I had to leave the party early. There was no way that I could sit there anymore, listening to everyone just rabble on about how much work sucks, or that this person cheated on me and we should get together, and whatever other conversations happened in that time period. I'm an optimistic person, and between the drunken state in which I was in and the negativity and insensitivity of the patrons at that party were wearing on my nerve. Not to mention the sight of him.
It was a few months ago. I had just gotten out of a bad relationship; one that had lasted much too long. I was madly in love with this guy, but he didn't feel the same way towards me. I'm not even sure what drew me towards him anymore. He was a little abusive, a womanizer who I desperately tried to get to settle down and live a real, honest life. And for a while, he did. We moved in together, did everything that a real couple would do, and lived happily together. Things started to flip though, as he relapsed into his old ways. He was out late at night, claiming that he was being held over at work. Nearly every time he told me that, all I could think about was "who was he really doing work with"? I couldn't ever prove otherwise, but my suspicions took me over until I confronted him one night. That's when our relationship took a turn for the worst.
That night, he truly returned to his former self. So much, in fact, that I spent the next few days in a hospital bed, barely able to move from the brutal beating that I had to endure. To this day, I don't know if it was the hitting or the breaking of my heart that paralyzed me. How could someone you love act that way towards you, when all you've ever wanted to do was be with them and live a happy life together? It was gut-wrenching to think that we would never be together again. I did try to see him one more time, a few weeks after that incident, but he didn't show. I hoped that it was because he was too afraid of what might happen, or that he really hated himself for what he did and just couldn't face seeing me come back as strong as ever. Or because he was pissed that I had managed to communicate to a few of his next "lovers" who he truly is.
As I walked down the street to my apartment, I had a weird feeling that I was being watched. I could sense a pair of eyes following me as I hurried my steps, but I just couldn't place where they were coming from. I was almost at a run when a figure appeared in front of me. I stopped suddenly, and screamed, but there was no one awake to hear my pleads.
That was the last thing that I remember.
That was the last thing that I could ever remember.
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Saturday, April 14, 2012
On the Edge
(Note: This is an original idea. I realize that it has been over a month since I have written anything on here. Between work and other activities out with my friends, plus being extremely tired most days, I lost interest in writing anything. It seemed like one more task that I needed to do on an already exhausting day. Plus, whatever I was writing at the time, I just lost interest in it. For some reason, I came up with the premise and the back story to the characters, but couldn't continue on with it.)
This is it. There's no turning back.
I exhaled as I walked closer and closer to the ledge. This one final act of mine will certainly stand out. Everyone will notice me. Everyone will remember me.
I've felt, for a long time now, that I was just another pawn in the life of those around me. They can push me forward, in what I hope to be a way to improve myself. But in the end, I just end up as the bait for bigger moves, looking foolish in the process.
Claire was the first one. All the time that we spent together... All the dinners we had gone to; movies we had gone to see; the great times we shared... all gone. To think, my best friend being the root of all evil in this relationship, the very reason she had to let me go, is without a doubt one of the worst feelings in the world. I had confided in him. Why did he betray me like that? Personal gain? All he gained was what I see now as a manipulative bitch who will go through anyone to get to the one she cares about.
Next came my co-workers. Always leaving me out of the loop on gatherings and get-togethers. Do I embarrass them that much? Not once has anyone seemed as if I was as uncomfortable to be around with as much as the next person. Yeah, we all had our quirks, but it wasn't anything that anyone could look past, I'm sure. Besides, that's when I am at the top of my game! Everyone got a kick out of me! I even considered some of them as being my "friends" even though I never did tell them everything. They may have found out a couple things, but that doesn't mean that it is all true. The over-heard phone calls weren't what they thought they were... at least that's how I feel about it.
My family. How could they not be at my side in all of this? I've had such a difficult life, between work problems, women problems, and other personal problems, that it's hard for me to see someone just letting their loved ones just go like that. Could they not see that I was battling these things... battling the inner demons that stabbed and ripped at my body and soul? I've done everything I can to re-energize my life again, but the relapses seemed to take hold of everything.
I was lost.
And no one was there to guide me.
What more do I have to live for? Where do I go?
Since everything is heading down the drain, I guess that's where I deserve to go as well.
Goodbye.
This is it. There's no turning back.
I exhaled as I walked closer and closer to the ledge. This one final act of mine will certainly stand out. Everyone will notice me. Everyone will remember me.
I've felt, for a long time now, that I was just another pawn in the life of those around me. They can push me forward, in what I hope to be a way to improve myself. But in the end, I just end up as the bait for bigger moves, looking foolish in the process.
Claire was the first one. All the time that we spent together... All the dinners we had gone to; movies we had gone to see; the great times we shared... all gone. To think, my best friend being the root of all evil in this relationship, the very reason she had to let me go, is without a doubt one of the worst feelings in the world. I had confided in him. Why did he betray me like that? Personal gain? All he gained was what I see now as a manipulative bitch who will go through anyone to get to the one she cares about.
Next came my co-workers. Always leaving me out of the loop on gatherings and get-togethers. Do I embarrass them that much? Not once has anyone seemed as if I was as uncomfortable to be around with as much as the next person. Yeah, we all had our quirks, but it wasn't anything that anyone could look past, I'm sure. Besides, that's when I am at the top of my game! Everyone got a kick out of me! I even considered some of them as being my "friends" even though I never did tell them everything. They may have found out a couple things, but that doesn't mean that it is all true. The over-heard phone calls weren't what they thought they were... at least that's how I feel about it.
My family. How could they not be at my side in all of this? I've had such a difficult life, between work problems, women problems, and other personal problems, that it's hard for me to see someone just letting their loved ones just go like that. Could they not see that I was battling these things... battling the inner demons that stabbed and ripped at my body and soul? I've done everything I can to re-energize my life again, but the relapses seemed to take hold of everything.
I was lost.
And no one was there to guide me.
What more do I have to live for? Where do I go?
Since everything is heading down the drain, I guess that's where I deserve to go as well.
Goodbye.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Mistaken
Original Suggestion: A father, wife, son and daughter at the dinner table when two gun shots go off
Suggested By: Chris Gutekunst (@CRGutekunst)
It was a typical evening in the Rancor residence. Mother was preparing the dinner table; Myself on the steps playing with my toys; Father and my sister we sitting in the living room, reading by the fireplace, the cackling and cracking of the wood a reminder of how cold it really was outside. It had been one of the coldest winters by far, at least in my memory. There was almost no snow to be seen, but the bitter air left our little corner of the neighborhood frozen to the core.
As it neared six o'clock, mother rings us to dinner. We gather around in the same seats as always; Father at the helm, sitting with his back to the window, which showed our tiny backyard, the beaten fence that covers us from the alleyway beyond out plot. Across from him is mother, doing her best to ignore the mess in the living room that I had just left by the staircase. To her right is my sister, disgusted in the meal that lay before us (she was a very picky eater, and never had much of an appetite). And my seat sat across from her, back towards the entryway to the tiny, dirty kitchen. I try to eat a slowly as possible, knowing that once out meal is over, it is my duty to clean up everything.
The normal dinner talk took over the rest of the evening. Father began complaining (again) about the state of the office he works in; the incompetence of some of his fellow workmates, and going on and on about how much he hates his bosses. Same old, same old. Mother didn't have too much to go on about. She seemed to have exhausted her supply of drama and gossip over dinner the previous night. I remember hearing something about the neighbor lady and a very sultry conversation she was having with the postman. I wasn't really paying attention to be honest. I never show too much interest in anything my parents have to say, as it normally is nothing of importance to me anyway.
Father was just about to ask my sister and I about our days in school, when a weird bang interrupted him. Something has just happened outside, but what, none of us knew. We waited a few moments, but didn't hear it again. We assumed it was a car backfiring or running over the pothole in the street, as is usually the case. As my father opened his mouth again to speak, we heard the bang again, this time in two quick succession. My father, with a note of hesitation, told us to stay as he jumped from his chair and ran outside to see what was the matter. We aren't quite sure what happened from there, but father came back inside, unable to discover the source of the disturbance.
We finished eating, I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and then ran up to my room to get ready for bed. I went to my window, as I do every night, and looked out into the nighttime sky. I sat there much longer than I usually do, so enthralled in the dark sky, with it tiny sprinkle of stars cast throughout the deepening vastness; the faint glow from the distant city beyond the horizon. Peace. I looked down towards the backyard and saw something rather curious just beyond the fence by the alleyway. Someone was lurking just on the other side by the trashcans, as if trying to look for something, or hide whatever was in his hands.
It was nearing eleven. So, as quietly as I possibly could, I made my way downstairs, careful not to step on the creaky floorboard at the top of the steps, so not to wake up mother and father. I wasn't sure what this person was doing outside our fence, but my curiosity told me to take a look. Even from my window, the person looked vaguely familiar. But without a good look at his face, I couldn't quite put my finger on who it was.
I scampered through the kitchen and out the back door, careful not to let it slam shut behind me. I crept through the yard, feeling as if the tiny lot had suddenly bloomed into a deep, overgrown jungle. Finally, I reached the fence in the rear of the yard. Walking along it, I reached the spot where I knew there was a tiny, hallowed out knot in the wood so I could peer into the alley, virtually noticeably.
I looked left and right down the alleyway, but could not see any sign of the stranger. I looked down for a moment because I thought I had felt something around my ankles. Possibly just a bug crawling around. When I looked up again, I let out a huge gasp and ran back towards the house. An unknown eye had been peering right back towards me.
Not caring about subtlety this time, I flew through the kitchen, up the stairs, and burst into my parents room. I was blithering, talking so fast that I wasn't making any sense. Father did my best to calm me down, and mother brought me a glass of water. After a few minutes, I tried to explain what I just saw, but neither believed me. I wouldn't give up, but still, they wouldn't hear it, telling me it was just a nightmare. Finally, I grabbed father by the hand and dragged him downstairs and out to the backyard. It all happened so fast. He opened the gate to the alley, took a couple steps, then a deafening bang cracked through the silent night, and father collapsed in a heap. I scream, and cried, and fell over the unmoving mass, now lying in a sticky pool of it's own blood.
We found out later that the stranger was actually the neighbor, waiting for the "unknown suitor" of his wife's to come back after he shot out at him earlier in the evening. Being the nervous man that he was, he shot at the first person to enter the alley.
Another senseless killing.
Suggested By: Chris Gutekunst (@CRGutekunst)
It was a typical evening in the Rancor residence. Mother was preparing the dinner table; Myself on the steps playing with my toys; Father and my sister we sitting in the living room, reading by the fireplace, the cackling and cracking of the wood a reminder of how cold it really was outside. It had been one of the coldest winters by far, at least in my memory. There was almost no snow to be seen, but the bitter air left our little corner of the neighborhood frozen to the core.
As it neared six o'clock, mother rings us to dinner. We gather around in the same seats as always; Father at the helm, sitting with his back to the window, which showed our tiny backyard, the beaten fence that covers us from the alleyway beyond out plot. Across from him is mother, doing her best to ignore the mess in the living room that I had just left by the staircase. To her right is my sister, disgusted in the meal that lay before us (she was a very picky eater, and never had much of an appetite). And my seat sat across from her, back towards the entryway to the tiny, dirty kitchen. I try to eat a slowly as possible, knowing that once out meal is over, it is my duty to clean up everything.
The normal dinner talk took over the rest of the evening. Father began complaining (again) about the state of the office he works in; the incompetence of some of his fellow workmates, and going on and on about how much he hates his bosses. Same old, same old. Mother didn't have too much to go on about. She seemed to have exhausted her supply of drama and gossip over dinner the previous night. I remember hearing something about the neighbor lady and a very sultry conversation she was having with the postman. I wasn't really paying attention to be honest. I never show too much interest in anything my parents have to say, as it normally is nothing of importance to me anyway.
Father was just about to ask my sister and I about our days in school, when a weird bang interrupted him. Something has just happened outside, but what, none of us knew. We waited a few moments, but didn't hear it again. We assumed it was a car backfiring or running over the pothole in the street, as is usually the case. As my father opened his mouth again to speak, we heard the bang again, this time in two quick succession. My father, with a note of hesitation, told us to stay as he jumped from his chair and ran outside to see what was the matter. We aren't quite sure what happened from there, but father came back inside, unable to discover the source of the disturbance.
We finished eating, I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and then ran up to my room to get ready for bed. I went to my window, as I do every night, and looked out into the nighttime sky. I sat there much longer than I usually do, so enthralled in the dark sky, with it tiny sprinkle of stars cast throughout the deepening vastness; the faint glow from the distant city beyond the horizon. Peace. I looked down towards the backyard and saw something rather curious just beyond the fence by the alleyway. Someone was lurking just on the other side by the trashcans, as if trying to look for something, or hide whatever was in his hands.
It was nearing eleven. So, as quietly as I possibly could, I made my way downstairs, careful not to step on the creaky floorboard at the top of the steps, so not to wake up mother and father. I wasn't sure what this person was doing outside our fence, but my curiosity told me to take a look. Even from my window, the person looked vaguely familiar. But without a good look at his face, I couldn't quite put my finger on who it was.
I scampered through the kitchen and out the back door, careful not to let it slam shut behind me. I crept through the yard, feeling as if the tiny lot had suddenly bloomed into a deep, overgrown jungle. Finally, I reached the fence in the rear of the yard. Walking along it, I reached the spot where I knew there was a tiny, hallowed out knot in the wood so I could peer into the alley, virtually noticeably.
I looked left and right down the alleyway, but could not see any sign of the stranger. I looked down for a moment because I thought I had felt something around my ankles. Possibly just a bug crawling around. When I looked up again, I let out a huge gasp and ran back towards the house. An unknown eye had been peering right back towards me.
Not caring about subtlety this time, I flew through the kitchen, up the stairs, and burst into my parents room. I was blithering, talking so fast that I wasn't making any sense. Father did my best to calm me down, and mother brought me a glass of water. After a few minutes, I tried to explain what I just saw, but neither believed me. I wouldn't give up, but still, they wouldn't hear it, telling me it was just a nightmare. Finally, I grabbed father by the hand and dragged him downstairs and out to the backyard. It all happened so fast. He opened the gate to the alley, took a couple steps, then a deafening bang cracked through the silent night, and father collapsed in a heap. I scream, and cried, and fell over the unmoving mass, now lying in a sticky pool of it's own blood.
We found out later that the stranger was actually the neighbor, waiting for the "unknown suitor" of his wife's to come back after he shot out at him earlier in the evening. Being the nervous man that he was, he shot at the first person to enter the alley.
Another senseless killing.
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