Independent #9
So me and my buddy are sitting here bored and talking. she told me to write about her because we're that crazy. So this is for Michele. <3
So in second grade I met a loud, rambunctious individual who to this day I continue to call me best friend.
When we first met we going through the crazy OMG *NSYNC AND BACKSTREET BOYS stage of our lives. And yes today, to relive old times, we still rock out to them, running down the halls singing “Tearin’ up My Heart”, or “As Long As You Love Me” ignoring the stares and glares.
We’ve gone through so many different and crazy stages during our years together. There was the Spice Girls stage, the Brittany Spears stage, and the Volleyball stage.
We are so different in so many ways now people wonder why we are friends. While she prefers to wear baby blue and listen to Eminem, I prefer to wear black and listen to Marilyn Manson.
She has seen me through my first real crush, my first boyfriend, and my first heartbreak.
My first heartbreak was only a few weeks before my Sweet Sixteen. It was there that Michele laid her eyes upon her future husband. A friend of my brother and three years older. Now more than a year later she is still in love with him.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Independent #8
I was never in this horrible of a relationship, it was more emotional for me so I transferred it into a physical thing. I think that people are more affected by that than mental abuse although the effect is vertually the same and can have the same outcome. So it's based on a past relationship but it is not a true recollection of evens. More of a what could have happened kinda thing.
Running. She was always running. Her fear controlled her life, dictated her actions, ruled her new relationship. Her fear of love, of commitment, of vulnerability. But mostly her fear of Rocky. That boy for whom she would have killed at one point. But not anymore. Not after it all.
“Where are you going tonight?” he asked innocently, sitting on her couch watching her meticulously groom herself.
“The Batcave,” she replied simply.
“What’s that?” he asked inquisitively.
“It’s this really awesome gothic club in the city. Me, Kim and Alex are going to meet a few of his friends there to celebrate Alex’s birthday.”
“Alex is going….” He stated, the tension in his voice rising.
Shit!
“I thought I told you, you can never see him! You’re not allowed to talk to him, see him, or even think of him!” he screamed in her face. Grabbing her shoulders he shoved her. Hard. Into her mirror, shattering it. She fell with the shards, slicing into her. She didn’t feel a thing. Not his heel digging into her stomach, his hands clenching her throat, his knee crushing her wrist until it snapped.
Help.
Hours later she lay naked on the cold floor of the bathroom, her blood pooling around her, tears streaming down her face.
“Kyra?”
No, no, no please leave me alone. Please go away.
“Oh my God! Kyra! What happened to you???”
Blinking through her tears she saw him. Alex, standing in the doorway, staring at her in horror.
Go. Go before he comes back.
She wanted to scream at him to run but her throat ached and burned. All she could do was lay her forehead on the floor and let her sobs shake her body and speak for her.
Without a word Alex knelt before her and wrapped his arms around her, soothing her, cradling her ever so gently.
“What the f***!!!!”
Oh no. God please no!
The rest is a blur. The fighting, cursing, yelling, the blood, all warped into a mess of emotions.
She stood in the cemetery staring down at the dirt at her feet.
“Alex Smith. July 14th, 1982- July 14th, 2007.”
Now almost a year later she still feared him. Though he is locked behind bars hundreds of miles away she froze at the name. He sent her letters professing his love, saying that they’d be together once he got out.
Aiden tried to calm her, protect her, make her feel safe in the home they made. But she could never forget. Never forget his blood soaking her as she lay helpless beneath him. The guilt consumed her, ate away at her.
The pills slowly, painlessly put her into a peaceful sleep.
I was never in this horrible of a relationship, it was more emotional for me so I transferred it into a physical thing. I think that people are more affected by that than mental abuse although the effect is vertually the same and can have the same outcome. So it's based on a past relationship but it is not a true recollection of evens. More of a what could have happened kinda thing.
Running. She was always running. Her fear controlled her life, dictated her actions, ruled her new relationship. Her fear of love, of commitment, of vulnerability. But mostly her fear of Rocky. That boy for whom she would have killed at one point. But not anymore. Not after it all.
“Where are you going tonight?” he asked innocently, sitting on her couch watching her meticulously groom herself.
“The Batcave,” she replied simply.
“What’s that?” he asked inquisitively.
“It’s this really awesome gothic club in the city. Me, Kim and Alex are going to meet a few of his friends there to celebrate Alex’s birthday.”
“Alex is going….” He stated, the tension in his voice rising.
Shit!
“I thought I told you, you can never see him! You’re not allowed to talk to him, see him, or even think of him!” he screamed in her face. Grabbing her shoulders he shoved her. Hard. Into her mirror, shattering it. She fell with the shards, slicing into her. She didn’t feel a thing. Not his heel digging into her stomach, his hands clenching her throat, his knee crushing her wrist until it snapped.
Help.
Hours later she lay naked on the cold floor of the bathroom, her blood pooling around her, tears streaming down her face.
“Kyra?”
No, no, no please leave me alone. Please go away.
“Oh my God! Kyra! What happened to you???”
Blinking through her tears she saw him. Alex, standing in the doorway, staring at her in horror.
Go. Go before he comes back.
She wanted to scream at him to run but her throat ached and burned. All she could do was lay her forehead on the floor and let her sobs shake her body and speak for her.
Without a word Alex knelt before her and wrapped his arms around her, soothing her, cradling her ever so gently.
“What the f***!!!!”
Oh no. God please no!
The rest is a blur. The fighting, cursing, yelling, the blood, all warped into a mess of emotions.
She stood in the cemetery staring down at the dirt at her feet.
“Alex Smith. July 14th, 1982- July 14th, 2007.”
Now almost a year later she still feared him. Though he is locked behind bars hundreds of miles away she froze at the name. He sent her letters professing his love, saying that they’d be together once he got out.
Aiden tried to calm her, protect her, make her feel safe in the home they made. But she could never forget. Never forget his blood soaking her as she lay helpless beneath him. The guilt consumed her, ate away at her.
The pills slowly, painlessly put her into a peaceful sleep.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Independent #7 Intro
Sorry I forgot the intro on the last one. I know it must have distressed you all (*cough* Popken *cough cough*). God Forbid. Will you ever forgive me???
Anyway. Yeah I decided to have a little fun with schizophrenia and people being crazy. Unlike my past pieces, this piece WASN'T based on personal experience....Honest it wasn't! But yeah so it's weird and I once again didn't outright tell you what was going on in it because that would make it too easy for you.
Sorry I forgot the intro on the last one. I know it must have distressed you all (*cough* Popken *cough cough*). God Forbid. Will you ever forgive me???
Anyway. Yeah I decided to have a little fun with schizophrenia and people being crazy. Unlike my past pieces, this piece WASN'T based on personal experience....Honest it wasn't! But yeah so it's weird and I once again didn't outright tell you what was going on in it because that would make it too easy for you.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Independent #7
I’ve really f***** things up this time. Why did I have to drink? Why did I have to lie? Now the only guy I’ve cared about since Him, hates me.
Come now, he doesn’t hate you.
Well maybe he doesn’t hate me, but she sure as hell isn’t fond of me.
All is not lost. He said that he had feelings for you.
He had had feelings for me? How could I not have seen it? Because he told me he was falling for his ex again. What would any girl do? Pursue someone who was obviously giving hints that his thoughts were not on her? That’s such a hopeless cause!!
But it wasn’t was it?
No, now he said that just because he was getting feelings for his ex doesn’t mean he didn’t have them for me. How was I supposed to know that? What am I psychic?”
You realize what you have to do don’t you?
No I can’t. I won’t! That’s wrong.
No it’s right and yes we can and yes we will!
NO I WON’T!! THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU THIS IS ABOUT ME!!! YOU DON’T EXIST!
You wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for me! Have you forgotten already all that I’ve done for you, you ungrateful little b****! Remember? Remember HIM?
What are you talking about? You didn’t do anything. I dumped him because of what he did. You didn’t do anything. I dumped him.
And you haven’t heard a thing from or about him since have you.
No, I haven’t. He just disap…..Oh my God. What did you do?!?!?!
What had to be done. He had to learn his lesson. And you were too weak to do it. So I had to. I had to crawl out of the dark and save you.
You horrible, horrible creature. You b****, you f***ing lying b****!!!!
I’m not a b****. I’m you.
No, no you’re not. No leave me alone. Get away from me. Oh I feel so dirty. Oh God I’m going to be sick.
I’m a part of you. You can’t ever escape me. You’re bond to me forever.
I’ve really f***** things up this time. Why did I have to drink? Why did I have to lie? Now the only guy I’ve cared about since Him, hates me.
Come now, he doesn’t hate you.
Well maybe he doesn’t hate me, but she sure as hell isn’t fond of me.
All is not lost. He said that he had feelings for you.
He had had feelings for me? How could I not have seen it? Because he told me he was falling for his ex again. What would any girl do? Pursue someone who was obviously giving hints that his thoughts were not on her? That’s such a hopeless cause!!
But it wasn’t was it?
No, now he said that just because he was getting feelings for his ex doesn’t mean he didn’t have them for me. How was I supposed to know that? What am I psychic?”
You realize what you have to do don’t you?
No I can’t. I won’t! That’s wrong.
No it’s right and yes we can and yes we will!
NO I WON’T!! THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU THIS IS ABOUT ME!!! YOU DON’T EXIST!
You wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for me! Have you forgotten already all that I’ve done for you, you ungrateful little b****! Remember? Remember HIM?
What are you talking about? You didn’t do anything. I dumped him because of what he did. You didn’t do anything. I dumped him.
And you haven’t heard a thing from or about him since have you.
No, I haven’t. He just disap…..Oh my God. What did you do?!?!?!
What had to be done. He had to learn his lesson. And you were too weak to do it. So I had to. I had to crawl out of the dark and save you.
You horrible, horrible creature. You b****, you f***ing lying b****!!!!
I’m not a b****. I’m you.
No, no you’re not. No leave me alone. Get away from me. Oh I feel so dirty. Oh God I’m going to be sick.
I’m a part of you. You can’t ever escape me. You’re bond to me forever.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Microfiction
She did love him, he knew. She never lied, about that anyway. What she did lie about was where she was, who she was, what she was doing, who she was doing it with while he waited every night for hours for the one phone call that could brighten his day. The one that sometimes never came.
What she did lie about was who she was, what he was to her, what she wanted in life. She wasn’t his soul mate, he wasn’t her soul mate, and she didn’t want to marry him, raise a family with him, grow old with him.
He did love her, she knew. He always told the truth, about that anyway. She loved him but she could never be with him. She could never trust him, believe him, or love him the way he did.
She would go out looking for someone that could fill the void that he could never, no matter how hard he tried. She went out using anyone and anything to feel that high she once felt. But she never found it.
She loved him, he knew.
He loved her, she knew.
The sound of the gun split them apart.
She did love him, he knew. She never lied, about that anyway. What she did lie about was where she was, who she was, what she was doing, who she was doing it with while he waited every night for hours for the one phone call that could brighten his day. The one that sometimes never came.
What she did lie about was who she was, what he was to her, what she wanted in life. She wasn’t his soul mate, he wasn’t her soul mate, and she didn’t want to marry him, raise a family with him, grow old with him.
He did love her, she knew. He always told the truth, about that anyway. She loved him but she could never be with him. She could never trust him, believe him, or love him the way he did.
She would go out looking for someone that could fill the void that he could never, no matter how hard he tried. She went out using anyone and anything to feel that high she once felt. But she never found it.
She loved him, he knew.
He loved her, she knew.
The sound of the gun split them apart.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Independent Writing #6
Okay this piece was really interesting to write. I decided to put in dialogue and only dialogue, no setting or enviornment, no elaboration on the statements, no showing the emotions through description, no names. I didn't even show if the characters were boys or girls or a boy and a girl or what so that people can make their own inference. Although it may imply they are a certain gender it doesn't mean that they are. Hopefully someone will see it differently. I had to rely on the characters talking only which made it a bit more difficult than my writing in the past. Much like the rest of mine, it is based off non-fiction events in my life, minus the last few lines.
“Excuse me?”
“……. We’re getting back together.”
“……”
“I know you’re hurt but…”
“Oh no. No, I’m not hurt. I’m stunned that any one person can be so STUPID!”
“How am I stupid?”
“Well let’s see, she broke your heart by first dumping you and selling everything you gave her on eBay. Then they went and got another lover a few days later and slept with them which shattered the pieces of your heart. Then as if that wasn’t enough, to top it all off she told everyone in town that you raped her!!!! And you want to get back with her???”
“She’s truly sorry. Really she is.”
“Right and I understand all the theory of quantum physics.”
“You don’t understand. You don’t understand at all. You don’t understand love. What its like. What crazy things it can make you do.”
“…….You’re wrong. I loved you. I would have done anything for you. I have. I’ve been there for everything. Who did you call when she tore apart your soul? Who was there when you were arrested because of her? Who heard you cry night after night. Who did you use to get over her? Me, me, me. I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to talk to you or see you ever again. It hurts too much.”
“Don’t be like that. C’mon you’re my best friend. Don’t do this.”
“No, I’m not doing this. You are.”
“Hey. Wait! Come back! Wait!”
Okay this piece was really interesting to write. I decided to put in dialogue and only dialogue, no setting or enviornment, no elaboration on the statements, no showing the emotions through description, no names. I didn't even show if the characters were boys or girls or a boy and a girl or what so that people can make their own inference. Although it may imply they are a certain gender it doesn't mean that they are. Hopefully someone will see it differently. I had to rely on the characters talking only which made it a bit more difficult than my writing in the past. Much like the rest of mine, it is based off non-fiction events in my life, minus the last few lines.
“Excuse me?”
“……. We’re getting back together.”
“……”
“I know you’re hurt but…”
“Oh no. No, I’m not hurt. I’m stunned that any one person can be so STUPID!”
“How am I stupid?”
“Well let’s see, she broke your heart by first dumping you and selling everything you gave her on eBay. Then they went and got another lover a few days later and slept with them which shattered the pieces of your heart. Then as if that wasn’t enough, to top it all off she told everyone in town that you raped her!!!! And you want to get back with her???”
“She’s truly sorry. Really she is.”
“Right and I understand all the theory of quantum physics.”
“You don’t understand. You don’t understand at all. You don’t understand love. What its like. What crazy things it can make you do.”
“…….You’re wrong. I loved you. I would have done anything for you. I have. I’ve been there for everything. Who did you call when she tore apart your soul? Who was there when you were arrested because of her? Who heard you cry night after night. Who did you use to get over her? Me, me, me. I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to talk to you or see you ever again. It hurts too much.”
“Don’t be like that. C’mon you’re my best friend. Don’t do this.”
“No, I’m not doing this. You are.”
“Hey. Wait! Come back! Wait!”
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