More story...pt 2.
2. In the wake of everything going on, a parade of thoughts raced through my
head, though I was unable to make sense of any of them. Instead, I chose to
ignore them. On the outside I was a joking, fun person. Inside, I was falling
apart and rotting. Visions and memories seem to jumble together, and become a
clouded nightmare. I couldn't keep myself from wanting to see her. I became
over-obsessed with her daily routines and life. I found myself at her house,
at her work, while she was out with friends, watching her. I knew I was in the
wrong, but it felt right to me. None the less, life as usual needed me else
where.
I worked in an office, in a cubicle space with borders, for eight hours a day
this was my home. Again, I had work to do, and if it weren't for limits on
the use of our internet at work, I would have been looking at her on the net.
I ran through a picture or two of her everyday. I kept remembering everything
we went through. Pathetic. (Phone rings) "Hello?" "Hey dog, I just raped ya
mom and left her faceless, in a ditch, with my cock still in her ass" "Hey,
what's up Jake?" I smirked. "Just seeing what your plans were after work?" Now,
Let me run through a little info on Jake.
This fucking guy! He worked a "at home" computer job. So his day basically
consisted of sitting on his ass, well, at home, and getting paid for it. If you
ever needed someone to brighten your day, or needed someone to be brutally
assaulted with words, Jake is your first call. He is very blunt with his
jokes, when, your his friend. He likes to live a little more care-free. He is
however, both thought to be the possible cure for cancer, and the cause for
plagues at the same time. I still think he would rather cause plagues.
"I plan on heading home, I have no plans, so far." "Well let me know if
you feel like hitting up the store or anything." he spouted "No problem, I
should be out of here soon" "cool, let me know, later." After the phone clicked
off, I started to think about what I should do. In no longer than five minutes,
I started to remember what it was like when Bree would get home, but something
was wrong, I started to hear a loud high pitched noise and a sudden popping
noise. It jolted me out of my chair, I asked the nearest person what the noise
was?! Nothing, they heard nothing, and laughed at me thinking I was joking. So
now I am really confused.
To be continued.....
Comments very welcome, this would be my first real attempt, so I know I write like a n00b
head, though I was unable to make sense of any of them. Instead, I chose to
ignore them. On the outside I was a joking, fun person. Inside, I was falling
apart and rotting. Visions and memories seem to jumble together, and become a
clouded nightmare. I couldn't keep myself from wanting to see her. I became
over-obsessed with her daily routines and life. I found myself at her house,
at her work, while she was out with friends, watching her. I knew I was in the
wrong, but it felt right to me. None the less, life as usual needed me else
where.
I worked in an office, in a cubicle space with borders, for eight hours a day
this was my home. Again, I had work to do, and if it weren't for limits on
the use of our internet at work, I would have been looking at her on the net.
I ran through a picture or two of her everyday. I kept remembering everything
we went through. Pathetic. (Phone rings) "Hello?" "Hey dog, I just raped ya
mom and left her faceless, in a ditch, with my cock still in her ass" "Hey,
what's up Jake?" I smirked. "Just seeing what your plans were after work?" Now,
Let me run through a little info on Jake.
This fucking guy! He worked a "at home" computer job. So his day basically
consisted of sitting on his ass, well, at home, and getting paid for it. If you
ever needed someone to brighten your day, or needed someone to be brutally
assaulted with words, Jake is your first call. He is very blunt with his
jokes, when, your his friend. He likes to live a little more care-free. He is
however, both thought to be the possible cure for cancer, and the cause for
plagues at the same time. I still think he would rather cause plagues.
"I plan on heading home, I have no plans, so far." "Well let me know if
you feel like hitting up the store or anything." he spouted "No problem, I
should be out of here soon" "cool, let me know, later." After the phone clicked
off, I started to think about what I should do. In no longer than five minutes,
I started to remember what it was like when Bree would get home, but something
was wrong, I started to hear a loud high pitched noise and a sudden popping
noise. It jolted me out of my chair, I asked the nearest person what the noise
was?! Nothing, they heard nothing, and laughed at me thinking I was joking. So
now I am really confused.
To be continued.....
Comments very welcome, this would be my first real attempt, so I know I write like a n00b