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| Riss | Jul 7 2008, 08:47 PM Post #1 |
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Where we gonna go from here?
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Prologue. It was my fourteenth birthday and nothing more could have gone wrong. The police had finally began to believe me about my father. I was more angry than ever before. They were fools, they were stupid and slow, and I hated them. They never believed us before; they never thought that my father, the fat man that made them laugh, was capable of murder. I didn’t know if I should believe that he was charged fairly, with homicide. I didn’t know if he’d done it on purpose or not. I wasn’t there. It was like it always was. I heard a loud crash, and immediately was on my feet, out of my bedroom, and at the foot of the basement stairs, listening to what the argument was about. This time, it wasn’t the same as usual. I didn’t even know what it was they were arguing about, but it wasn’t about my brother. It wasn’t even about my father. But they were fighting. I’d heard glass breaking and shouts, and yelps and loud crashes before. But I’d never once in my life heard death; never heard my brother’s scream… never heard him sound so threatened, afraid, and… dying. I threw myself up the stairs that night. I had been sitting on the bottom step for awhile, as I always did, listening… recording the most intense parts on tape, when I could. The night had been so dramatic that I’d run out of tape. Of course, there was already quite a bit on it, from other nights… But as soon as I heard that piercing scream, I bolted. I didn’t care if I had to face the same fate as what my brother might have. I didn’t even wait for the doorknob to turn; I literally broke the door open. I felt as if look on my face must have been completely cliché, because that man… that terrible man that I was once, maybe ten years ago, proud to call my father, dropped the knife… I looked at the stairs leading back down to my room, and instantly ran up the stairs to the other bedrooms. To the hallway where at one end, my parents bedroom was, and at the other, the two rooms where my two brothers lived most of their lives. “Jacob,” I was panicked, and out of breath. I felt my asthma working up and I was dizzy…. so dizzy. I peered into my older brother’s room, already knowing that he wouldn’t be in there. But he wasn’t what I was looking for. I took his cell phone from his dresser and threw myself across the hall, into my little brother’s room. “What were they fighting about?” Jacob, at his only innocent, to some extent, age of nine years old, asked me. I knew he’d be awake. I knew that if the fights were loud enough for me to hear, they were loud enough for him. “Hello?” I’d dialed 9-1-1, and I didn’t know what to do from this point on. “Yeah... uhm… my dad just… I think he stabbed my brother.” Jacob was in shock. “What?” I put my hand over his mouth as his eyes widened and I gave the operator our address. When I hung up the phone, I pulled my little brother closer to me and cried. I cried while I realized that blood smelled differently in large quantities. It always smelled the same to me before, when I’d cut myself or been cleaning up Jacob after a foolish attempt to be cool. I cried as I realized that there was probably no chance that Richard was going to live. I cried as I thought that my father was an honest man, and he would probably try to get help for my brother and turn himself in, or at least try to get help before he ran. I cried when I realized that he had changed over the past few months, and that my assumption could be wrong. I cried as I remembered all the chances I’d had to turn in my father…. And I cried when I thought of how afraid I was of him… too afraid to save my brother’s life, and too afraid to turn in the man my little brother looked up to. I was still crying a few minutes later when my mother came and knocked on the door. “May…?” My mother’s voice sounded sad, but unsafe. “Jacob?” I held my breath and held my brother close, putting a finger over my lips to show that he didn’t have to say anything to her. He must not have under stood, still, but he was still… he was quiet. “It’s okay if you think you saw something, May, but Richard is fine.” “Is he?” I said, with cold eyes locked onto the door. I sensed a scream ready to escape her lips. “Where is your husband?” I refused to call him my father. “He left…” she said quietly. I heard the floorboards creak. My mother’s weight never caused this to happen. I knew that he was doing something to her. I stood, focusing with all the energy I had on the messy floor in my brother’s room. I was a ballerina, and I skillfully moved on my toes around everything, trying to be silent. I picked up the heaviest thing I knew was in there. At this very moment, I was glad that I was sister to one of the strangest kids on Earth. I picked up a fry-cooker that had somehow managed its way into his room, and was miraculously in the moonlight on the carpet. I held it in my right hand, trying not to let it slip out of my sweaty palms as I unlocked and swung open the door in one smooth motion, glancing up, and thrusting the stainless steel at the wicked man’s head. I was overwhelmed with gratitude that I didn’t hit my mother at all. Sure. He was on the ground, but he was still conscious, and I was now more terrified of him than I ever had been before. But I took one look at the knife that he had just been threatening my mother with, and probably killed my brother with, and thought about hitting him again, but decided not to. I pulled mercilessly on Mommy’s wrist so that we were both in Jacob’s bedroom and made sure to quickly pull the door closed and lock it. It was a poor excuse for a lock and couple be picked without much effort, but it made me feel safe… I knew that there was a way out of the house from the window, but if we left, we’d be out in the open, and he would expect that. Several courses of action crossed my mind before I decided just to relax- of course, it wasn’t until I heard the threatening voice of a police officer pounding on the front door that I did so… Edited by Saratn, Jul 14 2008, 06:42 PM.
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| Riss | Jul 31 2008, 06:24 AM Post #2 |
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Where we gonna go from here?
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This is a VERY rough version of the story. I know that parts of may not make sense, and there are plenty of spelling and grammar errors. Also, I've decided to post in increments of 5,000 words, rather than chapters or sections. And I note: About when Christopher Bills comes into the story, my "F" key decided to be especially stubborn. I may have caught most/ all of the errors with it, but some words may be missing F"s :P Chapter One. It all looked like a play set. Tiny cars, thin roads and streets… and any vacant land was an odd shape of green or brown, in seemingly perfect squares. My eyes began to water as clouds began to form around the plane, it was as irritating as dust, but I was too fascinated with what was happening below to care. But it quickly became the invert of pitch black. How annoying. It was so bright… it hurt my eyes… badly. But once we were over the clouds… Oh my. It was like in a dream. The clouds puffed up below and I thought… This must be what heaven looks like… At least… what it looks like according to artists and Christian extremists…. But then again… How would they know? Have they been to heaven? But I guess it didn’t really make a difference. It was beautiful… I’d been in airplanes before… three other occasions, but the only time I was sitting by a window, we were flying over ocean for four hours.… I smiled at that thought. I was going to be flying over the Atlantic for much longer than that… I looked down at a dark circle of gray. Rain. Oh how I longed to be on the ground beneath. I loved the rain…. But I didn’t need it right now. I might be overwhelmed with happiness. I was already getting the one thing that I really wanted… okay well, one of the two things that I really wanted. And no, being in the rain wasn’t one of them… There were only two things that I wanted every minute of every day. The captain announced the altitude of the plane, and I sighed. I had so much time to be anxious… to wait. I was so nervous that I had almost forgotten my bag at the luggage check. I was just glad to be out of the airport. I hated them… For awhile I had contented myself with day-dreaming, or pretending, even. I wouldn’t have to anymore. I couldn’t wait a minute more. I guess that I had waited for four years…. I would wait a few more hours…. But it didn’t hurt to day dream a bit more. But what if he didn’t have the same ideas that I had? We hadn’t really discussed it for over a year…. In fact… we had both been too busy to really talk more than occasionally at all in the past year…. But I guess I shouldn’t think so negatively. I decided that I would just have to pretend for a bit longer- hopefully not forever… At least he didn’t have a girlfriend. If that were the case, I probably wouldn’t have decided to go…. Maybe. I probably would have… I had the chance, and I knew that I was in love with him. There was not really a chance that I’d turn down a chance to be with him- even if I would only hold him as a best friend. I simply could not be happy with anybody else… Deep down I had always planned on going. “Why is nothing ever easy!?” I wasn’t even aware it was me until the blonde flight attendant standing in the isle shot me a funny look. I must not have shouted loud enough to disturb anybody, because she did not scold me… not even her eyes did. But she gave me a look that I was sure I would get from Mr. Man Of My Dreams several times while staying with him. I smiled and my heart skipped a beat as I imagined having his arms around me. “Excuse me…” The man sitting beside me looked at me. My face got warm; I had forgotten about him. I didn’t even remember him when I had shouted out a moment ago. Perhaps he thought that I was metal. But then again... maybe not… if he did, he probably wouldn’t be talking to me…or at least… attempting to… I decided to pay him no mind, aside from simple giving him a small nod and curling the corner of my mouth up a minuscule amount… After that, I stared back out the window. I suddenly got the chills. Something bad was about to happen. Every time this came about, something bad happened, and sooner or later, I cried over it… a big deal for someone who rarely cries. My stomach lurched. I couldn’t tell if I’d actually, physically, reeled forward, or if deep down, I felt it… I knew that something was going to happen with him- something bad. But then I heard the noise. I heard the screams. I looked over to the man sitting in seat 6C, the man that must have thought I was crazy… and I saw the panic in his eyes; but not a sound escaped his thin lips. And I noticed it all. Just then… How could I be so slow? But I guess that for some time now, I had been far too deep in thought, or too distracted to see even the biggest of events or, in this case, accidents, happening. I looked back out the window and noticed that the plane was aimed for one of the brown squares below. I felt my seat belt digging into my pelvis as it tried to do its job as I turned back to the man. I had to tuck a curtain of hair over my left eye behind my ear to see him… I wasn’t sure why I was looking at him in the first place, but I was. He was pulling his oxygen mask around his face and looking around the plane, as if he were looking for someone. I looked as well. Maybe I could help someone, one last time before I died. I didn’t really believe in God, but doing something good seemed like a good idea… “Who are you looking for?” I asked him, speaking loudly, in order to be heard over the chaos. “My sister, Jenny,” He unbuckled his seat belt and gravity pulled him into the seat in front of him. I wished he’d given me a better description… Why wasn’t he sitting next to her? I groaned… People were stupid. I guess there was probably a good reason as to not sitting with her, but still… he should know where she was sitting, at the very least. “Richard!” The word tore through my skull. Richard. Who? Who would be calling his name? I instinctively looked to see who it was… It was a stewardess… the blonde one that had given me the funny look. She had her arms wrapped around an empty seat at the front of the plane and a look of panic was plastered on her face. “Richard’s dead!” I screamed out and laughed hysterically. Panic and rage was swallowing up all sanity that might have been masking my lunacy. “Richard!” The woman screamed out again, and my sudden insanity quickly dissipated. It never really occurred to me that more than one person on this earth was named Richard… But the moment I realized what I’d done, I turned my head to the woman again. She was crying. She thought that Richard was dead… Who was Richard? “Are you Richard?” I asked, quietly, but the man next to me must have heard me, because he nodded. He seemed to be confused, but I knew that he was Richard. “I’m sorry…” It was stupid to say, but what else was there? I wasn’t about to just shout out, ‘haha, just kidding, wrong Richard.’ I wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it now. We were done for… It wouldn’t matter. They would both be dead any moment now. It didn’t really matter if one of them thought the other was dead… they’d be done thinking as soon as the airplane hit the ground. But what if there was an afterlife? Well I guess they were both dying… so in that case… “Oh God,” I heard him scream out. I looked at him. He was staring at me, with intense blue eyes. My face didn’t react. But my mouth did. I thought I was speaking the words, but I didn’t hear anything. But my question concerning his stare must have been written on my face. “I’ve never been brave enough to say anything when I thought that I liked someone,” he wasn’t talking very stridently, but I found that I could hear him just fine. “And I don’t even know you… But I think you are beautiful…” he laughed nervously. “I’ve never told anybody that… I’ve never even spoken to anyone that I found attractive… And my twentieth birthday is next month!” I wasn’t the only one going crazy… “I was only going to ask you I you were okay, before, but I just figured….. Since this is my last chance… And it’s not just that. I really do think you are just... breath-taking.” I smiled. “Thank you,” I closed my eyes, and braced myself. My head began throbbing with a head ache and I got the chills again as the front tip of the plane smashed into the ground. I couldn’t watch him die. I couldn’t stand it. Not another Richard… Not even another person. I held my breath… The smell of blood had made me nauseous ever since that night. I cried out… from the pain in my hips, or maybe the hysteria was getting a stronger grip on me than it already had. But suddenly, I felt fine. My head ache was gone, all of my muscles felt relaxed. And I thought of him… I was going to die. I was never going to meet him…. Never going to see him, feel his lips on my cheek, on my neck, on my lips, never going to hold his hand, to hold him… Never feel his arms around me. And I started crying. I didn’t cry. No. What would he say? What would he do? Well…. I guess that if he really cared for me the way that I did for him, he would be devastated. What about Mommy and Jacob? What about my friends. Hah. Friends… Wishful thinking that was… I didn’t have any of those. But Jacob… what would happen to him? Mommy couldn’t do it alone… I felt awful for not putting any faith into her but I knew that she needed me…. I wasn’t sure that I should have been leaving her for the two weeks that I was… but now? She couldn’t afford a funeral… But I guess my body wouldn’t really be found… But this could be a good thing. Maybe everybody would feel bad for her and help her out a bit… I sighed dramatically. That wasn’t really likely… We hadn’t had contact with anybody for such a long time… I didn’t know why Mommy felt like running away from anybody and everybody that would help us… Normally, she was more than happy to accept help. But ever since my father…. I opened my eyes. I didn’t want to go there; not to think about it. I was staring at mass destruction- but I wasn’t in pain at all. I was watching people die… but it didn’t faze me. I probably should have cared that they were dying, and that people cared about these people… Well… looking back on it now, I do care, it breaks my heart… but at the time… I was more than preoccupied. I didn’t want to die…. I mean. I had said that I did many times before, but not now. How could I ever have been so selfish? Mommy needed me… and my father… I’d have never seen what a monster he was… never known how terrible he really was. No no no…. If I had tried harder to show people the monster that he was… Richard would still be here- my brother. The only person that I ever felt I could count on, no matter what. I loved him. I missed him. I needed him. I wanted my Richard back. I buried my face in my palms. I knew that I was in a crumbled position… broken and on my last legs… but I felt like crying. And by God, if I felt like crying, I was damn well going to cry. I never did it before, just because, but these were my last moments, and I was going to do whatever I wanted…. It wouldn’t make a difference if I were crying with everybody else in the cabin. Who cares if anybody thinks less of me for crying? I sure as hell didn’t… I stopped caring ages ago…. But still… I didn’t want to look weak… I wanted people to think I was strong. I didn’t need to add that to my reputation… Ugh. I snapped my eyes shut again, trying to just empty my head, to just die. But still… I couldn’t. Not many people needed me, but the few that did need me… they needed me more than almost anything else they had…. I decided to accept that I was over… my life was over…. I needed to just stop. Stop thinking. So I did…. At least until I felt the hand. It frightened me… yet it was so comforting… I opened my eyes again and saw him. I’d never met him before, but he seemed familiar. His black hair cascaded onto his forehead and was stuck with sweat. His hands were colder than ice. “Are you okay?” I watched his dry lips ask. “I suppose,” I assumed that he was an angel. I guess that not believing in Heaven or Hell all my life was a stupid move. But the assumption that because I didn’t believe, I would not get in, appeared to be wrong. “Who are you?” I was unsure enough not to ask if he was an angel… I’d learned that you get laughed at for asking that. “Christopher Bills,” I smiled. A real smile… I hadn’t seen one of those in such a long time. He seemed genuinely happy about something. “It’s nice to finally be able to talk to you Miss Barney.” My heart stopped. How did he know who I was? I guess there was a good explanation… I hoped so at least. But then again… the way he said it had made me feel unsafe and afraid. “Please don’t be afraid of me,” He pulled me out of my seat and began making his way through the destruction. The pains all over my body let to the conclusion that I was still alive. I didn’t know whether to be happy about it or not. I saw Richard- the Richard that had lived all his life with a strong fear or rejection. I closed my eyes again. “This is definitely going to scare you, but please don’t fight me. There’s not a chance that you could get away,” I felt the darkness that I was seeing being my eye lids close in around me… And I got the chills again. I never even thought to try to get away, though. I just took his word… something about the aching all over my body told me to. “I’ve been watching you since you got back from your vacation when you were in seventh grade…” I thought back to my trip to the beach with my family. That was three and a half years ago. “Why…” I attempted to ask, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know, so I cut myself off before the word could sound like a question. But he was ready for it, and answered anyways. “You are my charge,” I opened my eyes. We weren’t far from it, but we were away from the mess. “Are you supposed to stalk your charges?” I didn’t mean to do it, but I was getting angry. This man had picked me up and carried me away from the place I was supposed to die, just to tell me that he had been following me for the past three years. I didn’t like him. “May, please don’t do this,” he set me on the ground and knelt beside me. “I know that when you’re angry, you get violent,” He began putting his left hand on parts of my body that hurt, were broken, cut, or bleeding, and momentarily afterwards… they felt better. I didn’t want to say anything to him… but I wanted to know how he was doing that. After twenty minutes of lying in dissolving pain, I felt wonderful. I didn’t even have a headache. “Let me explain everything to you, quickly,” he pulled my up by my shoulders so that I was sitting in front of him. It didn’t surprise me that I could support my own weight now… I was just curious as to how I could do that. “You are my charge, and I am supposed to take care of you… You are going to change the world, one day.” I let an emotionless expression lock onto his eyes. He just smiled at me. “I bet that behind those pretty green eyes, you are terrified,” He seemed to be as nervous as I was. But I said nothing; so he got right back to it. “My job is to make sure that you can do your duty when the time comes…. I was a charge once upon a time, and my duty was to make sure that you would be able to do yours,” He was simply repeating himself, and I knew right away that he was going to be jumping around with this. I forced myself to concentrate on what he was saying. “Charges aren’t given a choice in this… They have to go through it. It… is sort of like déjà vu- except, it’s not just something your mind is doing. It’s a completely different matter. “You see, every time you fall asleep, you dream, right?” he didn’t even give me a chance to answer. But I wouldn’t have anyways… I wouldn’t have doubted that he already knew that I did. “But now… after you’ve uh… died…” I knew it. I was dead. “Every time you fall asleep, you will… let’s just say you’ll dream.” “I’m dead?” I just wanted to know why I felt so real. “No, but you were,” I raised an eyebrow at him. “There was a moment when your mind went blank, wasn’t there? Right before I found you?” I nodded. “You know very well that you can’t clear your mind that well. You were dead. I have the power to reverse that.” And there it was; all I needed to know to become completely terrified of this man. “And knowing you, you want to run from me now, don’t you? But I you won’t. You’re far too curious.” How much he knew about me was getting annoying. “Your dreams are going to be real, though,” He simply picked up where he left off. “I mean… you are literally are going to be there.” He paused, scratching the back of his head and continued. “I’ll just say it…” But he didn’t. His eyes welled up and I was sure that this was going to be male number four that I see cry. But I guess not… He sucked it up. “You are going to have to relive the hardest times of your life.” I wanted to slap him. This was ridiculous. “The reason, I’ve been told, is because it makes you stronger, so that you can perform your duties when the time comes.” “Christopher,” I smiled sarcastically. “If I had to relive those moments, what makes you think I won’t change them so that I don’t end up in this situation in the first place?” “You wake up here, no matter what. Let’s say you decide not to hit your little brother a few months ago. That could change something that happened between then and now, and when you wake up, you could be missing an arm, or have some mental issues that you don’t have already…. No offense.” I licked my lips and carried on gazing at his perfect face. He sighed. “And if you do anything rash… that would prevent you from coming back… You’d never see me again.” “Why would I care if I never saw you again?” He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t. Honestly, you are creepy, and I don’t want to you, period.” I turned and began to walk away, and all of my pains came back. My head began pounding, I felt all of my cuts and gashes open up and my bones began cracking. “Don’t leave, please,” he looked terribly sad. “I don’t want to hurt you…. I know that you’re a good person.” I didn’t say a word as I prayed for the pain to squander once more. “How did you-” My words got caught in my through. I could hardly breathe. “May, please.” He pulled me up by my wrists and ogled at me. “You can’t leave. Without me, you will feel the pain that you were in the moment you died.” I didn’t know what to say. “You don’t have to…” I gasped for air. “Stop!” The pain was gone. “I have to. It’s my job, and I will do it until I know that I can trust you.” The warmness that was about him a minute ago was gone. “What do you want?” I asked angrily, not moving a muscle; more in fear that he would hurt me again than to come off as a cold and uncaring person (like I so often tried, in order to keep people from caring for me or getting too close). “I want you to go through with the past, like you will,” the way he said it was awkward and seemed a bit confusing, but I knew what he meant. “You have to do everything as you did the first time it happened- no matter how hard it was, how much it hurt, or whatever bad experiences it led to. You must not change a thing.” “What if I don’t remember?” “That happened to me too… You just have to do whatever you can in order to be sure that things will happen the same way that they have,” he frowned and took a firm grip on my shoulders. “Something awful is going to happen, without a doubt, if anything changes.” The good and kindness returned to his face when he released me. “No matter what… you will wake up where you fell asleep… And if you try to kill yourself…” he cringed. “You are just going to wake where you fell asleep… And you will have the pain of your first death all over again… until I can get rid of it.” “I just won’t sleep when I go back, then,” I felt angry and sad at the same time. Foolish, too, for believing him… this all seemed very unlikely. Yet I had faith in his words. “No, don’t. You will eventually fall asleep, and you will have changed things by not sleeping when you did. And even if you pull it off… you will die from exhaustion.” “What’s the point…?” I was going to finish my question, but when I looked up at his soft face, my heart melted and I wanted nothing more than to stare at him. “It makes you stronger. You learn to tolerate anything… That’s the point. Because you’re task could be extremely difficult…. Like for me, I don’t want to hurt you at all, but I have to. It hurts me to hurt you, but it has to be done.” He licked his lips. “I know for a fact that if I hadn’t gone through it all, I wouldn’t be able to.” “How do you hurt me?” I knew now that I had lots of questions, and I was going to get answers. “I focus on the idea of bringing back the pain, and it comes back.” I couldn’t believe this. “Then don’t focus on it!” “No. You have an important job to do, and if I let you go, you won’t accomplish it.” He looked at me with concern. “You look tired.” “I am. I want to sleep, but because of you, I’m afraid to.” He looked concentrated on me, and for a moment I thought that he was going to hurt me. But instead, I began to feel tremendously tired… Sleepy. “Please don’t…” I knew that he was doing this on purpose. “I want you to learn, May. I promise, you will feel rested when you awaken here again…. Remember, don’t change anything. The first one should be easy.” I closed my eyes, and involuntarily drifted to sleep. “May,” Mommy was shaking my arm and my mobile phone was ringing. I opened my eyes and instinctively checked to see who was calling. It was Lola. I assumed that I had been dreaming, but then I felt a small tingle of a familiar pain. “You seem really tired… How much sleep did you get last night?” she frowned. “but I guess you’ve only been asleep for a minute….” She gently slapped my hip twice with her hand and moved about a foot away from the couch that I was lying on. “Your friends are here.” She said as she picked up my bag and pointed to the door. “Have fun, and be back at eleven tomorrow, okay?” I nodded, trying to remember what point in time this was. But apparently, I was spending the night at somebody’s house… So far, this didn’t seem like a hard time at all. “Thanks,” I put the bag over my shoulder and Mommy and I exchanged kisses on the cheeks. I stepped into the icy air and closed the front door behind me. It was winter. I saw a white car sitting in my driveway, and I immediately knew which night it was… It was exactly five months before my fifteenth birthday, and about eighteen months before I met Christopher Bills. “Hey!” Lola and a girl that I had never met before shouted happily at me as I climbed into the vehicle. “Hey,” I put my bag at my feet and didn’t both buckling my seatbelt. I was going to move over in a moment anyways. “We continued along the road and I pointed to a small house on the corner of my block. “Jessica lives here,” We were supposed to be picking up a friend of mine. She didn’t know Lola at all, but she wanted to come and Lola didn’t have a problem with it… I was relieved about that. I didn’t spend much time with Lola, and I felt slightly uncomfortable around her. I noticed Cathy sitting on the other side of Lola’s friend and smiled. This was the last night that I’d seen her… I wanted to hug her, and to cry for her, but I did nothing. I was afraid to do anything that would change the future at all. I opened the door and slid to the right, to allow Jess to get in. She was small, but the four of us in the back seat were squashed uncomfortably against one another. “Ryan doesn’t want me drinking,” Jess whispered to me, mentioning her boyfriend. “But God! I can already smell the alcohol,” she looked over to the floor by Cathy’s feet where several boxes of alcohol sat. It was unbelievable that she could smell that… I surely could not. But I’d never drank before, and she had. A lot. “You don’t have to,” I remembered what I did last time. “I won’t either, if it will help you.” She wasn’t aware that I’d never consumed alcohol at all. “Thanks,” She kissed my cheek and looked down at her phone, returning a few text messages. I looked at Lola, who was talking to her mother. The night started out innocently enough. As we arrived at Lola’s house, I wanted to scream. I didn’t understand why this had to happen to me. We filed into the tiny house and Lola led us straight to her bedroom. Lola’s friend brought several boxes of pizza in and closed dropped them on the bed, hurrying out of the room. “That’s Katie, by the way,” Lola smiled at us, picking herself a piece o pizza. We all nodded nervously. Of course, we were all nervous for different reasons, but none of us were at ease. Katie came back into the room faster than I had remember, with a few bottles of narcotics and a stack of paper cups. She and Lola poured half of each bottle into a cup and handed them to Cathy, Jessica, and myself. “Uhh…” I prepared to refuse the alcohol, but a twinge of hurt forced me to look at Katie instead. “I won’t let you drink much, but I know you want to. She smiled and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to me, and eagerly gulped down the drink. I didn’t have the confidence to say no before, but I did now… But this was before, I had no choice. I began sipping the awful fluid- don’t get me wrong, it tasted wonderful, but I knew it was bad for me. I numbly chatted with the other girls and split two more bottles with Jess until the pizza was gone. I looked at the clock and wondered why we weren’t going downstairs yet… The first time around we had ended up in the basement around this time… I sighed as I remembered. “It’s sort of crowded in here,” Cathy broke the first silence of the night. We all quietly agreed with mumbles. “Let’s go downstairs,” She stood and looked at Lola for approval. The birthday girl nodded and led us downstairs. I really didn’t like this… I wanted so badly to stop all of it. I didn’t want to let what was going to happen… happen. |
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| Riss | Aug 5 2008, 05:35 PM Post #3 |
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Where we gonna go from here?
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