouted.

Caer Ibormeith · #6 (**permalink**) 03-14-2008, 09:06 PM

The rustle sounded again, but Melody didn't notice it since there wasn't a single sound that could enter her ears. She paused at the sight of the boy that looked to be slightly older than her. Who are you? she asked, her lips forming the words but no sound came out. She didn't know that he was blind and wouldn't be able to read her hands or her lips.

Apollo · #7 (**permalink**) 03-15-2008, 06:17 AM

The noise was coming from some where and from something, I just had to find out what. I didn't dare stand up so I just sat there. If the thing wanted me it would come and get me. But it was only then when I was quiet did it stop. I took a breath and held it, listening as best as I could.

Caer Ibormeith · #8 (**permalink**) 03-15-2008, 06:23 AM

She waved at him slightly and stepped forward again. She looked puzzled and walk up to him. She waved her hand in front of his eyes, very confused. She had never met someone who was blind before. She was about to touch his shoulder but something kept her from making any sort of contact.

Apollo · #9 (**permalink**) 03-15-2008, 06:46 AM

Is it working? I think it is. I can feel the barrier I made is still up, but some one tried to touch me I know that. I felt the air against my face as if a hand was waving in front of me. Some one is pissing me off. I felt the air again and grabbed where I thought it was and held onto a wrist. "Who are you and what do you want?"

Caer Ibormeith · #10 (**permalink**) 03-15-2008, 06:54 AM

Melody gasped, but read his lips. How am I going to explain? Does he even know how to read sign language? She tried a few signs with her hands, "Sorry. Lost. Where. I?"