Please don’t leave me

8:00

The sun rise was delayed today. It felt like it was hesitant. I’m not sure why, but the cloudy sky isn’t helping anything. I think it’s going to be interesting from today forward.

10:38

Five students from my class were sick. Why five? It is wrong to question an insignificant number like five, but I took notice of it and I felt like I should mention it. I need to get out more. When a person starts thinking too much about a simple number like five then it’s about time they spent more time outside or with friends… This is depressing I really haven’t been talking to people. Maybe I’m going stir crazy  No that’s when a person doesn’t leave the house and I’ve been out of the house for a few time, but it’s mainly school and I just end up sitting alone writing in a notepad. Time to start socialising again. The sun looks bleak today… But what does five have to do with it?

13:47

Out of school and out of luck… I have been over thinking that stupid number again. Why? I need answers and I need a something to let out my frustration on. But I don’t think I’d be going out today, it feels strange outside. Just when I told myself to go out more… How typical…

17:14

It’s too dark… it’s spring the sun should be still high up in the sky, but it feels more like winter. The sun is barely visible in the horizon. I’m having this weird feeling. I don’t know… I need to get out… But it feels unsafe, I have a pocket knife and I won’t be outside for long, or go to uncrowded areas. I have watched too many horror movies…

20:05

The sun set was very strange… I feel like I should be worried. Well, more like, I should be a lot more coutios. I didn’t see a single person outside when I went out. Even the store was closed, I ended up going the schools field and watching the sunset. It was strange, but I felt this… Relief? I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I remember letting a sigh of relief as the sun disappeared.

I doubt I will ever see it again… But why is the number five bother me so much?

Oh no!

86

It’s morning… I wonder if I slept last night… Strange I don’t feel any different. I’m fine… The sun is shining, it’s very bright outside, its early morning and it’s bright… The bed doesn’t feel empty. They said it would, but it doesn’t. I feel fine… 

My alarm is ringing… Did I wake up before it? I didn’t notice. These sheets, red just like she was… I should change them. I wonder if it will be alright to wear a t-shirt, I think it’s going to be warm today, it looks like that. 

My reflection… it doesn’t look different. My hair is still brown and barely a few inches. My eyes don’t look red or sunken in, they look normal, refreshed even. I must have slept well… 

Birds…This early? I guess that’s to be expected. It’s warm and bright so birds will be chirping. That’s normal… Nothing changed… maybe I’ll go outside today? It looks like a nice day.

What should I have for breakfast? Am I even hungry? A bit… so maybe toast? I think I have some jam. I should check. It’s so quiet… I better open a window and let in some fresh air. It really does look nice outside. 

Who bought chocolate? Was it mom, she did come for the funeral, or was it… I think I’ll throw them out, but that is a waste of money… I should make toast. But first I need to see if I have any jam left. There is still some left, that’s good, it’ll be enough. Where is the toaster? Did someone put it on the shelves or not? Oh it was in the cupboard. Should I have tea or coffee? I think I’ll have tea, it’s healthier. 

I still flinch every time the toaster goes off. That hasn’t changed… I’ll watch TV while eating, it’s too quiet. The news, they are the same, different topic, but still the same. That doesn’t make sense… A store was robbed yesterday, I didn’t notice, it was in our neighbourhood. The sheriff is searching for a murderer… still searching…

I think I’m done eating… I’ll go for a walk. It looked like a nice day. A brand new day, where nothing has changed, not even me. She was murdered and I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground yesterday, but the world still moves. It moves on… Nothing changes… What a nice, bright and warm day…

End

This was a challenge and it felt depressing.

Have a nice, bright and warm day.

3S

84

“Bye mom, good luck”

“Bye Wendy”

Close the door… Lock it… Wait ten minute after moms car disappears from the driveway… And Freedom!

“Yes! Free day from school! The house belongs to me!” Best day ever is going to begin now!

“Oh yes! I am going to have the best time ever!” Maybe I should invite a friend over?

“Maybe not, too much cleaning”

Time to make breakfast. How about… toast?

“I’m not going to eat toast on my free day” But everything else takes time to prepare…

“Ugh… Need junk food!” Those are calories you’re thinking about!

“Lookie here pancakes. Mom must have made them before going to work” I live to see lunch!

“I should be concerned. I talk to myself way too much” But I’m good at holding a conversation.

“Well you do have to talk to an intelligent person from time to time” Yes pet your overgrown ego, that’s how you make friends.

“No! I’m not going to get mopy today! I’m going to eat my pancakes, then I’m going to call Chris and we are going to go to the mall” And mom didn’t leave any money for me… and I’m broke…

“Then we’ll go to the lake” Time to get out the stalker shoes.

“I wonder if we can meet up with anyone else” Thought I’m going to hate it. These are damn good pancakes.

“Who else do I know from school?” Depends on what ‘know’ means.

“Maybe Chris can convince Rebeca to tag along” But I do terrible with three people, I should get a fourth too.

“Alex?” Doesn’t she hate me?

“Oh right the whipped cream incident” That was awesome no matter what anyone says.

“Melissa is a good choice” And she always brings those cupcakes that taste like heaven.

“Yeah that’s good” Pancakes are done, time to call Chris.

“Where’s my phone?” How can I lose my phone in my own home?

“What the hell? I left it on my nightstand” Or so I think…

“This is bull, my phone can’t just disappear” Maybe the one looking for it is an idiot.

“Okay enough beating yourself up” Keep telling that to yourself.

“Serious here” Like I could ever be.

“Phone!” You don’t say.

“Pick up we gotta goooo” I sound like a child.

“Yo Chris you free for today?” Was she still sleeping?

“What? You made plans when?” Probably not last minute.

“I see… Do you know if Rebeca is free today?” This is why last minute plans never work.

“Oh… she’s going with you, Alex and Melissa…” Ain’t I an unlucky bitch…?

“No it’s fine. I was just wondering what you were up to…” Wow I’m depressing.

“Yeah… Have fun” Well that went well.

“This is not going so well” At least she picked up?

“I’m not going to get depressed over one phone call. I’ll go outside and take a walk around the park and maybe go to the store too” Way to cling on to life.

“I should really stop talking to myself…” I should…

______

“Detective, we found this suicide note” A man dressed in a suit took the small note and read the text.

“There someone in my head, but it isn’t me” The detective looked over the note again. “Put it with the rest”

The other nodded and walked off, leaving the detective to his thoughts.

“What a strange case…” It really is.

End

I really hope it wasn’t as bad as I think it was…

Have a nice day. It is going to be great.

Pool of water

83

“What should I do?” 

“For one, don’t ask me, go talk to your grandfather” 

“But granddad is kind of… off” 

“Well your problem sounds crazy, so why not fight fire with fire?”

“Gee thanks Luna… You are such a friend”

“Anytime Denise” 

I waved to Luna and left her back yard, heading towards the forest. Out of all the creepy places to live dad had to buy the house in the middle of a forest and make it like some old creepy mansion or castle from a horror movie. That’s what I get for being born an Adams…

Spiky fence adding to the creep factor. No wonder none of my friends want to hang out to me. My house must give them nightmares, so how would they react if they saw my family… Second thought I don’t wanna know.

“Mom where’s granddad?” My mother turns around from what I’m guessing will be dinner.

“He must be in the study” She waves the knife at me and I take my leave.

Some of the stairs creak as I walk on them, I should tell dad about this, I doubt he wants anyone to get hurt. Well it’s more like he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt by something he didn’t do… He’s a sadist… It’s a problem…

“Granddad you here?” 

“Denise? Yeah I’m in the 90’s section” 

“And that is where again?” Just because he says 90’s, doesn’t mean it’s next to the 80’s. My mom has a weird sense of style…

“Next to cooking, before Romance novels” 

Next to cooking… before Romance… Oh I know where that is. It’s after Woodwork.

“Hey granddad I wanted to ask you for some help”

“Shoot kiddo”

“It’s kind of weird, but okay. So this girl at my school has been going about telling everyone I’m some Satanist and well this is just me, but I’ve seen her locker on more than one occasion she hides it poorly from a trained eye. I think she has it in her head that she is talking with a demon or something”

“Demon? Why so?”

“You know the classic pentagram. I saw her picking up stray cats…”

“Cats… You think she might be witching up a spell and trying to get everyones attention on you?”

“That’s exactly what I think. It’s like I said, crazy, but she might be heading off into the deep end and she could go lunie while at school”

“There have been a few students who went psycho and shot a few students in their schools right?”

“That’s old news. It’s more cops shooting random kids in the street”

“I see, sounds like fun. Maybe I should get my old rifle out?” The old man got this cheeky smirk on his face.

“Granddad that’s illegal. We don’t need an old man in his sixties going around pulling heads”

“Oh come on. If a few heads roll it’s not going to hurt” I crossed my arms and looked at him, his smirk holding.

“The death of one is a tragedy; the death of millions is a statistic. Isn’t that what you always say?”

“And you remember” He put his hand to his chest. “There is still hope for the young”

“Okay, okay help me with the wannabe witch”

“Figure it out kiddo”

“Oh come on, she might come after me. Who know, maybe all this attention she is shoving on me is a set up for a sacrifice?” 

“You’ll be fine. You come from a strong line of lunatics”

“Thanks for the words of wisdom” I bowed my head in defeat.

“Sure thing kiddo. By the way, how is the wolf?”

“Luna is fine; she found a new cave to live in”

“Good to hear. Tell her to come and visit again”

“Will do”

Maybe I should get a nightmare or two to haunt the wannabe witch? Or maybe a stalker? Psychopaths are always an option. I’ll think about it over dinner, we’re having fresh meat today after all. 

End

Hope you enjoyed it.

Have a psycho day.

Kick in the teeth

80

There were three of us. Me, your usual door-to-door salesman, once divorced, age 32. The woman dressed in punk clothes, from what I managed to understand she is in her late twenties, she hasn’t given her name or any other information about herself, so I can only guess that she has a boyfriend or a something along those lines, she checks her phone every few minutes, she is most likely unemployed, but that’s just me trying to play detective, and lastly she is the most untrustworthy. Well no, maybe amongst the two I could trust her more than the guy who has been talking to me. Mr Good Samaritan who has been looking for a way out, even though we are in a small room with no doors and windows and have already looked through all of the cracks. His name is Luke, age 30 works as a store clerk, in other words your everyday average Joe with way too good of a heart. 

I might have started from the wrong end here, but I found this notebook in my briefcase and after eight hours of nothing I decided to write down what’s happening. So like I mentioned there are three of us, we are trapped in some kind of room that looks like a hidden basement, I say that because a good ten feet up is on the ceiling ( this room isn’t wide, but it’s deep ) we can see a faint outline of what looks like a trapdoor. As for the rest of the room, it’s void of anything else, but stone walls and the tree of us. 

Yes, the time, we have been here for eight hours. That is what the punk girl says, because she is the only one that has a phone, that is about to die. So for the next few minutes we will have some knowledge of the passing time, but that’s about it. Thing is I don’t remember how I got here, none of us do. The last thing I remember is going home on Monday after heading my rounds. Luke says he remembers Monday morning, very early Monday morning, because he had to get to work earlier, so he says it was about six in the morning. And lastly the punk woman remembers Sunday night, around midnight, that’s all she told us. But we don’t know what day today is, because the calendar on the phone was messed with and now it shows 1976 June 8th. We are all from 2015 March 15-16th, so unless time travel is real, we aren’t allowed to know what day it is.

More about us. Right I’m named Adam and as I said the punk had a phone on her, where’s I had my briefcase with this notebook and a pen. Luke didn’t have a thing on him, or he just didn’t share with the rest of the class. Have no idea what to do or why we are all here. There is little to no connection between us. Sure our age is similar, but aside from that our personalities are completely different, not to mention our appearance. I have brown hair, Luke has blonde and the punk has black, not to mention she is a woman. I get that me and Luke have more in common than either of us with the punk, so I don’t know.

I have to guess that an hour passed, maybe more, the punks phone died a while ago. We stopped making small talk and are now in three different corners of the room. On my left is Luke and on my right is the punk woman. The silence is deafening. Luke suggested we get some sleep. The punk isn’t happy about it, she thinks one of us or even both might try and kill her or worse. I suggest letting one person sleep while the other two stand guard, she still doesn’t want to comply. We agree to wait it out for a bit longer. I wonder how much is ‘longer’. 

Time is a mystery here, there isn’t even a sound to guess what time it is. I agreed to be the first person to sleep, I really wanted to sleep and I didn’t care if I died in the process, it would be a blessing if anything. It is really terrifying to be in a quiet room for a long period of time. Not because of the other people, no because you start hearing things. I heard children laughing, I was the only one. The punk heard shuffling, like something is crawling through the walls, she refuses to be near a wall, she sits in the centre of the room. Good news is she talks to me, but when Luke tries to join in she shies away. Luke hasn’t heard anything; he doesn’t seem disturbed by this place at all. That is disturbing.

I swear to God, I am hearing kids. If I turn away from the room for too long or try to go to sleep, it’s like a playground is right next to my ear. I have no idea what the actual fuck. The punk has decided to stay next to me, well more like in front of me, she still doesn’t like the walls, and she says they start moving when she isn’t watching. Luke has become fidgety, he keeps biting his nails or fingers, whatever comes closest. He doesn’t talk about his hallucinations. I know he has them and I’m guessing he hears voices in his head or something, because he says ‘shut up’ or ‘stay quiet’, things like that. 

Luke… is is dead…  He slit his throat. He had a knife with himself. We were all sitting actually talking again, just to keep ssane, and he goes and pulls a knife from his pocket and slits his oown throat. Me and Linda are huddled together on the opposite side of the room. Pleases someone help us!

Linda is asleep in my arms, she calmed down, she almost looks like Luke now. It looks nice to be so calm. I wish I could sleep, I couldn’t fall asleep after Luke killed himself. Hunger! I never wrote about the hunger! I’m hungry… And… And Lukes body looks good. It’s muscle, I mean it’s made of meat, so it should be good. I haven’t told this to Linda yet, but I’m going to try it. If it’s good then we can live longer… 

Linda hasn’t woken up yet, I feel a lot better. But I know that Linda will freak out when she sees the blood on my clothes, she might try to kill me. I don’t… I have to end her first or she will end me.

She didn’t even see it coming I stabbed her in the heart. Her eyes shot open and that’s it, she went limp. The trapdoor clicked open the light is now shinning down into the room, a ladder is lowered. I’m going now. Good luck, you’re next.

End

Have a sane day.

Love, Lust, Lost

77

“Mommy, daddy I’m scared…”

The ching of wine glasses sounded in the dinning room. A loud ‘Cheers’ followed suit. The glasses were turned over, the liquid going down as thought it was water.

The eldest man sounded in a deep baraton the beginning of a cheerful song. Soon everyone had joined in, swinging and clapping to the melody. One had gone as far as hitting the table with his fist each time the song reached a climax.

The women at the table, finding displeasure at the song that took hold of the table,  started singing their own. There melody was calm, but it rivaled the decibels of the baraton singing of men.

“Mommy, please…”

The glasses were full again and the atmosphere went into an even stronger swing. Stomping was added this time. One might think it was enough to break through the wooden floor.

Amongst the loud voices of those singing you might hear a whisper. It’s something one would hear not under the influence of alcohol. If you wonder what it is, well, it’s something you yourself might have gone through.

Parents at full swing with no promise of stopping and a single child left alone to pass the time in ghe furthest corner of the house, desperately trying to get their parents atention so they could go home.

End

Hope you never had to go through this.

Have a peaceful day.

Addiction is never evil

73

Stars… The stars are out tonight… Wait stars? Where am I? I’m in a field or maybe a clearing? I don’t know… All I know is that I wasn’t here when I went to sleep. Damn it I need to find a way out of here. Should I yell for help? What am I thinking there is a forest right there, I’m no expert, but I’m damn sure you don’t go yelling when you wake up in an unknown location. 

I just wish I had a lighter or something, hell a compass would be awesome right about now. Where should I go? I don’t have much of a choice I’ll end up in the woods no matter what way I go. What the hell? Okay… calm down. What was I doing? Last thing I remember I was getting ready for bed… I had been out with friends before; they had been trying to set me up with some girl… I left early and got home safe… shit, what the hell happened  I wasn’t drunk, well sure I drank one beer, but that’s about it, I got out before anything happened. Maybe one of the guys drugged me and this is some weird drug high? I don’t feel different, I can think clearly, if you don’t count a fuzzy memory. No it couldn’t have been that bad, I hope.

What was that? I think I saw something move to the left of me. Do I follow a possible serial killer or do I stay here? There is a bigger chance of survival if I go to the forest, sitting ducks never live long.

Where did that thing go? It was somewhere around here. I feel uneasy; I keep looking back every five seconds. Oh crap that was a twig that was loud as hell. Fuck! Did something just move? I think I heard something. Every muscle in my body is screaming run, but if I do I will get disorientated, and that’ll make finding my way back even harder. Back to tree, back to tree… Stay as calm as you can James. You are in deep shit right now and the worst you can do is panic. 

It’s quiet… I think I’m safe… I should keep going… Okay, easy now let’s try moving this way, away from any psycho killers that want to murder you. Avoiding branches and twigs no need for any additional noise. This forest is deep and the further I go the more lost I feel. Way to stay optimistic there pal, you’re so going to live…

How long have I been walking? Good news is I’ve calmed down, so I got that going for me. This is so much bullshit. Nope, nope, nope! I did not just see a shadow move. A very male, hood wearing shadow… No I’m not going to panic, stay calm. If the psycho wanted to kill me I would be dead now, so conclusion I’m either a source of entertainment or I’m not supposed to die. I would appreciate the later, if possible. 

All of these shadows look alike to me and… Hello ground long time no see… Out of all the roots in this forest I had to trip on this one. Great… Is that clapping? Da’ fuck? Get up! Need to get up now! Where is it coming from? 

“Grace might leave you, and you don’t have a clue, but brave soul you stand. May I shake your hand?”

Wow where did this guy come from? He was right behind me and this guy looks like the shadow I saw earlier, male, around the same build as I am, wearing a hoodie, kind of medieval looking, but I can’t really tell in the dark. I can’t see his face, the hood is shadowing it and the midnight lighting isn’t doing anything to help me here. And did he just speak in rhyme? I’m guessing, because I’m still alive, I should shake his hand…

“Umm… Sure… Who are you?” 

“One born of the dark, I passes Noah’s ark. Names have failed me, only meant for a flea. I stand as no one, but a single son. Brought from shadows here, to find the puppeteer”  

He does speak in rhymes… Really unclear ones… What the hell? 

“Okay… So I’m going to go that way” I said pointing to the right. I may want to get out of here, but I doubt that this guy can help me.

“Exits hide in sight so plain, yet you look in such disdain. The woods bring allies to your wake, alas you run from them like from a snake. Is there reason to your concern? Or have you nothing to learn? I bring no harm or foul play, you need not begin to pray” 

I got somethin’ about exits and that he’s a friend? Or something like that… and I need to trust him, because the forest said so? 

“You… know the way out of here?” Let’s hope for the best.

“Knowledge equals power, for every delicate flower. If one puts faith in the dark, he might leave without a mark”

“Is that a yes?” Dude nodded, that’s good enough for me. “So, where do we go from here?”

“The path twists and turns, like hell fire it burns. Fear not for fire is not real, meant only to harden the ordeal. Head to stars of early morning, thus heed my warning. We face off things of mind that are never kind”

Let’s see it’s going to be dangerous, but it’s not real…  I don’t get it…

“Got it, lead the way”

To my luck the hooded guy didn’t say a thing and turned on his heel and headed in the opposite direction. This guy might be weird, but he knows where he’s going and that’s good enough for me. What am I saying… I’m with some weird lunatic who talks in rhymes walking around in some fucked up forest and I have no idea what’s what, I’m so fucked.

Should I make small talk? I barely understand the guy when he’s giving directions, hell know what will happen when I try to understand what he says in a normal conversation… I wonder how bad I would be off if I ditched this guy? By the looks of it I just have to head straight, or maybe I should try beating the directions out of him? 

Fire… Burning fire… and it’s moving… Okay what the actual fuck? It looks like some beefed up deer on fire!

“Beast of dreams that haunt this place, best move along before it gives chase. Don’t stare too long or hand your soul, let your body slowly turn to cowl”

“Wait dreams? I’m dreaming?”

“You walk the land of sleep, like a lost young sheep. Without the idea of your state? What a terrible fate”

“I’m sleeping… Oh my God I’m sleeping… What kind of drugs did those dicks give me?”

“No drug forced you here, did you not hear? Explanations were given, ignorance is rarely forgiven”

“Sorry… I didn’t understand at first…” He kind of sounds pissed.

“It matters little, I will not belittle. We move fast, the exit is near at last”

“I understood that” I have to keep up with him. Shit I kind of feel bad for not understanding him at first, but what kind of dream gives me a guy who speaks in rhyme? 

Finally the exit! This fucking forest has ended and I’m home free. Wait… Rhyme guy isn’t coming?

“Aren’t you getting out of here?”

“You leave as each night you do, I stay and hope for a meeting with you. You brought me joy, from the times you were a boy. Fleeting as it may be, but that’s the end of me. The exit is found, the king is crowned. The shadow serves no use, best to put him on a hangman’s noose… Best be on your way, try not to stray”

“What are you talking about? Noose? Are you saying you’re going to die? What the hell? This is some messed up dream?”

“There is no purpose for one such as me, in a world of wake filled with mystery. My time is done and I have served my king, so let all of the birds sing”

For some reason everything he’s saying is pissing me off. Damn it! I can’t leave this guy alone to die. I grab hold of his hand and pull him along to the exit. He is putting up a fight, but I manage to pull us out…

_____

A man awakes in his bed, his eyes hazy as he watches the ceiling. As minutes pass the man’s lips stretched into a twisted grin and he speaks:

“The king now lies on a bed of stone. Without a crown, without a home”

End

No comments from me today.

Have a dreamy day.

Never turn back

70

May 20th, 1991

Dear diary,

My friend recommended I start writing a diary as I always forgetting important parts of my life. Honestly that girl is a bigger scatter brain than I am… But so be it, I will try keeping a diary, not going to be too keen on it, but I am going to write.

If anything is to be mentioned, I believe the most interesting thing was that Tyler, the boy my best friend fancies had approached me today and asked about my friend. Of course he did tell me to keep it a secret from her, but I am still going to tell her eventually. Tyler was very chatty about Ashley (my friend); I even felt that once the topic had shifted away from her Tyler would bring it back around to her. It was adorable to say the least.

I have nothing more going on. So that will be the end for today.

 

May 21st, 1991

Dear diary,

Good God today was dreadful. First the morning was a complete catastrophe, it was raining horribly, I could not find my umbrella and by the time I got to school I was wet as a dog. Ashley was no help whatsoever as she caught a cold, the poor thing.

What’s more my father is going out of town tomorrow and I’m going to be all alone for the next week. Now I would not complain if it was just that, but he asked my uncle Alphonso to look after me while he is away. I love my uncle, I do, but I could not live with a slob like him. It is simply horrid. 

But the best part of today was that I was asked out to the dance by Andrew, he is the last boy I would ever want to be asked out by. But by God I could never say he wasn’t attractive, on the contrary, he is amongst the most attractive boys in the school, but I don’t fancy him at all. I am more interested in Robert, the boy who plans to travel the world and search deep underground caves. But Robert isn’t even planning on going to the dance and because Andrew asked me I am now the most hated girl in school! To be asked out by one of the most wanted boys in school is a disaster!

I can’t just sit here writing all of this I need someone with an actual ability to respond. I need to go see Ashely.

 

May 22nd, 1991

Dear diary,

Uncle has arrived to the house and I’m going to be seeing off father later. 

I went to speak with Ashley yesterday and she said I ought to ask Robert myself. That way he will be forced to go and I can be free of those hateful glares. I hope she is right I would hate to make a fool out of myself. 

Also I finally know where the dance is going to be held this year. The school reserved a dance hall near the ocean! That is wonderful; it’s the first time something like this is going to be held near the ocean. Speaking of ocean, I have been having this odd dream lately, where I can smell the ocean and here the waves crashing to the shore. Maybe my dreams were a sign or something like a premonition? Either way I’m excited, this year’s dance is going to be great!

 

May 23th, 1991

Dear diary,

Father left yesterday and he promised to bring me a present when he comes back. Uncle Alphonso is a tragedy, like I thought. He is leaving a mess all around the house and I can barely keep up with the cleaning. But on the other hand Miss Alice has also come back from overseas, she is somewhat of a big sister to me, her parents died when she was small and she stayed with us henceforth. I’m glad she is back, because she promised to help me get ready for the dance.

Of right! I walked up to Robert today during lunch and asked him to come to the dance with me. The boy was shocked and his face turned red as a tomato, he could not form a word for a good five minutes, but he agreed nonetheless. I am so happy about having Robert as my date! The other girls stopped glaring at me and some even said I did well choosing to ask Robert out, because there were rumours saying that if I showed up with Andrew I would have been covered in some kind of slime. I’m glad I listened to Ashley. 

I dreamed of the ocean again. It was a lot clearer than before. I really can’t wait for the dance.

 

May 24th, 1991

Dear diary,

Ashley is all better and she was asked out by Tyler! Ashley agreed instantly, she was so happy she tackled Tyler to the floor and didn’t let go until a teacher told them to separate. They were both blushing madly! It was so adorable and I ended up teasing my friend for the whole day, she forgave me once I told her that Tyler approached me to find out more about her. 

And then there was Robert who actually came to me with a bouquet of flowers and asked me to the dance. He said that it’s only right that I remember the dance in a proper way and not the time I had to go ask a boy to the dance. He was so sweet about it and he even admitted that he wanted to ask me out, but he noticed Tyler talking to me about the dance and he thought he couldn’t compete. He said that when Andrew asked me out he wanted to jump up on the table and ask me out, but he was too shy to do so. I was flustered and embarrassed by the whole thing. And the worst part is that Ashley overheard and now she is the one teasing me!

I can’t wait for the dance it’s going to be the best one ever!

 

May 25th, 1991

Dear diary,

Everyone is so anxious about the dance. All the girls are talking about the dresses they are going to wear; the boys are desperately trying to learn the waltz. That’s the best part, me and Ashley noticed that Robert and Tyler are going somewhere when they have free time, so we followed them only to find the boys trying to learn how to properly dance, it was so cute! We couldn’t resist and jumped in to help the boys learn, but they said that dancing with their dates now didn’t feel right so we switched. I practised with Tyler and Ashley helped Robert. It was really fun; we ended up going out for ice cream later. It was truly the best.

 

May 26th, 1991

The day before the dance! Oh I cannot wait! I want tomorrow to come so badly I simply cannot sit still! Even my dream is getting louder. Last night I woke up because I thought I was lying at the beach and a really big wave crashed next to me and after I woke up the smell of the sea water still lingered in my room. I must go Miss Alice is calling me for supper.

_______

“It would almost seem like your daughter had dreams warning of her death”

A man in a dark trench coat said, his eyes were fixed on the father of the girl who drowned during her school dance. The incident was a tragedy, no one knew the pear would break when it did, taking the life of a young girl with it. It just goes to show you that you can never be too careful.

END

Sorry about the end and that I didn’t write anything yesterday. Also I am not sure about the time period it might be a bit old fashioned, but my mind is in a fancy mood and I can’t help the it.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading.

Have a safe day.

Please hear me

69 part 3

A week… a god damn week has past and I cannot say a stinking word! To say I’m pissed is an understatement! Hell I’ve been trying to speak every day, during visiting hours and after, every single moment I’m awake I’m trying to say something, but it all comes out as a week whisper or some kind of grunt or other weird noise! At least I can use a phone to talk to others; my hands have not failed me yet.

Speaking of hands, I would love to have mine on the nurses hips right now, but I couldn’t sneak up to her, because I sound like a one man band, that is tone deaf, when I try to walk. It’s hard to get out of bed when the damn thing is three feet in the air and I have this crazy ass shit strapped on to me that makes more noise than needed.

“Miss, are you alright?”

“Fine… just wish I could get these things out of me…”

I write on the phone and raise my hand with the needle. Victoria chuckles at my pained expression, that laugh makes me forget all the discomfort of this place.

“You should be patient”

“I am a patient”

I have a very bad affinity for puns when flirting, but Veronica likes it, so it’s all good. Also the good nurse is fond of my advances; I’d be lying if I said I didn’t flirt with her. I made a pass at her every hour of every day and best part of it all, Victoria never complains about it, she even gives me a little swing of her hips once and a while. I am so getting laid.

“Hey Steph! Ready to go outside”

Chris and that stupid wheelchair… I swear that guy wants something to bush around and look after. Sadly enough, that something is me. At least I got things cleared up with him. Chrisy is 100% gay and proud of it and he is a great wingman and an even greater cockblock. This guy has ruined my quality time with the nurse so many times in just one week, I have sworn to cockblock every date he tries to get for the next three months.

Ok, ok you can stop checking I’m damn comfortable in the shity chair. You could have asked the nurse to take care of that part you know…

“I’ll bring her back later”

“Cockblock”

“What? What did I do this time?”

“You came in when we were alone! I was having a moment!”

“No you were not… I’m sorry Steph don’t ignore me”

…

“Steph?”

…

“Come on, I didn’t screw up that bad”

…

“You’ll have plenty of chances later”

“With you nursing me back to health! Doubtful… Why don’t you let the professionals do their jobs?”

“Steph…”

“Don’t!”

“But… I…”

“Chrisy I swear you don’t stop those puppy dog eyes right now, I will…”

 

Shit… Shit… SHIT.

“Stop with the eyes already, I’m not angry…”

“I know. Just messing with you”

I hate him so much… but I can’t hate him for long… he has redeeming qualities don’t judge me…

“So Steph what do you want to know about today?”

“Let’s go with high school”

Chris has been helping me ‘remember’ things from my past, which is just him talking non-stop for four hours straight. It hasn’t helped in any way I still don’t remember a single thing…

“You were a pro in PE. You could beat any guy when it came to sports…”

Wow… his voice is kind of fading… What the hell? I can’t concentrate… Hey Chris stop talking for a minute and pay attention, bad shit is happening and you need to get the nurse! I can’t move… Fuck! Chris this is bad! Pay attention! Damn I can’t do anything and you are too blind to see what is going on right in front of you! Shit…

Black spots… Damn it… This is bullshit… Chris for the love of… please get help I’m in serious trouble here… You’re my only hope… Please hear me…

End

I know this might have been bad, but the story escaped me and I tried bringing it to a close with having the character die. Best way to end any story.

Thank you for reading and maybe what I was trying to say in this was… you should listen to what people say… not in the literal sense, but watch for signs that maybe they are struggling with something and they are trying to reach out, but no one sees that. But that is just me rambling…

Have a long life.

Relapse is never good

69 part 2

“The doctor said that you should be able to talk soon and that it would be a good idea to start practising. So why don’t we try talking? Steph, are you listening?”

With you in my face how can I not? Dude don’t you have a life? And for future reference if I’m going to try talking it’s only with nurse Victoria. Good thing I got her name at least now I know what to moan in my sleep.

“What’s so funny?”

Well it’s serenely not you Chris. Why did I get your name? Oh I know you said it a hundred times while you were talking to me like I was a five year old. Its memory loss not brain damage jackass!

“You know this isn’t going to work, if you aren’t going to try”

Don’t go puppy dog eyes and pouting, you are not cute, you have a dick, I’m not as bothered by that fact as I should, but still I want to be vagina only kind of girl, thank you very much.

“Come on Steph, try saying something”

If I say something will you go away? No? Then you are not getting anything from me.

Hot nurse alert! Calm down lady boner she still has clothes on, but they cannot do her justice. Those thighs, so round, so full… I just want to reach out and grab ’em and oh, the two melons up front, I would not mind being suffocated by those.

“Miss, I hope you are feeling well today”

“Yeah, Steph has been really responsive”

I was glaring at him half the time, but if it makes you smile like an angel from above I’ll gladly do it again.

“That’s good to hear. It seems you have become very popular miss, you have a few more visitors that want to see you”

Can you be all of them? Don’t leave! Victoria, my angel! Don’t leave me with this man!

Okay… Who let in the high school bitch squad? I’m twenty five and I’m damn sure I finished high school a long time ago, that is if logic doesn’t forsake me.

“Hey Steph”

That V neck pleases me, you might stay, and that one behind you can stay too. Miniskirts are always fun to watch, they are a lot more fun to pull up, but I can watch.

“Sorry, she still has trouble talking and she has amnesia, so she doesn’t remember much”

At least that one is useful for something, right V neck?

“Hmmm, amnesia…”

Yes… amnesia… I know I can talk, but I can roll my eyes like a bitch. Oh yeah that was directed at you V neck and don’t you go raising that pretty little eyebrow at me, I can still fuck you up, well I will, once I get out of here.

“I’m thinking introductions?”

Huh didn’t notice you there, since you’re a man and all, but d-bag much. The only other person I have seen with a tan like yours was when they rushed a guy to surgery, because he was burned alive.

“Yeah that be great”

Wait one vagina licking minute… Is Chrissy here gay? No… Can’t be… But that pose… And that sing song voice… He even kicked up his feet… My God boy you’re gay! And I’m gay! We are gay friends! That makes sense! I feel so sorry right now, I acted like a complete and utter dick to you, I’m sorry. Okay here I’ll hold your hand, I’ll be your wingman… err woman. Please let me be right about him being gay, because if not, then I just entered a straight relationship…

“Okay… Well I’m Rick Johnson… Umm I work as a lifeguard and we know each other, because you work near the beach”

Rick… Just one letter away from dick… I’d laugh if it didn’t hurt… But that explains the tan Mr. Lifeguard, and that my shop is near a beach, well yeah I actually knew that already. Chrissy here gave the basic facts of my life bio. I run a skate shop, I think, called… something. I’ll remember later.

“Ok, I’m Tessa Brown; I work next to your shop, at the beach bar”

So V neck is a beach barista? I’d like to call this one a beach bitch… It hurts when my chest moves, but I can’t help it.

“I’m Leila Harris; I work with Tess at the bar”

Mini skirt two? Okay double beach bitches? Not as funny the second time around…

“Yeah… and I’m Andrew Green, I work at your shop”

Oh… Oh wow aside from beach buff over there I didn’t notice you… you hoody wearing employee of mine… well you get points for the beanie, but no lasting impression… Wait why did you come here with them? Coincidence? Let’s hope so…

“So Steph any news on when you’re leaving?”

V neck seriously massive head trauma, broken leg and the only reason I know my own name is because someone else told me it. So yeah I’ll be getting out real soon.

“I doubt she is going to be getting out soon”

This gay mother… wait no, fatherfucker? gets it.

“Wouldn’t it be better for her to go around places she knows? You know to help her remember”

Mini skirt you are as adorable as that pink skirt of yours, but going outside would need me to be in better shape than this.

“She can barely walk, you really think it’s okay to let her out of the hospital?”

Aww beanie boy you care too.

“Chill out Andy, we’re all worried about Steph here, so why don’t you show some concern, like the rest of us here”

Of yes, because you are such a ray of concern that upon entering the room you fell to the side of my bed and grasped my hand with tears shining in your eyes.

“My name is Andrew, get it right. And you people are just a bunch of assholes, the only reason you are here is to make sure Staph has amnesia! Oh yeah! I know! I know that it’s your fault that she got in the accident; hell you probably even staged the damn thing!”

“Andrew!”

Ohm the plot thickens. I feel like I’m watching a drama or something. Bonus points! Chrissy is all flustered over this standing all outraged and everything. Beanie boy just slammed his fist on the table and that glare of his could start a forest fire in a heartbeat. While the trio of ‘high school cool kids’ has this awesome expression of ‘I’m going to murder you’ and ‘oh shit somebody knows’ on. Somebody get me some popcorn this is going to be good.

“What is going on here?”

Nursie! Perfect timing, watch the show the tension is so thick it’s almost like your breasts.

“All of you please leave, you are disturbing the patient”

Well not really, but if you’re going to pet me like that and have your full chest to my face then yeah drama club can leave.

“Steph I’ll come around tomorrow, kay?”

Sure thing Chrissy, here is a reassuring squeeze, now mov… wait… he just winked at me… was that a ‘go get ’em tiger’ wink or ‘ I’ll see you tomorrow’ wink? Please don’t be straight! I need a gay man on my team!

“I am so sorry miss, please rest, we will be starting your rehabilitation tomorrow, so you need all of your strength”

Sure thing Victoria, I can do sleep. But now that I think about it… was my accident really an accident? Oh shit now I sound like I’m from a fucking drama. Shit I should just go to sleep and let this shit play out. Not like I can do anything now… Damn this sucks…

END

This was more character introduction than actual anything, but as I said before, depending on how you react I’ll work with the story.

Thank you for reading

Have a great plot twist.