knight in shinning armor
Twirling around the stop sign on the northwest corner of the school, like a ballerina, graceful. I departed from the long stick that was causing my overwhelming desire to vomit; standing there, I looked like a two-dollar hooker, waiting for the next customers, as shown in the movies. I was innocent w2ith my home made skirt and my spinning like a juvenile in a school yard; yet I was mature, because of the role I was portraying at the time, mature in a very easy way. I was thirsty for love; I’d take it from anyone who offered the cantina, no matter what was in it.
Speeding down the street toward the corner, a white van swerved in and out, and finally reaching a halt next to the curb, I was a mere foot from the curb, the window seemed to take an eternity to finally recede. I saw him in the shadows; mysterious at first, then I saw his handsome face and nicely chiseled features. Hair bleached, sunglasses occupying the space where his eyes glow, AC/DC printed on is black shirt and tight denim pants. Wondering why he was starring at me, I sat down while waiting for my escape, the harsh pavement having no sympathy for my unpleasant imposition.
He sat in his car mesmerized at some miraculous sighting, something someone would take a minute out of their day to just look at, like Niagara Falls, Mt. Everest, or a rose. But, there was no such thing in the direction his eyes see to sway. What was so beautiful that nothing else mattered?
I decided to ask the young, creepy gentleman, what the hell he was looking at. I slid my hands on the window seal, and asked in an inquisitive notion, “What are you so intrigued by? Why are you looking at whatever you’re looking at like you can’t keep your eyes off it?”
“I… I was looking at you.” He said in a deep quiet uncertain voice, like he was embarrassed and didn’t realize he was staring so obviously.
“Well, why is what I’m really after, I guess. What do I have something on my face or something? This doesn’t really make sense to me? Can you explain it to me? Why do you look dazed and confused when you look at me? What, you don’t know how someone like me could even show her ugly face in public, just because you probably have every girl like in love with you doesn’t mean that I can’t have a boy friend, and you really should judge someone before you get to know them. ” I asked, trying not to appear stupid but more or less failed.
“Neither should you, I thought you were breath taking, that’s why I was starring, sorry if I offended you. And I’m sorry you have a boy friend as well. And dazed and confused, good movie. One of Ben Afflacks better movies, he’s kind of stupid.” He said in an apologetic voice.
I was baffled, “I don’t understand what the catch is? What do you want from me?” I realized that the imaginary role I was playing could have been perceived as real. “Well whatever you had in mind, I’m not doing, pervert.”
He looked stunned, appalled and then crushed. That’s how I felt after I confessed my secret love went unrequited. The guilt transported down to my stomach I knew I would have to apologize or forever wallow in my own moral distress.
“I’m… I’m really sorry, I know how it feels to be rejected, but for some older guy to tell a young girl, something she’s never heard may be taken as weird.”
“Or fate, do you want to get to know an adoring fan such as myself?” he said hopeful the line would make me blush and succeeded. He motioned with his hand for me to enter the automobile.
“Umm, I can’t, not now, wait for someone. Also, I never ride with strangers. Bye.”
“Well, can I have your phone number or email, so I won’t be a stranger and we can go out sometime?”
“Umm, I guess there’s no harm in that, right?” I wrote my email on a scrap of paper, undoubtedly my face turning more bright red with every letter, from embarrassment.
After an hour of painfully boring homework, I gravitated toward my haven, my computer. Surprisingly there was this new screen name asking for permission to talk to me. It was from someone I’ve never heard of I clicked on…
Silverknight: hi
Fantasia: hey
Silverknight: this is the guy from the street in case you didn’t know.
Silverknight: I like your SN how’d you come up with it?
Fantasia: Oh, have you ever heard of the movie the never-ending story? Well, fantasia is human fantasy and I got it from that movie.
Silverknight: then you like fantasy? Why?
Fantasia: umm yeah I guess, because it broadens human borders, almost brings hope that there’s something better. Why?
Silverknight: because some people who rely on fantasy, do it because they aren’t happy with reality.
Fantasia: it’s just a name that I got from a movie ok? Maybe there isn’t a deeper meaning, maybe I just like it.
Fantasia: What’s up with your SN anyway?
Silverknight: I guess I’m one of the people, I described. I like pretending to be a knight in shinning armor and be a hero.
WOW! This guy with his poetic dialogue and romantic perception makes me melt, he’s so perfect. I wonder if he desires the same important morals as me.
Fantasia: So, what do you believe in, do you have any morals?
Silverknight: 1. I don’t care about religion, I think what you personally believe, “god,” “hell,” or “heaven,” can all be true to all different religions and all the after lives are customized for what you believe in. If you truly believe you deserve to go to hell because you need to pay eternally, then you will. If you truly believe that you are a decent person, not perfect, but deserve to be happy then it will.
2. I think it’s ridiculous to take anything too serious, you only get one life, have fun and be happy. All of this shit, discrimination, hate, peace, politics, all of it really doesn’t matter, all that matter is what you do in life, and being happy, happy being whatever you define it as.
3. I think everyone should have the same rights no matter what, we were all born human, we all deserve to be treated the same. (That includes marriage)
4. Art and movies and creative things are very important to me!
It was like he was reading my innermost beliefs, nothing I’ve ever said. He was the perfect match for me, and I could tell that I all ready liked him. He was amazing.
Fantasia: Wow, I believe in all of that! If there is such a thing as a soul mate I believe I have found mine.haha
Silverknight: lol, soul mates exist if you want them to…
Fantasia: maybe
Silverknight: well, would you like to see if maybe I’m yours? Do you wanna go for ice cream or something?
I debated for a few seconds, and finally came to the conclusion that there was nothing to fear. What’s the worst thing that can happen?
Fantasia: ok, I can’t pass up a chance to fall in love right?
Silverknight: awesome! When do you want to? We can go after you get out of school.
Fantasia: oh, I thought you went to my school? Then what were you doing there?
Silverknight: I was waiting for a friend to get out; I take 1-6 periods.
Fantasia: I take 1-7 its fun I want to do as much as I can and get into a good college.
Silver: I wish I had that attitude when I was younger, maybe I’d be better off.
Fantasia: You’ll be fine, I can tell. So, I guess we can meat after school.
Silverknight: yeah that sounds awesome! Ok, then it’s a date…
Fantasia: yeah, so my mom’s calling me for dinner so I g2g see ya.
After my computer had slipped into a deep sleep, and rushed to the bathroom for some much needed privacy. I leaned against the wall, out of breath and out of reality. This dream guy carried me away from anything containing despair or loneliness, like my life.
After a deathly boring day at school, I found my own personal sanctuary where I was able to be content. My night in shinning armor had finally arrived to rescue me from the evil lord who had wrongfully imprisoned me. Away we galloped in his new white mustang, my curly brown hair flowing as we road off into the sunset, any girl’s ideal “happily ever after.”
If only real life could be a fairy tale, but that would contradict the definition of reality. There must be evil, there must be despair, and sometimes, the villain must prevail over the hero.
We drove around for about 15 minutes, trying to find this particular fast food restaurant called “Sonic burger thins really awesome place where they serve your meal on roller skates like they use to do in the 50’s,” according to my knight in shinning armor.
“Hey beautiful, wanna just get some ice cream at my house, I have this awesome movie we can watch while we eat.” He said in a failing tone, after he gave up on finding the sonic burger.
Against my better judgment, I agreed to it. It seemed like I was a character in a horror movie, the go into the dark spooky room with no electricity even though they have no chance of surviving, they just have to the satisfactory thrill, it wasn’t that I wanted to go, it was that I wanted an adventure that bad.
The car rolled to a complete stop, I dropped my lipstick, bent down to retrieve it and when I lifted my head, like a playful dolphin. I looked up at him, holding the door open for me as if I was the most beautiful princess in all the land. That simple gesture made all my doubts fade.
He brought the delicious ice cream, my taste buds tingling with every scoop. I admired his poser in his room and took a seat on his soft bed. As he walked over toward me, from the door way, he didn’t blink, he got to the bed and looked at me as if he was a starving lion and I was the sick antelope. He eyes appeared to turn a fire red, burning through anything thing that dare stand in its path.
I tried to crawl away, thinking he would desist in his actions but he kept accelerating towards me. Before I knew it he forced himself on me, I struggled, hit him, screamed, pleaded, but it was no use, and he was an emotionless monster, incapable of feeling remorse or guilt.
After about what seemed like ten minutes of me screaming, I bit his tongue his blood (surprisingly intact) dripped into my mouth and he retreated. I fled as well, but not before he reached for a pocket knife on the table. I ran out side the house, he caught up with me, and I felt his hand and this sharp pain in my back. I fell to the ground I must have blacked out after, because all I remember was hearing sirens. I saw this nice young man dressed in white and very clean, reassuring me that everything would be ok.
A little later I found my self in this brightly lit, noisy corridor. When I finally relies that I’m in a hospital, because of my soul mate trying to kill my by stabbing me, I started to cry.
After all of it, the worst thing that happened to me was hearing my mom whisper into my ear, “I’ll always love you and I’m sorry this happened,” as I slowly drifted into death. I was so thirsty for love, that I sacrificed everyone else’s feelings so that I could have a little sip.
Perfect, doesn’t exist, just some human illusion. We made these things up to help us cope with the fact that everything is a simple as having fun. We make things more complicated then necessary, with love, religion and perfection, everything our society is, all of it, really doesn’t matter, it all comes down to you and what decisions you make, to be as happy as you can.
Speeding down the street toward the corner, a white van swerved in and out, and finally reaching a halt next to the curb, I was a mere foot from the curb, the window seemed to take an eternity to finally recede. I saw him in the shadows; mysterious at first, then I saw his handsome face and nicely chiseled features. Hair bleached, sunglasses occupying the space where his eyes glow, AC/DC printed on is black shirt and tight denim pants. Wondering why he was starring at me, I sat down while waiting for my escape, the harsh pavement having no sympathy for my unpleasant imposition.
He sat in his car mesmerized at some miraculous sighting, something someone would take a minute out of their day to just look at, like Niagara Falls, Mt. Everest, or a rose. But, there was no such thing in the direction his eyes see to sway. What was so beautiful that nothing else mattered?
I decided to ask the young, creepy gentleman, what the hell he was looking at. I slid my hands on the window seal, and asked in an inquisitive notion, “What are you so intrigued by? Why are you looking at whatever you’re looking at like you can’t keep your eyes off it?”
“I… I was looking at you.” He said in a deep quiet uncertain voice, like he was embarrassed and didn’t realize he was staring so obviously.
“Well, why is what I’m really after, I guess. What do I have something on my face or something? This doesn’t really make sense to me? Can you explain it to me? Why do you look dazed and confused when you look at me? What, you don’t know how someone like me could even show her ugly face in public, just because you probably have every girl like in love with you doesn’t mean that I can’t have a boy friend, and you really should judge someone before you get to know them. ” I asked, trying not to appear stupid but more or less failed.
“Neither should you, I thought you were breath taking, that’s why I was starring, sorry if I offended you. And I’m sorry you have a boy friend as well. And dazed and confused, good movie. One of Ben Afflacks better movies, he’s kind of stupid.” He said in an apologetic voice.
I was baffled, “I don’t understand what the catch is? What do you want from me?” I realized that the imaginary role I was playing could have been perceived as real. “Well whatever you had in mind, I’m not doing, pervert.”
He looked stunned, appalled and then crushed. That’s how I felt after I confessed my secret love went unrequited. The guilt transported down to my stomach I knew I would have to apologize or forever wallow in my own moral distress.
“I’m… I’m really sorry, I know how it feels to be rejected, but for some older guy to tell a young girl, something she’s never heard may be taken as weird.”
“Or fate, do you want to get to know an adoring fan such as myself?” he said hopeful the line would make me blush and succeeded. He motioned with his hand for me to enter the automobile.
“Umm, I can’t, not now, wait for someone. Also, I never ride with strangers. Bye.”
“Well, can I have your phone number or email, so I won’t be a stranger and we can go out sometime?”
“Umm, I guess there’s no harm in that, right?” I wrote my email on a scrap of paper, undoubtedly my face turning more bright red with every letter, from embarrassment.
After an hour of painfully boring homework, I gravitated toward my haven, my computer. Surprisingly there was this new screen name asking for permission to talk to me. It was from someone I’ve never heard of I clicked on…
Silverknight: hi
Fantasia: hey
Silverknight: this is the guy from the street in case you didn’t know.
Silverknight: I like your SN how’d you come up with it?
Fantasia: Oh, have you ever heard of the movie the never-ending story? Well, fantasia is human fantasy and I got it from that movie.
Silverknight: then you like fantasy? Why?
Fantasia: umm yeah I guess, because it broadens human borders, almost brings hope that there’s something better. Why?
Silverknight: because some people who rely on fantasy, do it because they aren’t happy with reality.
Fantasia: it’s just a name that I got from a movie ok? Maybe there isn’t a deeper meaning, maybe I just like it.
Fantasia: What’s up with your SN anyway?
Silverknight: I guess I’m one of the people, I described. I like pretending to be a knight in shinning armor and be a hero.
WOW! This guy with his poetic dialogue and romantic perception makes me melt, he’s so perfect. I wonder if he desires the same important morals as me.
Fantasia: So, what do you believe in, do you have any morals?
Silverknight: 1. I don’t care about religion, I think what you personally believe, “god,” “hell,” or “heaven,” can all be true to all different religions and all the after lives are customized for what you believe in. If you truly believe you deserve to go to hell because you need to pay eternally, then you will. If you truly believe that you are a decent person, not perfect, but deserve to be happy then it will.
2. I think it’s ridiculous to take anything too serious, you only get one life, have fun and be happy. All of this shit, discrimination, hate, peace, politics, all of it really doesn’t matter, all that matter is what you do in life, and being happy, happy being whatever you define it as.
3. I think everyone should have the same rights no matter what, we were all born human, we all deserve to be treated the same. (That includes marriage)
4. Art and movies and creative things are very important to me!
It was like he was reading my innermost beliefs, nothing I’ve ever said. He was the perfect match for me, and I could tell that I all ready liked him. He was amazing.
Fantasia: Wow, I believe in all of that! If there is such a thing as a soul mate I believe I have found mine.haha
Silverknight: lol, soul mates exist if you want them to…
Fantasia: maybe
Silverknight: well, would you like to see if maybe I’m yours? Do you wanna go for ice cream or something?
I debated for a few seconds, and finally came to the conclusion that there was nothing to fear. What’s the worst thing that can happen?
Fantasia: ok, I can’t pass up a chance to fall in love right?
Silverknight: awesome! When do you want to? We can go after you get out of school.
Fantasia: oh, I thought you went to my school? Then what were you doing there?
Silverknight: I was waiting for a friend to get out; I take 1-6 periods.
Fantasia: I take 1-7 its fun I want to do as much as I can and get into a good college.
Silver: I wish I had that attitude when I was younger, maybe I’d be better off.
Fantasia: You’ll be fine, I can tell. So, I guess we can meat after school.
Silverknight: yeah that sounds awesome! Ok, then it’s a date…
Fantasia: yeah, so my mom’s calling me for dinner so I g2g see ya.
After my computer had slipped into a deep sleep, and rushed to the bathroom for some much needed privacy. I leaned against the wall, out of breath and out of reality. This dream guy carried me away from anything containing despair or loneliness, like my life.
After a deathly boring day at school, I found my own personal sanctuary where I was able to be content. My night in shinning armor had finally arrived to rescue me from the evil lord who had wrongfully imprisoned me. Away we galloped in his new white mustang, my curly brown hair flowing as we road off into the sunset, any girl’s ideal “happily ever after.”
If only real life could be a fairy tale, but that would contradict the definition of reality. There must be evil, there must be despair, and sometimes, the villain must prevail over the hero.
We drove around for about 15 minutes, trying to find this particular fast food restaurant called “Sonic burger thins really awesome place where they serve your meal on roller skates like they use to do in the 50’s,” according to my knight in shinning armor.
“Hey beautiful, wanna just get some ice cream at my house, I have this awesome movie we can watch while we eat.” He said in a failing tone, after he gave up on finding the sonic burger.
Against my better judgment, I agreed to it. It seemed like I was a character in a horror movie, the go into the dark spooky room with no electricity even though they have no chance of surviving, they just have to the satisfactory thrill, it wasn’t that I wanted to go, it was that I wanted an adventure that bad.
The car rolled to a complete stop, I dropped my lipstick, bent down to retrieve it and when I lifted my head, like a playful dolphin. I looked up at him, holding the door open for me as if I was the most beautiful princess in all the land. That simple gesture made all my doubts fade.
He brought the delicious ice cream, my taste buds tingling with every scoop. I admired his poser in his room and took a seat on his soft bed. As he walked over toward me, from the door way, he didn’t blink, he got to the bed and looked at me as if he was a starving lion and I was the sick antelope. He eyes appeared to turn a fire red, burning through anything thing that dare stand in its path.
I tried to crawl away, thinking he would desist in his actions but he kept accelerating towards me. Before I knew it he forced himself on me, I struggled, hit him, screamed, pleaded, but it was no use, and he was an emotionless monster, incapable of feeling remorse or guilt.
After about what seemed like ten minutes of me screaming, I bit his tongue his blood (surprisingly intact) dripped into my mouth and he retreated. I fled as well, but not before he reached for a pocket knife on the table. I ran out side the house, he caught up with me, and I felt his hand and this sharp pain in my back. I fell to the ground I must have blacked out after, because all I remember was hearing sirens. I saw this nice young man dressed in white and very clean, reassuring me that everything would be ok.
A little later I found my self in this brightly lit, noisy corridor. When I finally relies that I’m in a hospital, because of my soul mate trying to kill my by stabbing me, I started to cry.
After all of it, the worst thing that happened to me was hearing my mom whisper into my ear, “I’ll always love you and I’m sorry this happened,” as I slowly drifted into death. I was so thirsty for love, that I sacrificed everyone else’s feelings so that I could have a little sip.
Perfect, doesn’t exist, just some human illusion. We made these things up to help us cope with the fact that everything is a simple as having fun. We make things more complicated then necessary, with love, religion and perfection, everything our society is, all of it, really doesn’t matter, it all comes down to you and what decisions you make, to be as happy as you can.