Diarrhea of the Mouth.

[Part 2 to 11475-12]

2008-07-24T02:58:59Z

“Did you hear? There’s some girl in the hospital down the street, who just came out of nowhere…”

“Yeah, and she was wearing our school uniform!”

“They say she’s an angel.”

“No, dummy, that’s her name.”
“Angel? What kind of name is that?”

“Well, what kind of name is Lawrence?”

Jack could hear the giggling and gossiping as he left the high school grounds on the #42 bus. Everyone had been talking about the incident that happened this morning. The young, blonde woman with their school uniform, who lay in the street… It was the strangest thing to ever happen to the metropolis-like city. You would think with a city as large as theirs, there would be crazy things happening all the time! The weirdest thing to ever happen was on Halloween, last year. A burglar dressed in a Mysterio costume tried to rob the nearby liquor store for some bread, just like the villain from the Marvel comics. Of course, with such an unusual costume, the police caught him in no time. But before Jack could think any further on it, the bus stopped.

“Alright, git out o’ ‘ere! Don’t want nobody telling no ghost stories on my bus!” Marianne, the bus driver, flashed a grin before opening the doors.

“Oh, and Jack. Don’t ferget to tell yer father I says ‘hello’ now.”

“I won’t, Miss Marianne.”

His father, Harold Benson, was the owner of the biggest company in the city – Animatron Enterprises. Ever since grade school, when Miss Marianne found out who his father was, she always told Jack to tell Mr. Benson ‘hello’ for her. Jack stepped off the bus with the rest of the students and began to walk home. Luckily, the bus didn’t stop too far from it; only a block or so was left to walk.

When he got to his driveway, he remembered to turn on the sprinkler system. Taking slow steps towards his garage, suddenly he heard a loud crash, and whirled around to see chunks of the hospital roof scatter, and a streak of light leave the building. Up, up it climbed before the glare of the sun prevented on-lookers from watching anymore.

Turning back to the garage, Jack only managed to put the passcode in to open the door before another loud crash erupted from his lawn. Slowly, he peeked around to see the young woman from that morning standing in a medium-sized crater that was his from lawn. He could barely talk, just staring bewilderedly.

“Hello, Jack Benson.”

Dream [Part 2 to Stolen].

2008-07-23T10:42:13Z

The body that lay there had no pulse and no breath in it. With the gaping hole in the chest, it was clear the girl was dead and the man responsible had walked away with no remorse. And yet her soul was still alive, and it poured from her body in a white light. It spilled onto the floor and gathered into a feminine shape, illuminating the area in a ghostly glow. Before her death, the girl had been travelling the Path of Least Resistance, but here it stopped at the corpse. Another took its place, one of great treachery, and many dangers. Sharp, jagged rocks protruded from the unstable ground, glass shards strewed about. It was extremely unsafe, as any man with a quarter of a brain would assume. There were undoubtedly wild things on the Path of Certain Doom, things that grew there and things that hungered. The celestial spirit of the girl continued onward though, confident that it would not be affected by the natural order of the unkempt path, being just a soul after all. But as soon as the soul’s foot stepped on to the glass, much to its demise… The glass cut into the form, sending a brilliant pain through the being. And so the journey to the other side began.

Three months into the journey, and no sign of an exit to the horrible ordeal. The soul’s glow was dimmed, weak and weary. How much longer would this terrible path go on? Only time could tell you that. The path had twisted and turned, it flipped and flopped, it circled and became a maze, with daggers as the walls. One slip and the soul would be skewered. Like an open flame, the temperature boiled the air around the spirit. And it dragged on.

Finally! Six month in total before seeing the reassuring light. But the soul was worn now. There was little hope left. It had been deceived, and betrayed, and had succumbed to many a devilish thing. It was beaten and torn and chewed up and spit out. There was nothing left to lose now, and was questioning what there was to gain at the end.

‘Why did I leave the Path of Least Resistance? Why?!’

But seeing that light stirred something inside. Something that wanted to keep going. And so the soul brought forward a heavy foot, and kept going. Slowly, but surely, it came closer and closer to the light. Only a yard from the bright flash of white, and out of nowhere, ivy vines came slithering towards the wandering form. They wanted to keep their new found pet from leaving, so as her left foot came up to take another step, they coiled around it, tripping the celestial body. It fell with a heavy thud. But the light gave it the determination to grasp at the ground and pull forward. The vines pulled as well, slowing the process down. A hand thrown forward to claw into the dirt, and a corresponding foot lurched forward to dig into the soil. Together they both pulled and pushed to launch the body a foot forward. The vine was pulled taut, but another pair of arm and leg continued up to pull and push. The spirit proved stronger than the plant, as it snapped, releasing the form. Picking itself up, the spirit was only a few feet from the light now. It shone brighter than ever, reinstalling the excitement from before. Slowly a foot picked off the ground and hovered forward, landing on the dirt. Then the other. And then again. And again. And as an arm went up, fingers reaching out to the light, everything was covered in bright white.

The colour seeped back into the area, revealing a small room. The body sat up from a laying position, no longer just a soul, but back in the girl’s form. Her forehead was beaded in a cold sweat, and her heart rate was quick. It was only a bedroom, and she was only in a bed. Beside her, the man to stole her heart, stirred.

“What is it, Love?”

“…I just had the weirdest dream…"

[ Dedicated to Joseph T. Williams, who's been my light in the darkness. ♥]

Thank You.

2008-07-23T10:10:23Z

To my love, my soul mate, and my husband:

Thank you for being there to catch me.

Thank you for being understanding.

Thank you for forgiving me.

Thank you for never letting me down.

Thank you for doing something bigger than yourself.

Thank you for always being selfless.

Thank you for always loving me.

Thank you for always needing me.

Thank you for missing me even 2 minutes after you/I leave.

Thank you for being the best you can.

Thank you for accepting me the way I am.

Thank you for not making me change.

Thank you for not changing.

Thank you for staying loyal to me.

Thank you for not abandoning me.

Thank you for wiping my tears.

Thank you for the four years we’ve known each other.

Thank you for the stories.

Thank you for the random facts.

Thank you for being a dork, a nerd, a geek, and a klutz.

Thank you for knowing me.

Thank you for always wanting to keep me happy.

Thank you for always knowing how to calm me down.

Thank you for getting me to talk.

Thank you for taking me to see Series of Unfortunate Events.

Thank you for always checking to see if stray dogs have homes.

Thank you for always being as cynical as me.

Thank you for being a safe driver.

Thank you for always thinking of me.

Thank you for being picky about your women.

Thank you for having common knowledge, and far beyond that.

Thank you for being into the same shows I am.

Thank you for watching movies that make you think.

Thank you for watching movies that are too old to be scary.

Thank you for introducing me to Dungeons and Dragons.

Thank you for the time spent together.

Thank you for going to that Mexican restaurant only to watch me freak out and end up taking the food home.

Thank you for wanting to give me things.

Thank you for wanting to show me how much you love me.

Thank you for being able to handle my mood swings.

Thank you for not ever asking if I was “PMSing”.

Thank you for never forcing rock opera on me.

Thank you for not basing our relationship on appearances.

Thank you for the dog tags.

Thank you for wanting me to smile more.

Thank you for Neko.

Thank you for your mind.

Recollection.

2008-07-21T12:43:15Z

I can’t sleep tonight [Or, this morning rather]. I can’t get the video of getting hit by that old, blue SUV out of my head. I can’t forget the smacking noise I made, or the involuntary “UN!” that came out of me once I got hit. I remember seeing it. I knew it was turning my way, but I didn’t slow down or speed up to get out of the way. I knew it was going to hit me, and I could feel my heart rate shoot up as it approached. I don’t know if I was scared or excited. He didn’t honk at me. He just kept going. And they say your life flashes before your eyes when something like that happens, but all I saw was a brilliant flash of white, and I could feel my body turn and fall. Maybe I blacked out because I don’t remember hitting the ground. And it felt like forever before I realized I was staring at the sky, but when I sat up and looked behind me, the vehicle was only a few yards away, pulling over. I went over to the guy, and he asked if I was okay. I broke his passenger side mirror, and all I got was a bruise on my arm. Even though I was hurt, I just kept walking home. He offered me a ride, but I just wanted to walk. And I cried so hard that it hurt even more, but not because I got hit…
I cried because I didn’t die.

11475-12

2008-07-12T05:48:08Z

There was a crowd in the street, bustling and talking amoungst themselves, crying and shouting. In the middle of the crowd of strangers was a corpse, the corpse of a young woman. She was wearing a school outfit, belonging to the nearby high school. Nobody saw how she died, and nobody knew who she was. It was as if she had dropped from the sky that very hour, and with the ring of impact that circled the pavement around her, that theory very well could’ve been true. Officers lined the inside of the crowd, keeping the spectators at bay while the city’s finest crime scene investigators inspected the area around the body. There was no pulse, and there was no breath. There was also, strangely, no blood. But she was dead alright. Her skin was white as porcelain, and her nails and lips had a bluish tinge. There was nothing missing on the girl that they could tell without transferring to their lab. The two CSIs stood, one of them calling for the body bag.

“Carefully”, the woman directed. “We don’t want to lose anything.”

Two other men entered the circle guarded by police, an adult-sized black bag in one hand. As the second man bent to unzip the bag, the first made his way over to the body, positioning himself near her head. A thumb up from the other and he crouched to pick up the top half of the body, while his partner lifted the lower. And at that very moment, when skin met skin, the man near her head yelped.

“DID YOU SEE THAT?! SHE JUST BLINKED!”

The crowd gasped, though none of them saw it for themselves. Most of the policemen even turned to face the body now.

“Nah, you’re just seeing things, man. She’s dead, how could sh-“

The first man stopped abruptly as the young woman’s fingers moved. More specifically, they bent to push at the broken concrete below them. The crowd and officials were silenced in awe of the task. Soon the rest of the body followed in time, pushing against the ground harder to lift itself up into a sitting position. Onlookers distanced themselves from the girl, giving her more space. Finally, the woman CSI spoke up.

“Hey! Nod if you can hear me!”

The girl’s eyes opened, revealing gold irises. They stared off into the crowd ahead, showing no signs of comprehension.

“Hey!” the woman tried once more from a distance. “Are you okay?! Can you hear me?”

Still nothing. And though there was a slight breeze on that street, her blonde-brown hair was unusually still. There was an eerie air about her, aside from the fact that she was proclaimed deceased only moments ago. The girl just sat there, staring at one spot in front of her. The male CSI waved the paramedics in, keeping his eyes on the motionless girl all the while. From the outside of the crowd, two more men came in with a red bag and a stretcher. One kneeled before her, a light in his hand, and shined it into her eyes. But she didn’t even blink.

She did, however, speak.

“What are you doing?” A soft voice came from her mouth in a calm tone.

This startled the paramedic, dropping the light. The wind stood still, it seemed, as everyone around the girl stiffened with a tinge of fear for the man. Her hand moved to pick the light up, but she didn’t look down to see it.

“You dropped this.”

“Th-thank you”, he stammered, taking it back into his hand and standing to move beside his fellow paramedic.

The male CSI stepped forward.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is onefourteensevenfivedashtwelve.”

“What..?”

The girl turned her head to face the man questioning her, staring at him now.

“Angel.”

Stolen

2008-06-20T06:03:44Z

It was now that silence fell over everything around me that I longed to hear his voice once more. It was now that my vision dimmed that I wished to see him again. And it was now that he was no longer there that I realized I needed him. Images of the hardships we shared floated through my mind’s eye. The sound of his laughter taunted me. And as he walked away, his name slipped from my lips.

He stopped and turned to me, those beautiful hazel eyes staring into mine. We both knew this was it. I lay helpless and bleeding, and his blade was glittering ruby in the light. Those eyes, those eyes of his, they were so fixed on mine. I was trapped in his gaze, unable to think about the situation. I had fallen in love with those eyes the first I caught a glimpse of them.

He was so calm now, it sent a shiver down my spine. There was no emotion in his face, no trace of what had happened before. As if it had never happened at all. I was fading and the temperature was dropping fast. My body would never manage to move in this state, but I wanted to reach out to him. I wanted to touch him. At that moment, when he saw the look in my eyes, he turned to walk again. Abandoned, I cried out a last time and then my body was still. There was no point in asking what had happened in the moments before. The hole in my chest would be evidence enough. And the three words I yelled out as well.
Yes, that’s right.

He stole my heart.

[Dedicated to Joseph T. Williams, who stole my heart 4 years ago and has yet to give it back. ♥]