Maybe I'm just being sangsty, my 3-day update.
Does anyone else get the feeling that life really sucks recently? Maybe it's just the fact that summer is drawing to a close, and I'm all fucking stressed about how things are going to work. For anyone who doesn't know, our counselors FAIL. They didn't tell me half of what I needed. So now I'm in deep shit. It's not like I did badly in school, I just didn't take all the stuff that I needed. Instead I took other extracarricular things. Journalism, Speech, etc. Now I'm doomed. Or so it feels like.
I guess I'm getting tired of not hanging out with anyone unless I like call them and go way out of my way to come and pick them up and take them home. I totally feel Delana and Chris. I've done something about 4 times this entire summer. The rest of the time has been spent at home on the phone with Lauren , Seth and Ashley, or talking to Derek, and Mallory on yahoo. For the most part no one else has really wanted to do anything. I can't complain too much though. I've beeen busy with work and writing and all that stuff. But it does seem as if I have SARS like I said in Chris's LJ.
Last night wasn't that great, to be honest. I kept making excuses and finally ended up giving in to peer pressure, and drank a little. I didn't really want to ever again, after the last time. This time was really no different. My stomache really hurt, and I don't feel good today. I was rather smooth about it though. I acted like I was pouring but the bottle was full enough so nothing came out. Mostly juice in my "drink". Matt ended up being a giant wuss and putting about a shot of it in his. It was just 60 proof cheap-o peach stuff. It tasted like crap and made my juice smell funny. Over about three hours I drank enough to be red in the face, and that was about it. I seriously doubt that I'll do it again, even if I have other motives in mind. That was most of my motivation for doing it last night actually. I mean, who doesnt want a hot boy, who's semi interested in doing stuff with you drunk? Gah. But In the long run it was stupid. And nothing happened anyway, I ended up sleeping in a random room with dogs that wouldnt leave me alone. It was just like sitting at home and watching TV, only most of the time I got annoyed with the rap music and thigns. At one point I actually came home, and was glad to be there. It took me an hour to get some clothes and stuff. Hehe. It doesn't matter though. Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today. I'm just going to block this experience from my mind.
Friday was grand. I was actually really depressed over Thursdays events, and didnt feel like going. I just sat around trying to will time to slow down a little. But to no avail. Lauren and Ashely really made me feel a lot better. I need to call them both after this. The concert was amazing, and probably the most fun any of us have had in a long time. We danced and made assses of ourselves churning butter and thigns. After that Ashley and I walked around and talked a whole lot, and eventuallly stumbled on to Jesse and Terri. We all rode rides, and hung out. I actually liked it. We talked to Monica, and when she was cleaning windows, we wrote on them so she would have to come back and talk to us. Our funnel cake icing actually LOOKED like spooge. It was great. And then there was this karaoke thing going on, and Ashley took a drink of rootbeer right as this guy started sining really badly. She sprayed it EVERYWHERE. I think I still have rootbeer and spooge all over my nice new clothes. Thanks Ashley.
Speaking of Terri, I guess we have some things in common about how we feel. Just about small things though. I'm kinda sad that she doesn't really seem to ever want to do anything anymore. I guess that was over the first few weeks of summer. I guess I wouldn't really want to either. I am annoying with my comments on thier... "affection" at times. Whatever. I'm sure it's nothing, and we'll get back into the swing of being friends again.
Speaking of Terri, I just finished Witch Hunter Robin. I have decided that I ♥ Witch Hunter Robin The ending kind of left me a little annoyed. I'm a closure kind of person. No closure there. Just a leg getting out of a car. Whatevers.
So yeah. Theres your three day update. Here is some of my lame writing. Tell me what you think.
Julia sat in her usual booth at Harry’s, sipping her usual drink. Pondering about the days events, she watched the other patrons in between thoughts and sipping. The chi tea was better here than on any other level of purgatory. Every day she made the journey here, to this little small café in the grey just to obtain this precious liquid.
The usual, and some not so usual flitted about with their business. Some came here for information, some came to get away from their problems. Julia came to relax. No one ever bothered anyone here, and furthermore she had known Harry in life. He was actually a wealthy banker at some point, but no one knew why he was here with all of the other people like her.
Julia noticed that her tea tasted a little different today and gave it a frown. The tea seemed to frown back at her. “What?” She said aloud.
Wondering if anyone heard, she glanced around the room. The only person who could have heard her was the man sitting at the table behind her. She thought she recognized the mass of black hair, and before she could react, it turned around to stare at her face.
“I just got them.” Said the man excitedly.
“So what?” Julia waved dismissively.
“Don’t you care,” he asked, seeming mildly offended “I was excited for you when you finally got yours.”
“Terry,” Julia sighed “I’m a combat type though. My first power was to blink out of existence for a few milliseconds. Yours is to make coffee frown at people, I just don’t see the comparison.”
Julia did also not notice how the tea was presently dancing about the table. With a wink the tea hopped from the table and dove down towards the wooden floor, and it’s demise.
“I can do that, too.” Terry said proudly.
Julia didn’t flinch when the tea hit the floor. “All of you magic types,” she said hotly “You’re all the same. Claiming that your powers make everyone else’s life easy and in truth all they do is complicate things.”
“Are you really still angry at your mother?” Terry asked, clearly overstepping his boundaries.
Julia promptly walked outside into the grey, leaving Terry sitting dumbfounded in his leather booth. Terry left Harry a tip for both parties and quickly followed.
“Why did you say that,” Julia demanded “You know how I feel about her.”
“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking.” Terry said apologetically.
He always does this, Julia thought he always makes me feel badly for being angry at him. It’s not like it’s his fault that I have issues, but he shouldn’t keep bringing them up.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again.”
Right then the torrential rain began to fall and soak the two.
“Gah.” was all Julia had time to get out before the rain stopped. Or at least that’s what it seemed like. Actually Terry was doing some form of ability.
“I can shield a small area if I need to.” he said proudly “Won’t it be nice not to ever worry about an umbrella, ever again?”
“I suppose so,” Julia said, slightly jealously “But you know I could kill you right were you stand, right?” Julia managed to get out as she threw a playful punch in Terry’s direction only to hit something solid that clearly wasn’t flesh.
“Try it.” Terry said, withdrawing his field.
Fit to be tied, Julia turned and skulked off into the dark alleyway right beside Harry’s.
“Julia, wait,” Terry said following her “I didn’t mean to sound like a jerk.”
“Well… you did.”
“I know, but I didn’t mean to.”
“Well… you still did it.”
Women, Terry thought to himself. Just then something made Terry stop. Julia’s keen senses picked up on the noise as well. “Did you hear that?” Julia asked in a hushed voice.
“Yeah.” Terry replied equally quiet.
Seemingly from nowhere came a noise like something cutting through the air very quickly. All too late Julia realized it was a knife, a knife that was now embedded in her right shoulder. Thinking quickly she crouched dodging several more knives.
“Are you okay?” Terry asked throwing up a small shield near the crouched over Julia.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Julia answered through her long black hair that was now over her pale face from crouching so quickly. To Julia’s amazement, Terry quickly threw up another barrier just in time to prevent a dagger from finding it’s mark in his face. What in the world. Yesterday he… he… he was just Terry. Nothing more. Just a normal guy. He couldn’t do any of this before… what happened?
“These guys aren’t very smart, are they?” Said Terry a bit too loudly. With a small grunt, suddenly Terry was right beside Julia on the ground.
“Clearly they’re smarter than you.” Julia said half laughing.
“Maybe.” Terry said concentrating.
“Let me,” Julia said grimacing from pain as she stood “I can do it.”
“Alright”
“Magnus ictus!” With that, several bright green knives shot forth from Julia’s body. Muffled cries of pain came from all directions. They emitted a strange glow in the darkness of the alleyway.
“What was that?” Terry asked slightly in awe.
“Mental Knives.” Julia said flatly “They gouge the mind, and make you think that you have a wound that you don’t.” Sure enough, there came a serious of “Oh, god’s!” and “I’m bleeding’s!” like none other.
“Oh.” Terry said slightly dumbfounded. “That’s, um, lovely Julia.”
“Tell me about it.” It’s not like I asked to be able to gouge peoples minds. I wish he would stop treating me like I’m some sort of freak.
“How did you know about your powers Julia?”
“You think now is the time to relive repressed memories?” Julia said almost angrily “What is wrong with you?”
“I guess I was just curious, that’s all.” Terry said unabashedly.
“Whatever. I didn’t even know I was in Purgatory for a really long time.”
“How?” Terry asked “I mean, it’s fairly obvious. It’s not like normal. You can’t even feel or taste anything.”
“But I didn’t really before.” Julia said quietly.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
Suddenly she was there, sitting in her shower again. She could feel the warm water cascade down her head, and into her eyes blurring the world around her. Blurring her reality and distorting the blackness. Not it wasn’t dark in the room by far. That was just the illusion that her feelings painted. Water cascading down her arms and turning red before going into the swirling darkness. Mixing and becoming something different. This was unholy…she knew… it was unholy.
“Oh. Okay. I just thought you did then. Clearly I’m hearing things.” Terry said sarcastically.
“Well even if you are hearing voices, they’re eventually going to realize that they’re not dying of mortal wounds.”
“Maybe we should leave?”
“That sounds good to me.” Julia said, getting to her feet in the process. Only before she could get fully up, she discovered that her body had very different ideas about what position it wanted to be in. Julia flinched and fell over.
“Are you alright?” Terry said rushing to Julia’s side.
“I’m fine. Get away.” She said swating at him.
“Alright Mrs. Crabby. I see what I get when I try to help you.”
“We’re only trying to help you Julia,” she could hear them “Only trying to understand you.”
Julia brushed away the echoes and started to walk back out towards the main street. Everything was different now that she had been attacked in the alleyway for no reason. Usually it took a lot to provoke most people here. Most of them just bid their time until they were gone. It just happened one day, you could be anywhere and when your time was up, you were gone.
“Why did those guys want to stab you so badly,” Terry asked. “Something you said?”
“I wish I knew. Maybe we could come to some form of understanding that way.” Julia smirked.
“I think you and I have different definitions of the word understanding, Julia.”
“Maybe we do, but that still doesn’t change the fact that if this doesn’t get some form of attention it’s going to get infected or something.”
“Oh. Right.” Terry said, closing his eyes
As quickly as it had been there, the dagger decided to vanish from Julia’s shoulder.
“Quite the medic now, are we?” Julia asked mockingly.
“Well obviously better than you, seeing as how you were the one with the dagger in you.” Terry said, equally mockingly.
Examining the dagger now in his hand, Terry stopped for a minute and frowned.
“Julia, this dagger is really strange looking.” Terry said, creasing his forehead. “These markings don’t look like anything I’ve ever seen.”
“Let me see it Terry,” Julia said stopping as well and coming back. “Wow. You’re right, this is really strange looking.” Julia turned the dagger in her hands, noting the quality of the blade. The metal shown blue even in the mostly dark alleyway. The blade was engraved with a waving pattern all the way down to the fringe of the blade, which had “Ubi sanctus diabolus suggero pariter immunda ictus” engraved on both sides.
“I wonder what this means,” Julia said thinking aloud “You don’t speak Latin do you Terry?”
“I took some in high school,” came the reply from the hulking mass that was Terry “But I never really learned any of it that well.” Terry was about as tall as anyone Julia had ever met, but had a gentle face with brown hair, and blue eyes.
“It’s a really nice knife thing though.”
“Until you have it stuck in you.”
“Yeah, I suppose that would ruin if for me too.”
As Julia and Terry approached the small flat that the two called home, she could have sworn that she saw some shadows shift in the darkness. Brushing it off as just her imagination, Julia continued towards their door.
“So Terry, how did you know you had powers?” Julia asked casually “You didn’t have them yesterday.”
“What?” Terry asked not paying attention.
“Your powers, when did they happen?”
“Oh.” Terry said, now understanding “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why not?” said Julia, slightly nonplussed “I’m like your best friend in the world.”
Before she could protest any further, Julia toppled to the ground. In a rush of confusion, Terry came to her side.
“Julia, you’re…you’re… cold looking.” Terry said flatly.
“Thank you.” Julia said, uncaring “You’re not the first to say so.”
With much effort and struggling, Terry finally managed to help Julia to her feet. Not that she was grateful for the assistance, but it was accomplished with the help of Terry. The two began their long march towards home. Each step taking longer than the last, and each one harder than the one before.
When the drudge march was nearly complete, the two once again felt safe talking.
“I don’t understand it,” Julia said annoyed “This wound should have closed by now. It’s not like I can die or anything.”
After what seemed like several minutes, the pair finally made it to Julia’s bedroom. It was small and dark, moderately resembling a prison cell in decoration. Terry honestly couldn’t see why anyone would want to stay in this small room as much as Julia did. It was dark, dank, and rather scary to him. Saying nothing he sat her on the bed and went for the lights.
“What the hell?” Julia said, in shock as the lights flicked on.
The wound on her shoulder had grown slightly bigger and was now black around the edges. The blackness made Julia shiver a little thinking about the fact that it was her own skin that was now that color.
“What is it?” Terry asked staring at the wound.
“I don’t know,” Julia said shortly “Hand me my cream.”
“Damn it Julia, you know I don’t like you doing that.”
“Who cares if it’s a sin,” Julia asked “That’s right, not me!”
“Give me the cream.” she said, this time in a more demanding tone.
It was so disgusting, watching her taking the cream out of it’s container. Terry knew on earth she had been addicted to drugs. But that was different, those gave you some form of pleasure. He remembered long ago when he had first discovered the joy of doing things behind his parents back. He had drank alcohol with a friend, and would never do it again. Or so he thought. He had done it several more times in his life, mostly just to fit in.
In his opinion that’s all it was about, fitting in. All of these addictions he had watch his peers struggle with, were just about being like everyone else. But it didn’t make her like everyone else. It made her stand out. Her special needs. She needed to go outside and smoke or go to this place to do that. They had to stop doing things because she was addicted to something. He knew that she chose to start this whole mess, and that there was no stopping her.
Every addict is the same, Terry though to himself they pretend that their addictions don’t affect everyone else but they really do. They make everyone else uncomfortable, they make everyone else worry about that person. They can’t see what they’ve done to friends and family members because they’re too caught up in their own fucking selfish choices. It never mattered what it was. I didn’t. Just that she was fitting in, or being different or whatever the hell she wanted to believe.
I know it not her fault that she’s this way. But I want her to see what life, or whatever it is we have here could be without this cream.
Julia noticed that Terry’s mood had changed a little since she had asked him to get her cream.
“What is it Terry,” Julia pried “Do you have something to say about the cream?”
“Julia,” Terry said quietly “You know how I feel about it, it’s wrong.”
“Is there any more right and wrong Terry?” Julia said, angry now “I mean look where we are were in purgatory for god’s sake. Not everyone just goes here because it’s the fun thing to do, Terry. We sinned and now this is what we have to deal with.”
“Julia you’re scaring me a little bit.”
“Good.” Julia said, unsympathetically “Terry something should frighten you. Look at this room. Is anything in it a colored?”
“Well no, but-”
“Exactly! Don’t you see it? When was the last time you ate an apple, or smelled the summer wind?”
“When I was…home,” Terry said slowly “But that was then, and this is now.”
With that Terry walked out of the room. He knew he didn’t want to be there when she did anything with the cream. He usually avoided it most days. Sure enough, there came screaming from the direction of Julia’s room within the next few seconds. There was no need for him to go and see if she was alright, because he knew exactly what was wrong, and why.
Terry crawled into the darkness that was his room, and for the first time in a long time, slept without the nightmares. Only morning came too soon, and thus another opportunity to create new nightmares.
That's just a little preview, tell me what you think. Anyway, I think I'm going to go to sleep now. Oh. If you havent ever played Dragon Warrior, you really need to. And then you need to get this song. :)
I guess I'm getting tired of not hanging out with anyone unless I like call them and go way out of my way to come and pick them up and take them home. I totally feel Delana and Chris. I've done something about 4 times this entire summer. The rest of the time has been spent at home on the phone with Lauren , Seth and Ashley, or talking to Derek, and Mallory on yahoo. For the most part no one else has really wanted to do anything. I can't complain too much though. I've beeen busy with work and writing and all that stuff. But it does seem as if I have SARS like I said in Chris's LJ.
Last night wasn't that great, to be honest. I kept making excuses and finally ended up giving in to peer pressure, and drank a little. I didn't really want to ever again, after the last time. This time was really no different. My stomache really hurt, and I don't feel good today. I was rather smooth about it though. I acted like I was pouring but the bottle was full enough so nothing came out. Mostly juice in my "drink". Matt ended up being a giant wuss and putting about a shot of it in his. It was just 60 proof cheap-o peach stuff. It tasted like crap and made my juice smell funny. Over about three hours I drank enough to be red in the face, and that was about it. I seriously doubt that I'll do it again, even if I have other motives in mind. That was most of my motivation for doing it last night actually. I mean, who doesnt want a hot boy, who's semi interested in doing stuff with you drunk? Gah. But In the long run it was stupid. And nothing happened anyway, I ended up sleeping in a random room with dogs that wouldnt leave me alone. It was just like sitting at home and watching TV, only most of the time I got annoyed with the rap music and thigns. At one point I actually came home, and was glad to be there. It took me an hour to get some clothes and stuff. Hehe. It doesn't matter though. Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today. I'm just going to block this experience from my mind.
Friday was grand. I was actually really depressed over Thursdays events, and didnt feel like going. I just sat around trying to will time to slow down a little. But to no avail. Lauren and Ashely really made me feel a lot better. I need to call them both after this. The concert was amazing, and probably the most fun any of us have had in a long time. We danced and made assses of ourselves churning butter and thigns. After that Ashley and I walked around and talked a whole lot, and eventuallly stumbled on to Jesse and Terri. We all rode rides, and hung out. I actually liked it. We talked to Monica, and when she was cleaning windows, we wrote on them so she would have to come back and talk to us. Our funnel cake icing actually LOOKED like spooge. It was great. And then there was this karaoke thing going on, and Ashley took a drink of rootbeer right as this guy started sining really badly. She sprayed it EVERYWHERE. I think I still have rootbeer and spooge all over my nice new clothes. Thanks Ashley.
Speaking of Terri, I guess we have some things in common about how we feel. Just about small things though. I'm kinda sad that she doesn't really seem to ever want to do anything anymore. I guess that was over the first few weeks of summer. I guess I wouldn't really want to either. I am annoying with my comments on thier... "affection" at times. Whatever. I'm sure it's nothing, and we'll get back into the swing of being friends again.
Speaking of Terri, I just finished Witch Hunter Robin. I have decided that I ♥ Witch Hunter Robin The ending kind of left me a little annoyed. I'm a closure kind of person. No closure there. Just a leg getting out of a car. Whatevers.
So yeah. Theres your three day update. Here is some of my lame writing. Tell me what you think.
Julia sat in her usual booth at Harry’s, sipping her usual drink. Pondering about the days events, she watched the other patrons in between thoughts and sipping. The chi tea was better here than on any other level of purgatory. Every day she made the journey here, to this little small café in the grey just to obtain this precious liquid.
The usual, and some not so usual flitted about with their business. Some came here for information, some came to get away from their problems. Julia came to relax. No one ever bothered anyone here, and furthermore she had known Harry in life. He was actually a wealthy banker at some point, but no one knew why he was here with all of the other people like her.
Julia noticed that her tea tasted a little different today and gave it a frown. The tea seemed to frown back at her. “What?” She said aloud.
Wondering if anyone heard, she glanced around the room. The only person who could have heard her was the man sitting at the table behind her. She thought she recognized the mass of black hair, and before she could react, it turned around to stare at her face.
“I just got them.” Said the man excitedly.
“So what?” Julia waved dismissively.
“Don’t you care,” he asked, seeming mildly offended “I was excited for you when you finally got yours.”
“Terry,” Julia sighed “I’m a combat type though. My first power was to blink out of existence for a few milliseconds. Yours is to make coffee frown at people, I just don’t see the comparison.”
Julia did also not notice how the tea was presently dancing about the table. With a wink the tea hopped from the table and dove down towards the wooden floor, and it’s demise.
“I can do that, too.” Terry said proudly.
Julia didn’t flinch when the tea hit the floor. “All of you magic types,” she said hotly “You’re all the same. Claiming that your powers make everyone else’s life easy and in truth all they do is complicate things.”
“Are you really still angry at your mother?” Terry asked, clearly overstepping his boundaries.
Julia promptly walked outside into the grey, leaving Terry sitting dumbfounded in his leather booth. Terry left Harry a tip for both parties and quickly followed.
“Why did you say that,” Julia demanded “You know how I feel about her.”
“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking.” Terry said apologetically.
He always does this, Julia thought he always makes me feel badly for being angry at him. It’s not like it’s his fault that I have issues, but he shouldn’t keep bringing them up.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again.”
Right then the torrential rain began to fall and soak the two.
“Gah.” was all Julia had time to get out before the rain stopped. Or at least that’s what it seemed like. Actually Terry was doing some form of ability.
“I can shield a small area if I need to.” he said proudly “Won’t it be nice not to ever worry about an umbrella, ever again?”
“I suppose so,” Julia said, slightly jealously “But you know I could kill you right were you stand, right?” Julia managed to get out as she threw a playful punch in Terry’s direction only to hit something solid that clearly wasn’t flesh.
“Try it.” Terry said, withdrawing his field.
Fit to be tied, Julia turned and skulked off into the dark alleyway right beside Harry’s.
“Julia, wait,” Terry said following her “I didn’t mean to sound like a jerk.”
“Well… you did.”
“I know, but I didn’t mean to.”
“Well… you still did it.”
Women, Terry thought to himself. Just then something made Terry stop. Julia’s keen senses picked up on the noise as well. “Did you hear that?” Julia asked in a hushed voice.
“Yeah.” Terry replied equally quiet.
Seemingly from nowhere came a noise like something cutting through the air very quickly. All too late Julia realized it was a knife, a knife that was now embedded in her right shoulder. Thinking quickly she crouched dodging several more knives.
“Are you okay?” Terry asked throwing up a small shield near the crouched over Julia.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Julia answered through her long black hair that was now over her pale face from crouching so quickly. To Julia’s amazement, Terry quickly threw up another barrier just in time to prevent a dagger from finding it’s mark in his face. What in the world. Yesterday he… he… he was just Terry. Nothing more. Just a normal guy. He couldn’t do any of this before… what happened?
“These guys aren’t very smart, are they?” Said Terry a bit too loudly. With a small grunt, suddenly Terry was right beside Julia on the ground.
“Clearly they’re smarter than you.” Julia said half laughing.
“Maybe.” Terry said concentrating.
“Let me,” Julia said grimacing from pain as she stood “I can do it.”
“Alright”
“Magnus ictus!” With that, several bright green knives shot forth from Julia’s body. Muffled cries of pain came from all directions. They emitted a strange glow in the darkness of the alleyway.
“What was that?” Terry asked slightly in awe.
“Mental Knives.” Julia said flatly “They gouge the mind, and make you think that you have a wound that you don’t.” Sure enough, there came a serious of “Oh, god’s!” and “I’m bleeding’s!” like none other.
“Oh.” Terry said slightly dumbfounded. “That’s, um, lovely Julia.”
“Tell me about it.” It’s not like I asked to be able to gouge peoples minds. I wish he would stop treating me like I’m some sort of freak.
“How did you know about your powers Julia?”
“You think now is the time to relive repressed memories?” Julia said almost angrily “What is wrong with you?”
“I guess I was just curious, that’s all.” Terry said unabashedly.
“Whatever. I didn’t even know I was in Purgatory for a really long time.”
“How?” Terry asked “I mean, it’s fairly obvious. It’s not like normal. You can’t even feel or taste anything.”
“But I didn’t really before.” Julia said quietly.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
Suddenly she was there, sitting in her shower again. She could feel the warm water cascade down her head, and into her eyes blurring the world around her. Blurring her reality and distorting the blackness. Not it wasn’t dark in the room by far. That was just the illusion that her feelings painted. Water cascading down her arms and turning red before going into the swirling darkness. Mixing and becoming something different. This was unholy…she knew… it was unholy.
“Oh. Okay. I just thought you did then. Clearly I’m hearing things.” Terry said sarcastically.
“Well even if you are hearing voices, they’re eventually going to realize that they’re not dying of mortal wounds.”
“Maybe we should leave?”
“That sounds good to me.” Julia said, getting to her feet in the process. Only before she could get fully up, she discovered that her body had very different ideas about what position it wanted to be in. Julia flinched and fell over.
“Are you alright?” Terry said rushing to Julia’s side.
“I’m fine. Get away.” She said swating at him.
“Alright Mrs. Crabby. I see what I get when I try to help you.”
“We’re only trying to help you Julia,” she could hear them “Only trying to understand you.”
Julia brushed away the echoes and started to walk back out towards the main street. Everything was different now that she had been attacked in the alleyway for no reason. Usually it took a lot to provoke most people here. Most of them just bid their time until they were gone. It just happened one day, you could be anywhere and when your time was up, you were gone.
“Why did those guys want to stab you so badly,” Terry asked. “Something you said?”
“I wish I knew. Maybe we could come to some form of understanding that way.” Julia smirked.
“I think you and I have different definitions of the word understanding, Julia.”
“Maybe we do, but that still doesn’t change the fact that if this doesn’t get some form of attention it’s going to get infected or something.”
“Oh. Right.” Terry said, closing his eyes
As quickly as it had been there, the dagger decided to vanish from Julia’s shoulder.
“Quite the medic now, are we?” Julia asked mockingly.
“Well obviously better than you, seeing as how you were the one with the dagger in you.” Terry said, equally mockingly.
Examining the dagger now in his hand, Terry stopped for a minute and frowned.
“Julia, this dagger is really strange looking.” Terry said, creasing his forehead. “These markings don’t look like anything I’ve ever seen.”
“Let me see it Terry,” Julia said stopping as well and coming back. “Wow. You’re right, this is really strange looking.” Julia turned the dagger in her hands, noting the quality of the blade. The metal shown blue even in the mostly dark alleyway. The blade was engraved with a waving pattern all the way down to the fringe of the blade, which had “Ubi sanctus diabolus suggero pariter immunda ictus” engraved on both sides.
“I wonder what this means,” Julia said thinking aloud “You don’t speak Latin do you Terry?”
“I took some in high school,” came the reply from the hulking mass that was Terry “But I never really learned any of it that well.” Terry was about as tall as anyone Julia had ever met, but had a gentle face with brown hair, and blue eyes.
“It’s a really nice knife thing though.”
“Until you have it stuck in you.”
“Yeah, I suppose that would ruin if for me too.”
As Julia and Terry approached the small flat that the two called home, she could have sworn that she saw some shadows shift in the darkness. Brushing it off as just her imagination, Julia continued towards their door.
“So Terry, how did you know you had powers?” Julia asked casually “You didn’t have them yesterday.”
“What?” Terry asked not paying attention.
“Your powers, when did they happen?”
“Oh.” Terry said, now understanding “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why not?” said Julia, slightly nonplussed “I’m like your best friend in the world.”
Before she could protest any further, Julia toppled to the ground. In a rush of confusion, Terry came to her side.
“Julia, you’re…you’re… cold looking.” Terry said flatly.
“Thank you.” Julia said, uncaring “You’re not the first to say so.”
With much effort and struggling, Terry finally managed to help Julia to her feet. Not that she was grateful for the assistance, but it was accomplished with the help of Terry. The two began their long march towards home. Each step taking longer than the last, and each one harder than the one before.
When the drudge march was nearly complete, the two once again felt safe talking.
“I don’t understand it,” Julia said annoyed “This wound should have closed by now. It’s not like I can die or anything.”
After what seemed like several minutes, the pair finally made it to Julia’s bedroom. It was small and dark, moderately resembling a prison cell in decoration. Terry honestly couldn’t see why anyone would want to stay in this small room as much as Julia did. It was dark, dank, and rather scary to him. Saying nothing he sat her on the bed and went for the lights.
“What the hell?” Julia said, in shock as the lights flicked on.
The wound on her shoulder had grown slightly bigger and was now black around the edges. The blackness made Julia shiver a little thinking about the fact that it was her own skin that was now that color.
“What is it?” Terry asked staring at the wound.
“I don’t know,” Julia said shortly “Hand me my cream.”
“Damn it Julia, you know I don’t like you doing that.”
“Who cares if it’s a sin,” Julia asked “That’s right, not me!”
“Give me the cream.” she said, this time in a more demanding tone.
It was so disgusting, watching her taking the cream out of it’s container. Terry knew on earth she had been addicted to drugs. But that was different, those gave you some form of pleasure. He remembered long ago when he had first discovered the joy of doing things behind his parents back. He had drank alcohol with a friend, and would never do it again. Or so he thought. He had done it several more times in his life, mostly just to fit in.
In his opinion that’s all it was about, fitting in. All of these addictions he had watch his peers struggle with, were just about being like everyone else. But it didn’t make her like everyone else. It made her stand out. Her special needs. She needed to go outside and smoke or go to this place to do that. They had to stop doing things because she was addicted to something. He knew that she chose to start this whole mess, and that there was no stopping her.
Every addict is the same, Terry though to himself they pretend that their addictions don’t affect everyone else but they really do. They make everyone else uncomfortable, they make everyone else worry about that person. They can’t see what they’ve done to friends and family members because they’re too caught up in their own fucking selfish choices. It never mattered what it was. I didn’t. Just that she was fitting in, or being different or whatever the hell she wanted to believe.
I know it not her fault that she’s this way. But I want her to see what life, or whatever it is we have here could be without this cream.
Julia noticed that Terry’s mood had changed a little since she had asked him to get her cream.
“What is it Terry,” Julia pried “Do you have something to say about the cream?”
“Julia,” Terry said quietly “You know how I feel about it, it’s wrong.”
“Is there any more right and wrong Terry?” Julia said, angry now “I mean look where we are were in purgatory for god’s sake. Not everyone just goes here because it’s the fun thing to do, Terry. We sinned and now this is what we have to deal with.”
“Julia you’re scaring me a little bit.”
“Good.” Julia said, unsympathetically “Terry something should frighten you. Look at this room. Is anything in it a colored?”
“Well no, but-”
“Exactly! Don’t you see it? When was the last time you ate an apple, or smelled the summer wind?”
“When I was…home,” Terry said slowly “But that was then, and this is now.”
With that Terry walked out of the room. He knew he didn’t want to be there when she did anything with the cream. He usually avoided it most days. Sure enough, there came screaming from the direction of Julia’s room within the next few seconds. There was no need for him to go and see if she was alright, because he knew exactly what was wrong, and why.
Terry crawled into the darkness that was his room, and for the first time in a long time, slept without the nightmares. Only morning came too soon, and thus another opportunity to create new nightmares.
That's just a little preview, tell me what you think. Anyway, I think I'm going to go to sleep now. Oh. If you havent ever played Dragon Warrior, you really need to. And then you need to get this song. :)