Part of Chapter 5
Hey people!!! Here is a PART of my chapter 5 of The Chosen One. I wan your people's opinion wither I should continue writing it. No rude comments PLEASE, but remember TO comment!1 Thanks!! :)
I was knocked out, surly I was. Either that or I was dead because I couldn't feel any pain, nothing. The last thing I could remember was poor Wesley's terrified face as he watched me be dragged into some kind of teleport thing by the demon. Oh gosh. My arm. If I could see, or move, for that matter, I would have looked at my arm which would have had three large wounds deep within the triceps of my arm. So I guess that one theory about people who were in a coma of some sort were able to hear things and think. I guess you could call this a coma. I felt myself being carried by human arms, or what felt like them anyway. I heard a door open and some humming of voices. I heard thumping of feet; I was being carried up a flight of stairs it seemed; or else someone just needs to learn to pick up their feet when walking. I was then placed on what felt like a bed, and heard a door shut. Gah! C'mon Addy! Wake up! You gotta!
Nothing... Great. Wait... there WAS something. I could start to see a dim light, which became brighter. Before I knew it, I was awake, actually being blinded by the light. When my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I looked around at me surroundings. I was surprised. The interior of the room I was in; a relatively big room, might I add. It looked like... a log cabin, of some sort. That idea first popped in my mind by the little deer head mounted atop the fireplace in the middle of the room. The walls of the room were, of course, long logs. The bed I was on wasn't undone at all; so the chocolaty brown and yellowish specks of the covers were perfect all for a little wrinkles where I was sitting.
There was a backboard on the bed that was the same brown as the covers, as well as the yellowish specks. If you looked closer you could tell they were little yellow flowers. Yep, a girl's room. To my left, against a wall, was an old pine dresser with a mirror perched atop it with two little drawers on either side, and five big ones, almost like my dresser back home. The floor was wood as well; duh. Under the bed, there was a rug, which looked to be an antique Indian rug. It as beautiful, the way the reds and blues and greens swirled and zigzagged in an unusual pattern, but very pretty. Really completes the room.
I just noticed that it was cold in the room, me still having my purple shirt and skinny jeans on. Soon did I realize, my shirt was soaked in blood. I figured. I looked at my arm, which became stiff and numb, was stitched up in three different places.So THAT was what the metallic and salty smell. I sat up, groaning. I was groggy from the knock out. I turned around, expecting a big spot where the blood was on my shirt but there was none. gosh. I guess it was all dried. I laid back down on the bed for a while and just relaxed, not wanting to fully get up. My attention was brought to the door when the doorknob turned and a dog trotted in, and the door closed. My eyes boggled at this sight. The dog opened the door on its own!!!! I was in shock. The dog was a Golden Retriever, probably one of the biggest I've seen. It jumped on the bed, and lightly pulled on my arm in its mouth, wanting to follow. So much for relaxing...
I groaned and got up, not wanting to put any pressure on my arm, and followed the dog out of the room into a hall, with pictures of woods, meadows, and deer heads mounted on wooden plaques with a golden outline around it. We turned a sharp right to what seemed to be a living room.
Nothing... Great. Wait... there WAS something. I could start to see a dim light, which became brighter. Before I knew it, I was awake, actually being blinded by the light. When my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I looked around at me surroundings. I was surprised. The interior of the room I was in; a relatively big room, might I add. It looked like... a log cabin, of some sort. That idea first popped in my mind by the little deer head mounted atop the fireplace in the middle of the room. The walls of the room were, of course, long logs. The bed I was on wasn't undone at all; so the chocolaty brown and yellowish specks of the covers were perfect all for a little wrinkles where I was sitting.
There was a backboard on the bed that was the same brown as the covers, as well as the yellowish specks. If you looked closer you could tell they were little yellow flowers. Yep, a girl's room. To my left, against a wall, was an old pine dresser with a mirror perched atop it with two little drawers on either side, and five big ones, almost like my dresser back home. The floor was wood as well; duh. Under the bed, there was a rug, which looked to be an antique Indian rug. It as beautiful, the way the reds and blues and greens swirled and zigzagged in an unusual pattern, but very pretty. Really completes the room.
I just noticed that it was cold in the room, me still having my purple shirt and skinny jeans on. Soon did I realize, my shirt was soaked in blood. I figured. I looked at my arm, which became stiff and numb, was stitched up in three different places.So THAT was what the metallic and salty smell. I sat up, groaning. I was groggy from the knock out. I turned around, expecting a big spot where the blood was on my shirt but there was none. gosh. I guess it was all dried. I laid back down on the bed for a while and just relaxed, not wanting to fully get up. My attention was brought to the door when the doorknob turned and a dog trotted in, and the door closed. My eyes boggled at this sight. The dog opened the door on its own!!!! I was in shock. The dog was a Golden Retriever, probably one of the biggest I've seen. It jumped on the bed, and lightly pulled on my arm in its mouth, wanting to follow. So much for relaxing...
I groaned and got up, not wanting to put any pressure on my arm, and followed the dog out of the room into a hall, with pictures of woods, meadows, and deer heads mounted on wooden plaques with a golden outline around it. We turned a sharp right to what seemed to be a living room.
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