01-16-2012, 03:53 PM
I know you're all probably tired of seeing my crap up here, but too bad. I have an overactive imagination and it hates to stay bottled up inside my mind.
Anyway, this is something I've been wanting to write for a while now, I've just been too lazy to get around to it. Blah, blah, blah.
The chapter is a bit long, around 1,727 words and three pages (at 11pt font on Micorsoft Word). I need to do a bit of editing to make it more readable but I'll post it within the next ten minutes.
01-16-2012, 03:56 PM
“Dexter! You’re going to be late! Get your ass out of bed!”
I rolled over, groaning with aggravation. Late for what? I asked myself hazily. Its Saturday…oh that’s right, league.
I forced myself from the warmth of my bed and cracked my neck a couple times. I hated waking up in the morning so why I ever decide to do something that causes me to wake up every Saturday at eight is beyond me. Especially sine that happened, I haven’t wanted to do anything but lie in my room and stare at the empty ceiling, empty like I was now.
It had been two months since the murder of my closest childhood friend, Audrey Hollbroken. That night, I never felt so broken, so drained of everything. The smile I used to wear and the warmth I used to feel were gone now; replaced with an expressionless face and nothing but an icicle inside my chest. My mother worries for my, my sister’s constantly aggravated with my continuously solemn face, and my counselor’s been trying to send me to some mental hospital. I refuse to go of course.
There’s no way I could feel nothing but pain and sorrow after my best friend and the love of my life was murdered. There’s nothing wrong with me.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My shaggy black hair was a mess and dark circles rested under my light blue eyes. I never slept well anymore, she keeps haunting my nightmares.
With a heavy sigh, I splashed water on my face and dried it with a fluffy white towel. I made my way to the shower, nearly tripping over a lace bra – my sister doesn’t know what a hamper, much less the meaning of the words ‘don’t leave your clothes on the floor’. After pulling the shower curtain back, I turned the handles and warm water jetted from the shower head. I peeled my clothes, which was only a shirt and a pair of boxers, from my body and stepped under the warm stream.
“Do you want pancakes or waffles?!” My annoying older sister asked though the bathroom door.
“Waffles.” I replied without any particular interest. I didn’t want to eat, I haven’t wanted to eat since that incident, but I would worry my mother further if I didn’t.
With a long, strained sigh, I quickly worked shampoo and conditioner through my hair; any more goofing off and I was going to be late. Once the last of the conditioner was out, I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way towards my room.
My room was my room. The walls were pitch black and covered in posters and pictures. I’ll admit some of them were in questionable taste and definitely on the inappropriate side, but no one really sees my room but me so whatever. In one corner, sitting on my dresser I had a stack of Arizona Tea cans and Monster cans. A rather large stereo system sat on the top of my computer desk, my laptop balanced on top of it. My bed was covered in black sheets, innumerable pairs of various colored skinny jeans thrown on top of it.
After staring at them for some time, I finally selected a pair of black ones and pulled a red t-shirt from my closet. I hastily threw them on, not caring if they were wrinkled or not. I slipped a pair of black vans over my black socks and shook my hair into place. Grabbing a hat black and red fitted hat, I searched for my phone an iPod. I found them lying on my dresser. Making sure that I had everything I looked around my room once more. When I was sure I hadn’t forgotten something, I was out my door and down stairs before my sister could nag me again.
“You’re bags are in the car.” My sister replied and handed me the car keys
Oddly, she was dressed up today. Her long red hair, the same color as mine was naturally, had been straightened to the point where a ruler would look bent if placed next to it. She was wearing what she considered to be a cute sundress, strapless, pink, and with small white polka dots. Her white heel clad feet clacked annoyingly against the tile floor of the kitchen. I couldn’t stand the sound of high heels; my mind screamed ;););););) every time I heard the clicking of footsteps. As usual her face was plastered with make up. She didn’t look cute like that, no matter how much she believed she did.
“I take it you’ve got someone coming over?” I asked just to please her ego, acting like I noticed her.
She looked up, pleased with the attention. “Yeah. We’re working on a project.”
I lifted an eyebrow, biting my tongue to keep myself from asking what kind of project they were doing. She must have noticed because she shot me a disgusted look before walking off. Flipping the keys around my index finger, I stepped outside and walked down the wet path to the black
Acura sitting in the driveway. It rained last night and a massive puddle had collected at the end of the driveway. Lovely, the car was going to get dirty.
“So there was this really hot chick at the mall yesterday.” Christian Nathenson moved his hands in an hourglass motion and continued his story, his bright brown eyes full of lust. “She was working in Hollister. I purposely bought like seventeen shirts just so I could get her to talk to me.”
“It’s a shame that’s probably the last time you’ll see her. You probably scared her, especially with your looks.” Seth Collins mused.
Christian looked back at him with a sneer and returned the plate of nachos he was shoving down his throat, barely stopping to chew. I sighed. That boy is going to choke himself to death one day.
“Dexter, how many more games do we have left?” Seth asked, stealing a nacho from Christians plate.
“One more.” I sighed and wrote the scores down. We one two out of three, not bad, but we needed all three. Considering my mind was elsewhere, I wasn’t bowling my best.
“So I want to go to the beach after this. Any of you want to come?” Christian asked.
Neither Seth nor I spoke up. We both knew why he was going and honestly it was extremely embarrassing to sit there and watch him flirt, make a fool of himself, and come back with everyone with in a mile radius laughing hysterically.
“I’ve got a project to do.” I stated simply. It was a lie, but I’d do anything to get away from Christian’s beach episodes.
“I’ve got a date, bro. I can’t go.” Seth replied as he scrolled through a list of text messages.
Christian looked at us with false hurt. “Fine, I’ll keep the ladies for myself.”
“And by ladies he means the fat ass that’s constantly stalking him.” Seth choked out with laughter.
Christian shot him a glare, his bright brown eyes full of anger. It was just like any other day at league, the only difference was Audrey was missing. At the thought of her, I felt my heart skip a beat and sink to my feet.
“Yo, Dex. You’re up.”
With an exasperated sigh, I forced myself from the black chair and made my way to the lane. After retrieving the ball and setting myself, I made the approach and released it. Yet another crappy release and another crappy strike – something I’ve been doing all day. I receive high-fives from both Seth and Christian before returning to my seat. I had nine more frames of this and I wasn’t looking forward to them.
“So I was thinking something like light green!” My younger sister, Maggie, bounced around energetically as she rambled on about the color she wanted her walls. My mother had finally given in to her nagging and allowed all of us to repaint our walls. My older sister, Anabelle, had chosen hot pink, no surprise there. I on the other hand decided I was simply going to paint one of the designs I created for my friend’s band.
Without stopping to grab the paintbrush I dropped, I made my way up the white carpeted stairs and to my room. The design had already been sketched out in white colored pencil; all I had to do was color it in. Painting upright wasn’t easy for me, when I did my drawings it was usually on a sidewalk. Nevertheless, I dipped the brush in a bowl of light purple paint and started with the strokes.
Painting again, Dexter?
I froze. That voice…it was in my head, not in my ears. Just the sound of it made my heart clench. It was like the melody of a sad song; it nearly pulling a river of tears to my eyes. It was Audrey’s voice echoing through the confines of my mind.
You should paint me something. Some place where no one else but me will be able to see it.
I sighed. I forgot she had asked me to do that, something so simple. Why was I remembering it now, though? I’ve painted many times since then and I’ve never thought of it until now.
That’s because you aren’t remembering it. I’m telling you to paint it
I froze, the brush falling from my hands and landing on the spread below with a splat. I’ve got to be going insane. My emotions over losing her like that must have twisted and warped my mind. I could swear I heard her voice in my head.
You did, silly.
The voice was bubblely and bright, just as I remembered it. My stomach flipped over several times as the memories of her rushed through my thoughts along with images of her beautiful, warm smile. My heart felt like it was being crushing inside my chest as I remembered. I found myself unable to breathe, like I was choking on memories. Again I pushed it off as being insane and there was no reply. Shaking my head, I put the painting supplies to the side, grabbed a change of clothes, and made my way into the bathroom for a much needed shower.
01-16-2012, 04:12 PM
Since I already read this...I'm going to be lazy and not read it again. Anyway...I love it. I'm glad you finally got around to this again, I've been waiting for you to finally decide on how you wanted it write it.
01-16-2012, 04:15 PM
Pft. You thought I had writer's block, what are you talking about waiting for me to decide on how to write it.
01-16-2012, 04:16 PM
So? By the way, why did you choose to write from a guy's point of view this time?
01-16-2012, 04:17 PM
I don't know. I wanted to do something different.
01-16-2012, 04:45 PM
I found this story to be amazing.
01-17-2012, 04:19 AM
Hurry up with chapter 2 damn it!
01-17-2012, 04:21 AM
I'm working on it! You know I write slower when I'm sick. Jesus.
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