It's May First today, and I haven't blogged in forever. I think I'm not going to be blogging much now since I got a journal. I'm so happy! It's all nice and pretty :D I need to decorate it, but my printer is out of ink, and I can't draw for shit. (Laughs) Unloved seems to be coming out pretty well. I haven't lost all my feelings for ___, but I'm still trying since friendships are at stake. He stood next to me today, and I could still feel what we used to feel, but I could never do that to _______. EVER. I'm slowly forgetting him.
Sincerely,
Diane Ho
Friday, May 1, 2009
Unloved (Part 6)
James awoke to the startling sound in the living room. The sound echoed loudly off the walls and created a horrifying sound, like the sound of a dying animal. In terror, he arose from his bed and ran to the living room. On the couch was Elizabeth face planted on the arm and legs high in the air. The sound was not a dying animal, it was Elizabeth, laughing and snorting. James too, laughed at the sight. Taken by surprise, Elizabeth jumped, straightened up, and giggled to herself. "What happened to the laugh I heard before?" James managed to chuckled out, "I thought there was something dying in my living room." Elizabeth made one horrifying snort, and fell back into her previous laugh. Suddenly, there was knock on the door, and the laughter was cut short.
"Who could be com-" James grabbed Elizabeth around the mouth and carried her straight into the closet. Struggling, she managed to get out,
"James! What the hell do you think you're doing?! You-" but she was cut short again.
"Liz, you have to trust me on this, don't come out no matter what happens, and don't make a sound-promise me." James had his serious face on, and without another word, he dashed outside to the front door.
James slowly opened the door to peek. Outside, a man in black stood with a cap pulled over his face. Although it was not clear, James could recognize him. This man was a faint memory-even if his identity did not come clear to James. "Yes, is there anything you need sir?" James peered out, making sure to not startle the stranger with his scarred face. Without a word, the man yanked James from behind the door and pushed him up again the hallway wall. When he was sure no one was sight, he began to speak.
"You $*%*^! Who do you think I am?! A dumbass? I know you called the cops on my ass since last night when I encountered that girlfriend of yours!" the words seemed to echo down the hall violently.
"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, but I do not have a girlfriend. You're out of your mind!" he stopped to breathe, "You're absolutely insane! Leave before I call the police on you!" James was horrified. Although he wasn't too satisfied with life, he didn't want to die that way. Afterall, Melody's murderer was still on the loose.
"Playing the cops card?! That's nice. I'll be back, and you won't be so lucky next time!" and without another word, the man ran down the hall, leaving nothing but echoes of footsteps behind him.
"Who could be com-" James grabbed Elizabeth around the mouth and carried her straight into the closet. Struggling, she managed to get out,
"James! What the hell do you think you're doing?! You-" but she was cut short again.
"Liz, you have to trust me on this, don't come out no matter what happens, and don't make a sound-promise me." James had his serious face on, and without another word, he dashed outside to the front door.
James slowly opened the door to peek. Outside, a man in black stood with a cap pulled over his face. Although it was not clear, James could recognize him. This man was a faint memory-even if his identity did not come clear to James. "Yes, is there anything you need sir?" James peered out, making sure to not startle the stranger with his scarred face. Without a word, the man yanked James from behind the door and pushed him up again the hallway wall. When he was sure no one was sight, he began to speak.
"You $*%*^! Who do you think I am?! A dumbass? I know you called the cops on my ass since last night when I encountered that girlfriend of yours!" the words seemed to echo down the hall violently.
"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, but I do not have a girlfriend. You're out of your mind!" he stopped to breathe, "You're absolutely insane! Leave before I call the police on you!" James was horrified. Although he wasn't too satisfied with life, he didn't want to die that way. Afterall, Melody's murderer was still on the loose.
"Playing the cops card?! That's nice. I'll be back, and you won't be so lucky next time!" and without another word, the man ran down the hall, leaving nothing but echoes of footsteps behind him.
To be continued..
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