This is one of my earliest stories... It's uncompleted. :B

When someone important leaves you, it feels like a hole in your gum where a tooth falls out. You can
chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth around but your tongue would still go back to the
hole, where the nerves are still a little raw.

I could still remember the crash. A very unfortunate car crash. One that would change my life so very
differently. So long ago, yet still etched freshly in my mind like it was only yesterday.

Exactly 10 years ago, when that young and foolish me was still burning with vigour like fresh coal
into the furnace on Christmas Eve, I was trapped in a body that wanted to explore more on the social
privileges of being an adult. So being the dare-devil that I am, I set out to explore, from the deepest
trenches of the night life, to the adrenaline junkie of the 20th Century.

I was still so young then, only at the age of 18, but growing up in a large family with 8 younger
siblings, I decided to take the risk and start living my own life. What a poor choice that was.

Since when I was young, I was trained, whether knowingly or not, that you have to fight for what
you want to get. Growing up in the family taught me that life is a battle of the fittest, prey versus
predator. This was a silent and unspoken rule. A rule acknowledged by all, whether in the family or
in school.

Being the eldest means you have to usually give, and let the younger ones take. That statement
itself explains all that is happening in the family. Like how I was only able to study and complete my
primary education, whereas all the others would finish high school.

I could no longer take the chauvinistic set of parents that I had. They were completely biased, and
spent their time either working their butts off or taking care of my younger siblings. What was I
doing? I was doing the same job, almost like a third parent. Despite being young, I also had to work.
On my 15th birthday, I could no longer take it. I ran away from home.

Description of protagonist (male)

His warm eyes enraptured my heart, his warm touch makes my skin burn. His dark hair drenched in rainwater. Suddenly, my mind starts to capture everything in detail. There was small dimple at the corner of his right cheek, a cute small mole on his nose. His eyebrows were thick, and curved with slight hint of confusion. His brown eyes, which has captured my heart from the start, looked deeply into mine as I did into his... Oh the depth of his eyes... I could've practically sunk into them, a bottomless pit of curiosity and warmth. His mouth curved into a small smile, and my heart races into a fast-paced rhythm. The seemingly endless time I spent scrutinizing his facial features was only 10 seconds long, but for me, it seemed eternal...

Rainy day... (Building up to climax)

The rain pattered onto the tin roofs of the houses in the village. Strong gusts of wind blew and howled, like a wolf to a full moon. Sharon was alone. All alone in the enormous castle-like mansion, all because of her curiosity. Her parsimonious desire to explore the mystery behind the castle attracted her there, and there she was, with her teddy bear and her schoolbag alone, in the exorbitant house, with 200 years worth of dust.

All of a sudden, the thunder roared, and all of the inanimate objects, that looked typical of an antique worthy house in the sunshine, started to look ghastly. They shone creepily under the light intervals from the lightning and under the blue light, things looked twice as intimidating as before. Sharon could imagine the terror and frights by the occupants 2 centuries ago while walking down the hallways in the middle of the night, and thunderstorms, especially when tales and folklores of witchcraft and wizardy shrouded the minds of the 18th century dwellers.

Out of the blue, a creaking came from bedroom upstairs. Intrigued, Sharon went up the majestic staircase and found the door ajar. A foul smell emitted from one of the rooms. Curiosity got the better of her. She went inside the room and...............................