Post by epiklow on Oct 26, 2010 13:06:56 GMT -5
Hi guys
Hope you're all ahving a great week!
This week my school has a "reading week" so we get these days off until Nov 1st. I have one more project to work on.
I just finished a character sketch project and wondered if any of you would like to read It's a character from my GS story that I've been working on for awhile. For the project we had to answear questions such as, "What's your name? How old are you? Where do you live?"
My project is semi-long, sorry!
Before I answer your questions, I want you to know something. I'm glad you're asking me these questions now. I'm not sure how much time I have. Hopefully one day, someone else will see this, and everything will be cleared up. You might think I'm crazy, but I'll feel better to know my side of the story will be out there in the world.
My name is Lori Berkowitz. I am twenty years-old, born on June 11th, 1990. I live in a small town near Brampton, Ontario, in a small house with my mother, Joyce, and my seventeen year-old brother, Edgar. Our twenty-three year-old sister, named Franceska, lives in Mississauga now.
Ever since we were little, all of us have had red hair. This comes from our Dad, Steven, who was born in Scotland. Our mother, born in Canada, has blonde hair. My sister and I inherited our mother's eyes. My eyes are light blue, and Franceska's are dark blue. My hair is short, light red, while Fran's is dark and long. Even our skin tone seems different. Edgar and I have always been more pale then her.
During big family dinners, I can always remember our aunt and uncle calling my sister Yin ,and me Yang . I've never agreed with that, because I always see myself as the negative sister. Fran has always been the strong, positive one. We were best friends back then. We were inseparable, and we told each other everything. I thought we would always be that close. But when Fran got older, she made knew friends, and suddenly didn't have time for me anymore. I think my parents were always worried about me when I was little. It was hard for me to make friends, it still is. It's harder to talk about my parents though.
My father passed away when I was fifteen in a car accident. Franceska was eighteen years-old at the time. She moved out of the house right after it happened, with her boyfriend, Max. I hated her for that – no, I think I hated Max more. If he was never around, she probably wouldn't have moved, and I wouldn't have turned into a second mother for our family. My mom was a wreak, so I took on more jobs than I could handle, and I didn't bother applying for veterinary school when the time came. High school was easy for me, unlike Fran, who barely finished after an extra year. For the past five years I had been working at a veterinary clinic called, “Baxter's.” But after an... incident, I can't work there anymore.
This is the crazy part. The part I need to explain.
On September 26th, of this year, my brother was attacked. By what? He wasn't sure. He could hardly describe it, and when he tried he sounded insane. This was shocking to me. Other than my mother, he's the most important person in my life. He's the one person that I can tell anything to, and even I couldn't believe him. But the very next night, while I was finishing my shift at Baxter's, I was attacked by the same thing. Unlike Edgar, I didn't get away. It bit me.
What ever it was. I could hardly see. It was so fast, like no animal I've ever seen before. Ever since that night, I can feel myself changing. My arm that was bitten has already healed. My hair has been growing at an intense rate, along with my sense of smell, and my appetite. The worst part is hiding this. When I tried going back to work, all of the animals freaked out, and wouldn't stop barking until I left. My dog, Katharine, who I've had for four years, wont even go near me anymore. Even my own brother seems distant, though he is trying to help me through all of this. I think he should stay away. Franceska should too.
Shes picked a really bad time to come back into town. She keeps telling me we need to talk, we need to become sisters again, but for some reason, I think she knows more. I think she knows I'm becoming something else. But I can't involve her in this. Even though I've been hurtful towards her for leaving us, I would never actually want to hurt her.
Sometimes I don't even know what I'm thinking. Everyday I fear that I'm just going to snap, that's why I'm leaving. I have to find a cure for this, what ever this is.
For anyone else who reads this, I want you all to know that something is out there and Imight not be able to stop this. I don't know what's going to happen next week, or even an hour
from now, but I've learned a lot. If you've ever had a grudge on a family member, or a friend, or anyone -- let it go. There's not enough time in this world, to hold on to what ever these people have done to you before. If I can stop this thing from hurting anyone else, I promise myself to take back all the bad things I've ever said to my sister, and even though we wont be as close as when we were little, I know it will be better. But if I can't stop this -- if that thing bites anyone else, I want to warn you all.
It might be coming for you next.
Hope you're all ahving a great week!
This week my school has a "reading week" so we get these days off until Nov 1st. I have one more project to work on.
I just finished a character sketch project and wondered if any of you would like to read It's a character from my GS story that I've been working on for awhile. For the project we had to answear questions such as, "What's your name? How old are you? Where do you live?"
My project is semi-long, sorry!
Before I answer your questions, I want you to know something. I'm glad you're asking me these questions now. I'm not sure how much time I have. Hopefully one day, someone else will see this, and everything will be cleared up. You might think I'm crazy, but I'll feel better to know my side of the story will be out there in the world.
My name is Lori Berkowitz. I am twenty years-old, born on June 11th, 1990. I live in a small town near Brampton, Ontario, in a small house with my mother, Joyce, and my seventeen year-old brother, Edgar. Our twenty-three year-old sister, named Franceska, lives in Mississauga now.
Ever since we were little, all of us have had red hair. This comes from our Dad, Steven, who was born in Scotland. Our mother, born in Canada, has blonde hair. My sister and I inherited our mother's eyes. My eyes are light blue, and Franceska's are dark blue. My hair is short, light red, while Fran's is dark and long. Even our skin tone seems different. Edgar and I have always been more pale then her.
During big family dinners, I can always remember our aunt and uncle calling my sister Yin ,and me Yang . I've never agreed with that, because I always see myself as the negative sister. Fran has always been the strong, positive one. We were best friends back then. We were inseparable, and we told each other everything. I thought we would always be that close. But when Fran got older, she made knew friends, and suddenly didn't have time for me anymore. I think my parents were always worried about me when I was little. It was hard for me to make friends, it still is. It's harder to talk about my parents though.
My father passed away when I was fifteen in a car accident. Franceska was eighteen years-old at the time. She moved out of the house right after it happened, with her boyfriend, Max. I hated her for that – no, I think I hated Max more. If he was never around, she probably wouldn't have moved, and I wouldn't have turned into a second mother for our family. My mom was a wreak, so I took on more jobs than I could handle, and I didn't bother applying for veterinary school when the time came. High school was easy for me, unlike Fran, who barely finished after an extra year. For the past five years I had been working at a veterinary clinic called, “Baxter's.” But after an... incident, I can't work there anymore.
This is the crazy part. The part I need to explain.
On September 26th, of this year, my brother was attacked. By what? He wasn't sure. He could hardly describe it, and when he tried he sounded insane. This was shocking to me. Other than my mother, he's the most important person in my life. He's the one person that I can tell anything to, and even I couldn't believe him. But the very next night, while I was finishing my shift at Baxter's, I was attacked by the same thing. Unlike Edgar, I didn't get away. It bit me.
What ever it was. I could hardly see. It was so fast, like no animal I've ever seen before. Ever since that night, I can feel myself changing. My arm that was bitten has already healed. My hair has been growing at an intense rate, along with my sense of smell, and my appetite. The worst part is hiding this. When I tried going back to work, all of the animals freaked out, and wouldn't stop barking until I left. My dog, Katharine, who I've had for four years, wont even go near me anymore. Even my own brother seems distant, though he is trying to help me through all of this. I think he should stay away. Franceska should too.
Shes picked a really bad time to come back into town. She keeps telling me we need to talk, we need to become sisters again, but for some reason, I think she knows more. I think she knows I'm becoming something else. But I can't involve her in this. Even though I've been hurtful towards her for leaving us, I would never actually want to hurt her.
Sometimes I don't even know what I'm thinking. Everyday I fear that I'm just going to snap, that's why I'm leaving. I have to find a cure for this, what ever this is.
For anyone else who reads this, I want you all to know that something is out there and Imight not be able to stop this. I don't know what's going to happen next week, or even an hour
from now, but I've learned a lot. If you've ever had a grudge on a family member, or a friend, or anyone -- let it go. There's not enough time in this world, to hold on to what ever these people have done to you before. If I can stop this thing from hurting anyone else, I promise myself to take back all the bad things I've ever said to my sister, and even though we wont be as close as when we were little, I know it will be better. But if I can't stop this -- if that thing bites anyone else, I want to warn you all.
It might be coming for you next.