Dream Stalker

[Damaria]

Ok. Two pages at a time. Currently, I have twelve written up. I beat my old record. So here is Dream Stalker, by me, Brittany.

The dream was like no other I had ever had in my life. It was so different from any other. It was almost as if I was physically there. I could smell the mildew-water above me which dripped slowly but steadily downwards from the overhanging stalagmites. I felt the drops seep into my hair and come to a rest on my scalp. I heard the echoes of my footsteps so clearly as I walked through the bleak cave. But I saw everything so easily! There was nothing out of place or odd. There was nothing dreamlike about it. It seemed almost real.
But the funny thing was that in this dream, I tripped and fell down on rocky ground. I heard screeches above me as the sound of my fall grew to great proportions. I looked up into darkness and was greeted by water. I then focused my attention downwards to my ripped jeans. My knee was bruised and bloody. I moved my hand over to cover it up only to realize that there was a gash on my palm. I winced and examined the cuts which were now bleeding freely. It stung to the point of tears. The crimson blood dripped on the floor and I gasped in pain. The screeches above me went into frenzy.
All too suddenly, a hail of black objects pelted down on me. I realized the sounds I had heard were those of bats which were now attacking me. They clawed at my hair and my bare arms mercilessly. I screamed loudly, hoping that the sound might scare them away or that maybe someone could find me. I visualized someone coming forward to help me. It was a dream. I could control it! I told myself frantically. Nothing I did was working. I threw up my arms to cover my face which the little demons had now scratched. There was a thin line of blood coming from my upper lip. My eyes watered. I felt all of the cuts and scratched the bats had left behind. My arms were bleeding and my clothes were ripped and snagged. My scream accelerated to an all time high as their assault became unbearable. There was a shout, and it all stopped.
I fell down on all fours. My hand stung as dirt entered the wound. I shut my eyes tight against the pain. My head was down and I lifted up my palm to blow off the dirt. It was hard to lift my hand because of all the bleeding scratches I had received. I was at the point of tears, but I refused to cry. If it was a dream, why did it hurt so much? The only possibility was that it wasn’t. I then looked upwards to see why the bats were gone. In their place was a man.
I almost collapsed. He was gorgeous beyond words. He had dark black eyes and black hair. It was parted to the side and covered most of his left eye. He wore all black. Black jeans, which were fairly tight, black t-shirt, black nails, and black shoes. Everything on him was black except for a thin line of silver fabric running down the sides of his pants. He was still and his hands were in a white knuckled grip. His eyes were glued on me. He couldn’t tear them away from where my neck met my shoulder. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his.
“You should leave,” he said. “Now!”
There was a tone of urgency in his voice. I wasn’t sure if I should reply or not. I was afraid I would break and wake up. It was still a dream. But I did anyways.
“Why?” I asked him sitting up on my knees.
His next move surprised me. He seemed to refuse to even move a muscle at first, but he quickly glided over to where I was and knelt down nest to me. He made brief eye contact, but I broke it. His gaze was too captivating and I didn’t want to get lost in it. Then he surprised me and put his hands at my shoulders. I gave a startled gasp, and he smiled faintly and tilted his hands downwards. His grip was strong at first, but it loosened so his hands could slide over my arms. He took a long time and I wondered why. His muscles flexed as he got to my elbow and I saw the cuts the bats had given me were now thin scars that I could barely see. His hands left goose-bumps in their wake. When he was done, he looked up into my eyes and I got an urge that only came in dreams to kiss him.
He looked down and grabbed my knee out from under me so suddenly it knocked me off balance. I only stayed upright because I threw my hand out to steady myself. Bad decision because it was the scratched one. I gasped again at the pain. He smiled and I glared at the back of his head for now he had placed his hand on my knee. When he removed it, I saw unblemished skin underneath. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. I fixed it quickly so he couldn’t see, but his eyes glowed telling me he noticed. He placed my knee back under me. I was surprised at his strength. It was like he didn’t even try.
I placed my hands on my lap and he noticed my cut. He lifted my hand up gently and traced a finger over it. The skin healed instantly. There was only a thin white scar left behind. He kissed it and I shivered. He was so close to me. I didn’t even know this guys name, but I was crushing on him! He looked back to me and noticed the blood on my lips. He cupped my chin and used his thumb to wipe it away. My stomach was filled with butterflies as he brought his lips to mine. He could have quite easily broken away, but he didn’t. Instead, I placed my hands on his neck and brought him closer. We were kissing. I had never done that before. My first kiss, but it was a dream. It didn’t stop me from enjoying it. It felt so real! He lowered me to the ground and my dark red hair fanned out below me like a pillow. Our kisses became more heated and he brought his lips down to me neck. He layered my skin with soft kisses until he got to where my shoulder came into place. He paused and broke away. He stood up abruptly and walked away.
I sat back up hurt and pained that it wasn’t real. Nothing that good could be real. I sighed and looked away, tears welling up in my eyes. Nothing that happened to me was good. That was why I dreamed. Because I could control it! Anything I wanted could happen, but the sadness in it was it wasn’t real. I covered my eyes in shame. I didn’t know it was possible to be embarrassed in a dream.
“You need to leave now!” he said sternly and I looked up. He walked closer and helped me to my feet. “And don’t come back ever!”
He still gripped my hand. “Why not?” she said. It was hard revisiting dreams, but I would try.
“It’s dangerous,” he said and looked into my eyes. He seized me in another kiss. This one was filled with longing. My second kiss and I was already a pro. “Just don’t come back!”
With that, he broke away and bowed, kissing my hand. He looked back up to me and I sighed. Dreams were a funny thing. I looked into his eyes one last time before he disappeared with disappointment clearly written on his face. I looked around for him, but he was gone. A tear fell and I woke up to face the cold cruel reality in the detention room. But if it was a dream, then why did I have the scars?
“Oh my God!” my best friend Jazzy cried. “Jake! She’s ok!”

[Darkishwolf ♥]

wheres the rest?

[Damaria]

lol...I'll post the rest later. lol.

[Darkishwolf ♥]

okay ^^

[Ignominia]

Again, it's awesome! wanna read more (and I'll post some stuff of mine... one day XD)

[Damaria]

LOL. I'll post more as soon as I get back from school....

[Darkishwolf ♥]

Oh my goodness in my english class, we just got done reading the whole Illiad, goodness its long too, and now we have to write an epilogue for it... But i got a good idea.. Oh yea x3, very good idea..

[Damaria]

I sat up straighter. My head was pounding. I brought by hand up to my forehead. I was hot. I sighed and lowered my hand down to see a thin scar on the palm. “Oh shit!” I whispered and looked around. “What happened?” I asked louder.
Jazzy looked at me shocked. “You just started bleeding all over. I had Jake run over to Ms. Baum; she was helping Brittany because she got sick and puked. But oh my God!” she lowered her voice. Typical Jazzy. She was a drama queen. “Then you healed! I swear it was the creepiest thing I had ever seen!”
Jake walked through the door having heard Jazzy’s cry. “You ok?” he asked and ran over to me. “Jesus Charlie! What the hell happened? Your jeans just suddenly ripped! And your clothes snagged. You started wincing and flinching all of a sudden. Then you were making all these noises like you were in pain. But then…shit Charlie…then you started bleeding. Your arms were covered in scratches. Then we saw your hand and knees. Charlie. God! Then it stopped like it never happened! You just healed. But the blood! It’s right there!” he said and pointed downwards.
“Jake,” I said coldly.
“Yeah, Charlie?” he asked worriedly.
“Just shut up. I feel like I have a massive hangover and I’ve been sober for two months,” I said and let my head rest in my hands. “And whatever happened…the hell if I know. I was sleeping.”
But I did know. I felt bad for not telling my closest friends in the world the truth, but they would say it was just a dream. Well, Jazzy wouldn’t. She was the type to believe every word that came out of your mouth that involved something paranormal. Jake was more cautious. He was the downer on all of us. He always brought up how our little rants and rituals about anything superstitious had their faults. Sometimes I wondered why we bothered with him. My last comment seemed to change something in their moods back to the buddies I knew.
Jake laughed and smiled. His long curly brown hair fell in his face. “I swear to God, Charlie, if this is a gag, I’m going to break your skateboard on your ass.”
“Jake? How could she be joking? She was bleeding. How do you fake such a thing?” Jazzy asked him and pushed her chair back so she could place her feet on the desk. “Are you joking, Char?”
“No!” I snapped and looked at them out of the corner of my eye. “Why would I be joking? There is no point and no reason as to why I would,” I paused for a moment. “Baum’s coming.”
There was a frenzy to sit down properly. “You owe us an explanation later!” Jazzy said and pointed at me. I lowered my head back down on my desk just as Ms. Baum walked in. She took a quick glance at all of us and scowled. Jake, Jazzy, and I were the only people there. “Ten more minutes!” she called out and leaned backwards in her chair behind the desk. I saw Jake smiled and the chair broke out from under her. He opened his jacket pocket so I could see the screw which held the chair together. I smiled.
“Oh my God!” he cried out and jumped up. “Are you ok?” he rushed forward to help her up. A second later, Ms. Baum was leaning against the chalkboard, and brought a hand to finger her necklace in shock. Jazzy stood up and walked forward, bumping into Jake, removing the screw from his pocket. She bent down and looked under the desk. In a clever move, she pretended to just find it.
“It must have fallen out when you took Brittany to call her parents. Is she ok?” Jazzy asked and handed Ms. Baum the screw.
“She’s fine,” she said, still shaken form her spill. Ms. Baum was a fragile woman who scared easily. She kind of reminded me of Tina Fey in Mean Girls with her looks, not her personality. She had long brown hair and dark eyes. She used to be cool before she became in charge of detention. “Just go now,” she said. “You’ve served enough time for today. Remember if you get another in the next week, you have a Saturday!”
“Bye Ms. Baum!” I said as I walked out the door. I walked over to my locker and waited for the others. They arrived shortly after giggling like lunatics.
“I swear, she had no idea!” Jazzy snickered. I rolled my eyes but smiled.
“That was good,” I admitted and reached into my locker for my journal and notebook. I slammed the locker shut and sighed. I leaned against is and let my back scrape against the cool metal till I was sitting.
“Now seriously, what the hell happened in there?” asked Jazzy, kicking the soles of my shoes. “I mean, is it serious? We tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge.”
“I don’t know. I was just,” I paused and I placed a hand to my lips, remembering his kiss. I didn’t know his name. I sighed. I should have gotten it. “Dreaming,” I finished.
“Of who?” Jazzy asked whistling.
“No one!” I snapped and looked upwards. There were no bats above me. There was no mysterious figure in the shadows. I sighed.
“What is up with all the sighing,” Jake said exasperated. He leaned his head back on the wall.
“I’m just tired! Is it a crime?” I said and stood up. “Hey, I’m going home. Do you guys mind?”
“Yes!” Jazzy said. “Hello! It’s Friday! We’re going to the skating rink. Duh.”
I looked at her coldly. “Jazzy, I need to go home.”
Jazzy smiled. “Oh. Ok. I get it.”
She didn’t, but I played along. “Yesss. Now can I please go?”
Jake looked at me disappointed. “You sure you don’t want to go?”
“I’m positive,” I said and linked arms between the both of them. “My lovely emo buddies can live a skate night without me, can’t they?” I asked them and rested my head on Jake’s shoulder as we walked.
“Yeah,” Jake said. “But don’t make it a habit. We need you to have fun.”
“We’ll do fine without her, Jake!” Jazzy said defiantly. “We don’t need her to have a good clean fun.”
“Since when have you been clean?” I said looking a Jazzy. “Remember last week when you told be about your nastiest--”
“No talking!” she interjected smiling. “Let’s just bask in each others presence like preps without any conversation skills.”
I snickered at the thought of the preps at our school. They were so bloody annoying! We’re better than you because we have more money, better grades, and nicer clothes. Yeah right.
“Well my loves, I bid you adieu. I must leave,” I said and bowed down to them.
“Screw you, too,” Jazzy said and gave me the middle finger. I responded waving to her with the same gesture. I exited out the school doors and ran to my car. I couldn’t put the keys in the car fast enough. Truth be told, I was angered. My friends didn’t care one bit that I had bled. Well, they had. But there was no further inquiry. They probably took it as a joke. I suppose it was for the better that they took it that way. They shrugged it off, but I suppose I did, too. It was one of those things where you were dying to talk about, yet at the same time, you wanted it only to be yours. I wanted both, and frankly, you can’t have both. I sighed and revved up the engine to my car and sped out of the school parking lot. If the cameras were on, they would probably ticket me. It was Friday, what the hell.
I rode the ten minute drive back to my house just listening to my CDs. I was afraid to let my mind wander back to him. I could crash and loose my license. But he was magical and real. Oh my God it was real! I couldn’t even describe how I felt. Perhaps mystified. I was in shock. A dream I had was real! The scar on my palm was proof enough. Or maybe, I was going through some extremely rare disease and my dream just placed them together. I kept my eyes o the road. Then why did I still feel his soft lips on mine. It was my first kiss, and I had had it in a dream. I sighed as I pulled up into my driveway.
I got out, flinging my bag over my shoulder and slamming the car door. I locked it with a satisfying beep. My mom was sitting at our kitchen table watching Lifetime on the television. I rolled my eyes. Women and their Lifetime.
“How was school Charlie?” she asked and looked up at me. I paused and leaned against the wall. She still didn’t know I had a detention that day.
“It was ok,” I said. “Jake, Jazzy, and I went out to eat afterwards. In case you’re wondering, the pie didn’t agree with my stomach so I’m not at the skating rink with them.”
“Charlie!” my mom said. “I’m making dinner! Why’d you have to spoil your appetite?”
“I wasn’t hungry anyway,” I said and paused. Tomorrow was the thirteenth. “I’m spending the night at Jazzy’s tomorrow.”
“Fine. But you never ask. You just assume.”
“Well, I have a car now. I can drive instead of bugging you about it.”
“A car which I had to save up your whole life for!” she said. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about college.”
“It’ll work out,” I said. “When dad gets home, tell him I said hi and not to bother me. I’m gonna nap.”
“Fine.”
I walked down the hallway and to my room. I closed the door behind me and sighed. I dropped my backpack and flew myself onto the bed. While curling up against my pillows so I would be comfortable, my cell-phone rang. I groaned and answered.
“Charlie speaking,” I said into the receiver.
“Hey, it’s Jazzy!” in the background I heard, “And Jake!”
“Hey. What’s up? I only left like ten minutes ago so what’s new?”
“Well, we’re at the skate-rink,” Jazzy paused.
“Already?” I exclaimed.
“Jake sped,” she said and I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was smiling.
“Ok, and?”
“We really really really want you hear Charlie. Please!!” she said in her puppy dog voice.
“Please!” I heard Jake say. They were doing their anti-emo act which was a disappointment. They were shunning their true nature.
“Guys,” I began. “I really tired. I had a hard day and I forgot to take my medication for those cuts that I got.”
“Wait, its diagnosed?” Jazzy said and I heard her tell Jake. “She said it’s diagnosed!”
“Yeah. I’ve told you when we were drunk once. It’s a secret, but I have a rare disease of dyslexia negative one,” I lied.
“Say what?” Jake said. I could now tell I was on speaker because I could hear the sounds of laughter and muffled conversation in the background. A part of me wanted to be with them. The other part wanted me to be dreaming and with him.
“Yeah. I put cover upon my scratches and take medication. Without it, I bleed.”
I was such a good liar.
“Charlie,” Jazzy’s voice softened. “Why didn’t you tell us this when we were sober?”
“Because I would get in major trouble if I were caught.”
“Since when has that stopped you?” Jake scoffed.
“Well, Jakee,” I used his pet name which we all new angered him, “This is actually serious.”
“And so is getting high in the boys locker room!” he said and I smiled. They could always get me to smile at anything.
“But that was fun!” I protested.
“And dangerous,” he added.
I sighed. “Guys, I really need to sleep,” I said and yawned so they could actually catch my drift.
Jazzy sighed. “I guess we’ll get kicked out for cussing without you. You always told us when the workers were coming. I just wish you were here to help us, Charlie!” she said and pretended to cry as if they were at my funeral. I gave a soft laugh.
“I’ll call you at like three AM ok?” I said.
“I’ll be waiting,” Jazzy said. We both new that none of us would call. I knew I would be asleep. Jazzy would be on the internet. It was a given. Jake…well he never told us what he did in the middle of the night. “Remember tomorrow’s the thirteenth!” Jazzy said.
“Ok. I’m spending the night at your house.”
“Ok. Bye,” Jazzy said.
“Talk to you later, pookie!” Jake said getting his revenge on me.
“Bye,” I replied and hung up my phone. I swore under my breath. They also always made me regret leaving them and miss Aaron at the same time. But they would have fun. They always did. They picked on preppy people and cussed out anal workers. They wouldn’t miss me. With that thought I fell back into my pillows and closed my eyes.
He told me not to come back. What would he do if I did? Would he hurt me or kiss me? Would I even get back there, or was it only be a figment of my imagination. Hell! Maybe I’m just crazy and off my rocker. I still couldn’t shrug off the felling of his closeness or the look in his eyes when he healed me, or his lips. God! He kissed me. I brought my right hand to my lips and traced a finger over them. I opened my eyes a crack and examined the scar resting in the center of it. It sent shivers up and down my spine. I traced a finger from my left hand over it. Goosebumps began to form on my arms. I smiled and sunk further into my pillows, if that was possible. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t going to get to sleep. My mind was awake, but I didn’t want to be.
To resolve my problem, I let my mind aimlessly wander to Jazzy. We had been close friends since the fourth grade. I had moved and started late in the school. I had strawberry-blonde hair then. A few years later, we had died or hair. Jazzy went black; I went dark auburn/red hair. Jazzy then cut hers short and began to wear tight pants and tight shirts. She always had some funky color bow that matched her shirt in her hair. I followed and wore tight pants and arm warmers. We were gothic sisters, as we so cleverly called ourselves, but we weren’t goth. We were punk until a new trend came in: emo. It was like punk magically became emo. It was sad, but the name suited us better. Then Jake came to us in freshman year. We blended together instantly. He was new and emo; we were emo outcasts. Perfect combination, except her refused to wear the tightest pants he found. He preferred baggier ones. His hair was originally curly and brown. He dyed it black and put lots of gel in it to smooth it down. It worked sometimes. He had just grown it out to be shaggier and longer. Nevertheless, we all became tight-knit. There was no separating us, unless Jake got a girlfriend.
He was a flirt. Girls liked him, but they weren’t too fond of us. We weren’t too fond of them either. They were too preppy, so we ignored them and moved away whenever they sat with us. It was our way of getting back at Jake. His relationships never lasted long. The girl always thought that she was better than us and deserved special treatment. Well, they were wrong. Jake prized us above all. We were his buddies; his first and best! They thought that since they made out in the hallways with him was that they were better than us instantly. They were wrong and Jake always came back to us.
In the end of sophomore year, we got a new recruit: Aaron. He was a small kid, always beat up and looked down on. He fell into darkness and transferred to different schools in fear that someone would get him. Aaron got around. He heard things he wasn’t supposed to have heard. He had to keep leaving because the threats grew too great. When he came to Wail High, we took him in as our own. He liked us and actually had a family. Aaron never saw his dad because he worked three jobs to support Aaron and his brother. His mom had dies in a car accident when Aaron was a freshman. We pitied Aaron at first, but he proved himself worthy after awhile. We actually liked the little squirt. He was a new part to out family. We got to see a side of him no one else knew. We saw the funny, outrageous guy he really was. Yet he had developed a nasty habit of looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was trailing him. Though he was smaller than most people our age, he sure packed a punch. We found that out when Jake wouldn’t stop teasing his about his size. He had a black eye for the next week. There were no hard feelings, only laughter.

[Damaria]

But Aaron didn’t last long. Because he had heard about something at his old school, he was in serious trouble. He had found out that the guys were trying to kill a teacher, and there were no jokes. They had planned it all out in the bathroom one day, when Aaron had some bad stomach problems. He was paralyzed with fear. He couldn’t leave his stall. When the bell rang, the guys left. Aaron left, too, but the guys were still talking outside the doors. Aaron was caught, but he didn’t stay long afterwards. He transferred to Wail the next day. We had him for one sophomore semester, the summer, and until May of junior year before the before the guys found him. They shot him while he was walking home one day after school. It only took one bullet to he heart to do it. A woman found him bleeding on the sidewalk, but it was too late. He had died. The people who killed him were never found. Only entries in his journal told us why he had died. He was too frightened to put names.
At his funeral, they read an excerpt from his journal. I said how much he loved his new school and how it was like he had known us all his life. He was hoping things would finally get better, and they had! Aaron had friends and a life with no fear. Everyone was crying. Aaron was a great guy who had done nothing wrong. And we had lost him.
I think Jake hurt the most. Aaron was like a brother to him. He even went up in front of out whole school while we had an assembly and told us why Aaron didn’t deserve to die and why we shouldn‘t have guns. He almost started crying again, but he didn’t. His speech was the most moving of them all, especially to Jazzy and I. We were forced to face the facts instead of hoping that he would come back to us. Aaron was gone and we couldn’t change that. All we could do was hope that he was in a better place. God did we miss him.
Though Jake was in the most pain emotionally, I think Jazzy cried the hardest of us all, because she was the one who had introduced us to him. She had always told us to be nicer, and we were. An entry on her was read at Aaron’s funeral, too. It said how great of a person she was and how she probably wouldn’t know how great it felt to be included in something like this. We all did. Aaron had just recently turned seventeen when he was killed. He wouldn’t get to graduate with Jazzy, Jake, and I this year as we had all planned. But after we all had accepted our diplomas, we would go up to the together and say “This is for Aaron. He may not be with us right now, but he is watching us from wherever he is.” Class of 2007 would be graduating that year in his name.
Aaron had had a special connection with us all. I had always been able to confide in him my secrets. He was anxious about keeping them at first, but finally agreed when I came to him in tears. He listened and when I was finished he helped. I’m sure he would have believed me if I told him about my dream. I’m sure he would think the hardest on it afterwards. I’m also sure that he would be able to help me, too. The sad thing was he never would be able to.
I sighed, finally resolving that thinking of the past would result in nothing. I wanted to get to sleep as fast as I could. I needed to dream! Thinking of Aaron made it harder to concentrate of deep even breaths and slowly drifting off to dreamland. I told myself that crying about him would get me to sleep. It was just an excuse to cry for him. And I did. I buried my head into my pillow and I let my eyes dry themselves out.
“Aaron,” I choked in barely a whisper, “Why’d you have to go?”
I knew there would be no response but my own sighs. That boy just didn’t let us forget about him. We hold monthly candle burnings on the 13th of every month. It was the day he had died. We were currently holding our fourth candle burning at his favorite place in the world; his tree house in an old abandoned lot that had been forsaken by its previous owners. Aaron had been going there since he had been in third grade. We decided to keep his tradition alive by going there, too.
I sighed and placed a hand to my heart. Our gang really hadn’t been the same since Aaron. We used to be a lot more kick-ass emo people. Now we realized that we’re not going anywhere with emo, so we lightened our anger locked up inside, yet kept the clothes style. It’s sad that a tragedy had to bring out the best in us. We still kicked-ass, but not as hard as we used to, and people noticed that in us. We actually had acquaintances now. Jake had more friends than us, but we were his best.
That brought a smile to my lips. Jazzy and Jake were the best friends I had ever had. For awhile they were my only friends. I had a few other people who considered me as their friend, but I never actually returned the favor. I had more than enough in Jazzy and Jake. We were the perfect balance together. Jake was coffee, Jazzy was whipped cream, and I was creamer. We were Starbucks! The only thing that differed between us and the coffee shop was that people liked Starbucks better.
The thought of coffee threatened to wake me up so I could actually go and get some. Then I would be betraying my friends. I was going to get to sleep. No questions asked. I sighed and rolled over, swinging my legs off of my bed. I opened my door and proceeded down the hall way towards the kitchen. My mom was at the stove making spaghetti. The table was set for three, although we would be eating much later.
“Dad home yet?” I asked and looked at the clock. It was already five. I have been in my room for forty five minutes just thinking.
“No. But we’ll be eating soon,” she said.
“Mom. It’s five.”
“We’ll eat at six,” she said.
“I’m not hungry,” I replied. She looked at me sadly, but looked away to stir the pasta.
“Am I not a good mother?” she asked. “I mean, look at how you dress and present yourself to the world. You won’t even eat with your family. Are you just going to move out when you turn eighteen? Are you just going to leave us?”
I groaned. Parents always had to bring up this issue, “How did not being hungry turn into horrible parenting. I’m just not hungry.”
My mom kept looking down at the sauce she was now stirring. “You’ve been different, Charlie. You changed from a good student to detention hall every other week,” she said. “Is this the track you’re going down? Are you going to be that way forever? You present yourself as ungrateful and cold by the way you dress. I thought Aaron would have taught you something.”
My jaw dropped. “You know nothing of what Aaron has done for me. How dare you even bring him up? You barely even knew him! You have no clue. And you bring him up like the weather! Mom,” I paused. Revenge. “How could you? You know how I feel regarding him. But you want to make me miserable. Good job, Mom!” I snapped and turned around just as my dad walked in the house.
I heard my mom tell him why I was so pissed off, but I didn’t listen. I grabbed my car keys, back pack, and cell phone. I was out the door and in the car before they could even say stop. I revved up the engine and sped down our driveway and to the skating rink. I was in the parking lot when I realized, I didn’t want to be there either. I sighed and pulled into the drive-thru of a nearby McDonalds. I ordered myself three simple cheeseburgers and a large sprite. After that, I drove around aimlessly and was surprised when I pulled up into the forsaken lot where Aaron’s tree house stood. I briskly walked past the no trespassing sign and into the tree filled wasteland.
The lot ended right where the woods began. We always went in the woods in the middle of the night when Aaron was around. I don’t think we had been in there since he was shot. I remember having the shit scared out of me on my birthday when the gang led me into the woods. Aaron and Jake went astray to get my birthday present. I walked along with Jazzy. She led me somewhere really dark and cold. I smiled and went along with it when Aaron and Jake popped out of know where screaming. I screamed, too. Jazzy just laughed. Behind the boys’ backs was my birthday cake. It was Aaron’s idea to surprise me. I missed him.
I climbed up the ladder to the tree house. We had blankets and pillows and water bottles stored up there. There was trash and weird stains on the floor. In the center were four candles. There were three white ones in the shape of a triangle and one really large red one in the center. That one was Aaron’s. We always lit his last. I fell down onto the bean bag in the corner thankful that it would catch me. Jake had always claimed that spot as his. Even if I sat in it first, he somehow ended up sitting in it in the end.
My phone rang again and I sighed, checking my caller ID. It was my mom and dad. I ignored it and leaned back closing my eyes. The wind outside the tree house blew ferociously. I pulled a blanket over me for warmth. Soon, I heard the rain start pouring down. I shivered. I was alone and cold in the rain. It was a typical movie moment, but it was real and happening to me, I sighed and turned around to face the wall beside me. The rain began to drip down through the holes in the roof. I moved one of the pails with my foot so it wouldn’t rot the wood below. I curled myself up in a tight ball and listened to the pat pat of the water. Tears stung at my eyes but I shrugged them off. I didn’t want to cry on the twelfth. I closed my eyes, thinking of nothing but the down pour.
I slept like a baby. I was warm, full, and tired. I had no dreams about him that I remember, but I did dream about Jake and Aaron. I saw Aaron prod Jake to call Jazzy so they would go looking for me. I even saw Aaron shake me awake afterwards to signal they were coming for me soon. I saw the evening stars outside the tree house, but I was too tired to gaze longer.
I awoke a short while after to Jazzy’s persistent prodding. I sighed and turned over. Somehow, I had gotten from the bean bag to the lawn chair. Jake had claimed his rightful seat. I smiled and stretched.
“Hey kiddies!” I said sitting up. “What time is it?” I yawned.
“It’s six fourteen. Have you been here all night?” Jake asked me. I nodded my head in response.
“It was the best night’s sleep I had ever gotten,” I said and took a sip of my flat sprite.
“It’s the thirteenth,” Jazzy reminded us. I smiled to her.
“Do you think I’d forget?” I said. “That’s why I came here. Mom brought up Aaron again and my clothes. It’s the typical parenting shit that we all go through.”
“They know that they can’t change us. We’re going to have to change from,” she paused and got an airy voice, “within.” she finished. I smiled and hid my cheeseburgers. Jazzy was a vegetarian.
Jake sighed. “You actually slept through this storm?”
“Don’t be all flabbergasted. It was just a bit of rain,” I said.
Jake looked at me shocked. “There was thunder and lightning all over the place!” he said. “And you didn’t notice the cold either? It was below freezing!”
My eyebrows shot up. “I thought it was actually quite warm,” I said and they looked at me funny. “I’m serious!” I protested. “I slept soundly.”
Jazzy fell down in the right hand corner where she had set up pillows and blankets. It was her own nook. “We need to redecorate,” she said absently.
Jake looked at her shocked. I knew what was going through his head. This was how Aaron loved it; why can’t we love it, too? I felt that thought just pulsing off him. Every pore on his face seemed to cry “Hell no!” But we needed a change.
“We can make an Aaron shrine in his corner,” I offered and waved my hand to the top left part of the cubicle. “I mean change can also be a good thing.”
“I like the idea of a shrine for him,” Jazzy said. We could tell Jake was struggling to keep his emotions under control.
“Guys,” he said as I yawned. He shot a nasty look at me.
“Sorry, I’m tired!”
“Well it’s not my fault that you ran off!” he snapped and I glared at him.
“You would have to under the circumstances. Sure. My family over reacted a little. I did too. I needed to be alone and this is where I find refuge.”
Jazzy nodded. “Jake, we all miss him. But we gotta move on. I’ll even get you a new chair,” she chimed.
“Nope,” Jake said, shaking his head so his hair flew around his face. “We’ll all decorate our own corner and chip in on Aaron’s. We should also put a table between Aaron’s stuff and mine. Poker,” he smiled.
“Oh,” I said. “I like.”
“I do, too. We’ll work on it over Thanksgiving break. We get a week off this year,” he said.
“We do?” Jazzy said bolting upright.
“Duh,” I replied simply. Jazzy smiled and stretched back in her chair. I ran a hair through my messed up hair and sighed. “Yeah. Can I go back to sleep?” I pleaded. I was extremely tired and upset that I didn’t dream about him. Maybe it was all a figment of my imagination. Maybe it wasn’t. I wasn’t sure anymore. How could I be? I was so indecisive right then! I couldn’t make up my mind. Was this dream guy real or am I just some crazy girl who hallucinates. Then I had the scars! What is the deal with the scars! Jazzy claimed they suddenly appeared. Maybe I’m sick. All of these maybes! Why can’t I just decide? I know why. Because I refuse to accept the truth. That’s it. I don’t want to have to face the facts and admit that I’m seeing things. I want it to be real. But it’s not. It can’t be.
And so I told myself repeatedly. There was no end to my mental assault. There was no way of figuring out what was wrong with me.
I looked to Jake. He gave a small smile and looked away. I grinned, too and drew the blankets closer. I was freezing my ass off. I wondered how my friends were doing. It was cold and I had all the blankets. “We need more blankets!” I concurred. Jazzy looked at me aghast.
“But you have them all!” she said and chucked a pillow at me. I tried to avoid it, but in such a small space, there was no hiding. It hit me square in the face. I glared at her, and she took all of my blankets.
“Hey!” Jake protested and threw his hand up, waiting for a blanket to be thrown to him. He was shocked when he didn’t get one. He thrust out his lower lip in a pout.
“It’s ok, Jake,” I said moving towards his beanbag. I rested my head on his shoulder. “We’ll stay warm together and shun Jazzy.”
It was her turn to pout. She sighed and covered her head with the blankets. “Be that way!” she exclaimed. Her voice was muffled by the fabric.
“We will!” Jake snapped and lifted his hand. He moved it suddenly and I didn’t know what he was going to do with it. He placed it back down on his lap. I smiled and he looked at me. “It’s cold,” I said. He placed his hand on mine to warm them. I closed by eyes and began to drift into sleep. I didn’t get far. Jazzy threw another pillow at me.
“Seriously!” I snapped. “Can I please sleep?” I said moving back to my corner. The closeness between Jake and I was severed. Jazzy moved in and shared her blankets with him. What a slap.
“If you sleep, then I’ll make you suffer,” Jazzy said. My eyes were closed again. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep in the heat. The rain started up again louder. I shivered and retreated further back into the corner. The floor was cold. Jazzy relieved me and tossed a blanket in my direction. I wrapped it around myself and mumbled my thanks. I was tired. I needed sleep. I needed to know if he was real.
There are too many ifs in my life. Too many choices. Too many fears. Too many sorrows. And too many changes. I’m one confused person, but everyone is at this age. I suppose. I’d hope! And there is the confusion again. Why Can’t anything be simple. Why can’t I just dream about him? Why can’t I get the feel of his lips off my own.

[Damaria]

12 pages on microsoft word right there!

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More? :3

[Damaria]

Dudette! I'm still writing chapter two!

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oh my.... pssshhht well hurry >:3

please? x3

[Damaria]

i havent worked on it in a while, so I"m only on page fourteen overall.

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-nods-
okay well i'm here paitently, good books take time..