Post by Kiroro {D.evil's A.dvocate} on Sept 8, 2009 16:50:05 GMT -6
"How was your day?" Jen asked, leaning against the lockers.
"Eh, long. I'm so glad it's Friday." Alex replied as she shoved books into her backpack. "I'm spending the night at Laura's. It'll be nice to unwind."
"Lucky!" Jen sulked, her lower lip sticking out in despair. "I've gotta clean my room, then watch my little sister."
"Aw, come on Jen. It won't be that bad. I'm sure your man will talk to you all night." Alex laughed and shut her locker. She was referring to Christian, Jen's boyfriend of almost 6 months. The two of them often stayed up late, texting or talking on the phone. They were a sweet couple.
The two began to walk towards the gym lobby. They always met Lauren and her younger brother, Stephen, there. Jen tilted her head back and groaned, auburn hair falling behindher shoulders. "But my sister is such a pain." She brought her head back down, half smiling. "Are we still on for the movies next weekend? I've been dying to see Final Destination."
"Duhhh!" Alex laughed, crossing her crystal blue eyes. The face made her friend laugh, but the giggles were cut short by a frantic voice. Just as they turned to corner to walk past the cafeteria, a chorus of screams arose. A wall of bodies pushed its way down the hall, all of them terrified.
"What's going on?" Jen asked, scanning the hallway for the source of the panic.
"Something's wrong." Alex bit her lip and started to push and shove her way against the flow of traffic, desperate to get to the lobby. In the back of her mind, a little voice sang an enemies name.
He's finally done it.
He's finally snapped.
Oh, what will you do?
Christopher is coming.
The blonde's throat closed up as she continued to plow through the crowd. She had left Jen behind, too worried about the possibility of what might be causing the hysteria.
Finally, she reached the double doors that lead to the lobby. Several people stood infront of her motionless, with their backs turned. Alex stood on her tiptoes trying to see over the crowd. "It's that crying I hear?" Vomit rose in her throat as she panicked. She tried to push her way through, but they wouldn't let her pass. Everyone was frozen, too scared to moved.
"I said where the [grrr] is she?!"
A familiar male voice carried over the crowd. Instantly, she went still. Tears welled to her eyes. This couldn't be happening.... She struggled to find her voice as the boy continued to scream. Alex took a deep breath, preparing herself...
"I'm right here!" She called out, her voice wavering with tension and fear. The crowd before her turned, all of their eyes focused on her. Alex struggled to swallow, her stomach in knots. She stepped forward, past the crowd, into the open.
Laura was on the floor, her books scattered about. She was the one Alex had heard crying. Stephen stood still next to the one that was screaming, his face distorted by terror.
Then Alex spied the one person in the world she hated just as much as she feared.
Christopher.
"Alex! Get out!" Stephen pleaded with her, one arm extended as if to reach out to her.
Laura turned to face her friend, her cheeks stained with tears. "Run!"
"Shut the [grrr] up!" Christopher ordered, his face a shocking color of red. He was extremely angry for some reason. "You!" He pointed at Alex. Only, it wasn't his finger aimed at her.
"A gun?" Alex asked, her eyes growing wide. "Shit. Christopher. Put it down."
"No!" He screamed, stomping his foot. "This is your fault! God damnit, I'll make you pay!"
"Stop it! They didn't do anything!" Alex started to walk towards Christopher slowly, her hands in the air. "Christopher, let them go." She began to beg as she approached them. Where the [grrr] were the teachers?
"You caused this! You're the one!" the enraged boy continued to point the weapon at her, spewing saliva as he yelled. Finally, Alex was infront of him. Stephen to her right, Laura to her left.
"If anything happens, I must be the one." Alex decided as she dropped her bookbag. "Please, don't do this. Stop it now. This doesn't have to happen."
crack
A river of red oozed from Alex's temple. He had struck her with the gun incredibly hard. The girl struggled for air as she held her head. "Christopher." She whispered, trying to catch her breath. The boy pointed the gun at her again, cocking it as a smile played across his lips.
"You will pay." He laughed, the butt of the gun dripping with her blood.
"No!"
In an instant, Stephen was infront of her, blocking the psycho's aim. "Leave her alone!" he ordered, holding out his arms. Alex looked up, trying to speak, to tell him to get out of the way, but everything was spinning out of control. She let out a small squeak of protest, her eyes beginning to spill tears.
"What did you say?" Christopher took a step forward.
"I said leave her the [grrr] alone."
"Get out of my way, asshole."
"No!"
Christopher narrowed his eyes. He was seething with anger, half smiling, half grimacing. "Last chance."
Alex reached up and grabbed Stephen's arm, leaving a bloody handprint. "Please." she whispered. "Move."
Stephen turned slightly, just enough to look at her from the corner of his eye. "Never."
Alex frowned and lunged forward, trying to duck underneath his arm in order to palce herself between Stephen and the gun. He caught her just in time, blocking her path. "Let me through! Now!" she yelled, thrashing around as he stepped in her path.
"Stay behind me!" Stephen ordered.
"Get the [grrr] outta my way!" Christopher's voice rose an entire octave. "You have until three!"
"Please, Stephen! Please!"
“I said stay behind me!” Stephen was yelling.
“One!”
“Move Stephen!” Alex couldn't seem to get infront of him. He was at least 6 inches taller than her and much stronger.
“No!” Stephen growled. He was bound and determined to keep her out of harms way.
“Two!”
“Stephen, no!” She began to scream and protest as loud as she possibly could. Nothing was working. She had been trying to claw, punch, and thrash her way past her protector, but to no avail. Precious time was slipping away. Alex started to pray as fast and as hard as she could.
"I can't lose you, Alex..." Stephen looked at her again, tears falling down his face. The sheer innocence written all over his face pierced the girl's heart.
"God.......no.........." She thought, trying to grasp why someone with so much to live for would give his life for her. Why? This whole thing, the monster with the gun, it was her problem, not Stephen's. Christopher was her ex, and she had thought of him as family at one point. But in the midst of their relationship, he had become manically depressed, schizophrenic, even taking on symptoms of Multiple Personality Disorder. He had been committed over three times, and she had sat on the phone with him for countless hours as he subcummed to an 'episode'. That was what they called it when the other personalities emerged.
Eventually, a kniving whore came between them. Christopher became violent and hateful. The girl lied to both of them repeatedly, and eventually he fell prey to her games. She had convinced him that his savior was now his enemy, that Alex was out to get him. So Christopher left Alex for the whore, he left her broken and lost and drowning in turmoil.
Time had passed and Alex had found refuge with Laura and Stephen, eventually giving them all the details of the hell she had been living through. She learned to trust and rely on them. Laura had also been going through a break-up, so they often sat and talked about how they wished they could forget all the pain, all of the despair. By growing closer to Laura, Alex had also grown closer to Stephen. He was a brother to her. Even though he was younger than her, she considered him the older brother that she never had, but always wanted. These two were her only family. The only ones she trusted. The only ones that knew about who she really was, and all of the things she had been through. They accepted Alex with open arms, looking past her troubles and embracing her with love and compassion. They never judges her.... and for that she owed them her life.
"I've brought this upon them.... I am the threat." Alex thought, searching her mind for anything that might save them. "This is my fault. I allowed it to reach this point. If I didn't exist, they wouldn't be going through this. If I wasn't alive, Christopher wouldn't even know that they exist..." In the midst of her thoughts, she continued to fight. She had to place herself infront of the gun. She refused to allow Stephen to die for her mistakes.
Yes! Alex screamed inwardly. She had finally ducked under the very arms that had gifted her with comfort, warmth, and a feeling of safety so many times. But for once, she did not yearn to feel safe, she wished to be on the front lines. She turned to jump in front of him. She had successfully placed herself in front. She spread out her arms now, creating a barrier. "Finally!" but her thoughts were interrupted by a shrill, angry scream.
“Three!!”
A loud bang echoed through the lobby. Alex flinched. She could feel a burst of air on her face, a warm liquid flowing down her shoulders. She couldn't feel any pain, not yet. She looked down, a pool of red around her feet. Stephen lay on the floor, covered in blood, the tears that spilled just moments ago still fresh on his cheeks. Alex dropped to her knees, and several screams were heard. Alex was crouched on the ground, shaking Stephen, begging him to come back. She was sobbing so hard she couldn't even form an understandable sentence. She grasped his shoulders and pulled him up into a sitting position, pressing his head to her chest. She was bent over, rocking back and forth. Above her own sobs, she heard Lauren screaming in panic. The room was spinning, all she saw was red and the cold, pale face she grasped so desperately.
Christopher had shot him anyway. Stephen stood at 6'2". Alex was a mere 5'6", very small in comparison. Wails, Sobs, and repeated "No!"s echoed throughout the Lobby, but whom the voices belonged to were a mystery to the blonde. She couldn't decipher if they were her own or Laurens, or even the crowd collectively. All she could do was shake and rock and cry. Everything else was sensory overload.
"Please! God, please!" He wasn't moving, wasn't breathing. Blood spilled in abundance from the hoole in his chest. Alex had her hand over the wound in a feeble attempt to supress and slow the bleeding. There had to be more time, there had to be hope. She couldn't lose him. He was her support, her main protector. He was the only thing that chased away her nightmares, the one person that made her laugh whenever she was about to cry. Memories of the happy trio suddenly flooded her mind.
Alex remembered sitting beside the fire pit with Laura, talking and laughing. Suddenly, platic easter eggs filled with water were being flung at their heads. Stephen, wearing a freaky halloween mask, popped above the wall of the the fire pit and started to laugh.
She recalled Snowball, when they had first met. Alex had been utterly confused when she saw him. Laura said she had a younger brother. But Stephen looked much older than his age.
Alex thought of the night she had finally told the siblings her story, and the way he had sat silently, just listening. Then she thought of how, later that evening, he had held her tight and reassured her that she would never again experience such an awful thing as what went down between her and Christopher. She had believed him...... the tears began to spill even harder as the memories assaulted her mind faster than she could process them.
In the midst of her tears, she looked up, only to see the weapon aimed at her face, a twisted smirk, a gleam in the monster's eyes.
click
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Due to some recent circumstances and shit hitting the fan, I've been having reoccurring nightmares. I thought maybe writing about it would help. A better, uncensored draft is on my dA
www.thegreatfiasco.deviantart.com
"Eh, long. I'm so glad it's Friday." Alex replied as she shoved books into her backpack. "I'm spending the night at Laura's. It'll be nice to unwind."
"Lucky!" Jen sulked, her lower lip sticking out in despair. "I've gotta clean my room, then watch my little sister."
"Aw, come on Jen. It won't be that bad. I'm sure your man will talk to you all night." Alex laughed and shut her locker. She was referring to Christian, Jen's boyfriend of almost 6 months. The two of them often stayed up late, texting or talking on the phone. They were a sweet couple.
The two began to walk towards the gym lobby. They always met Lauren and her younger brother, Stephen, there. Jen tilted her head back and groaned, auburn hair falling behindher shoulders. "But my sister is such a pain." She brought her head back down, half smiling. "Are we still on for the movies next weekend? I've been dying to see Final Destination."
"Duhhh!" Alex laughed, crossing her crystal blue eyes. The face made her friend laugh, but the giggles were cut short by a frantic voice. Just as they turned to corner to walk past the cafeteria, a chorus of screams arose. A wall of bodies pushed its way down the hall, all of them terrified.
"What's going on?" Jen asked, scanning the hallway for the source of the panic.
"Something's wrong." Alex bit her lip and started to push and shove her way against the flow of traffic, desperate to get to the lobby. In the back of her mind, a little voice sang an enemies name.
He's finally done it.
He's finally snapped.
Oh, what will you do?
Christopher is coming.
The blonde's throat closed up as she continued to plow through the crowd. She had left Jen behind, too worried about the possibility of what might be causing the hysteria.
Finally, she reached the double doors that lead to the lobby. Several people stood infront of her motionless, with their backs turned. Alex stood on her tiptoes trying to see over the crowd. "It's that crying I hear?" Vomit rose in her throat as she panicked. She tried to push her way through, but they wouldn't let her pass. Everyone was frozen, too scared to moved.
"I said where the [grrr] is she?!"
A familiar male voice carried over the crowd. Instantly, she went still. Tears welled to her eyes. This couldn't be happening.... She struggled to find her voice as the boy continued to scream. Alex took a deep breath, preparing herself...
"I'm right here!" She called out, her voice wavering with tension and fear. The crowd before her turned, all of their eyes focused on her. Alex struggled to swallow, her stomach in knots. She stepped forward, past the crowd, into the open.
Laura was on the floor, her books scattered about. She was the one Alex had heard crying. Stephen stood still next to the one that was screaming, his face distorted by terror.
Then Alex spied the one person in the world she hated just as much as she feared.
Christopher.
"Alex! Get out!" Stephen pleaded with her, one arm extended as if to reach out to her.
Laura turned to face her friend, her cheeks stained with tears. "Run!"
"Shut the [grrr] up!" Christopher ordered, his face a shocking color of red. He was extremely angry for some reason. "You!" He pointed at Alex. Only, it wasn't his finger aimed at her.
"A gun?" Alex asked, her eyes growing wide. "Shit. Christopher. Put it down."
"No!" He screamed, stomping his foot. "This is your fault! God damnit, I'll make you pay!"
"Stop it! They didn't do anything!" Alex started to walk towards Christopher slowly, her hands in the air. "Christopher, let them go." She began to beg as she approached them. Where the [grrr] were the teachers?
"You caused this! You're the one!" the enraged boy continued to point the weapon at her, spewing saliva as he yelled. Finally, Alex was infront of him. Stephen to her right, Laura to her left.
"If anything happens, I must be the one." Alex decided as she dropped her bookbag. "Please, don't do this. Stop it now. This doesn't have to happen."
crack
A river of red oozed from Alex's temple. He had struck her with the gun incredibly hard. The girl struggled for air as she held her head. "Christopher." She whispered, trying to catch her breath. The boy pointed the gun at her again, cocking it as a smile played across his lips.
"You will pay." He laughed, the butt of the gun dripping with her blood.
"No!"
In an instant, Stephen was infront of her, blocking the psycho's aim. "Leave her alone!" he ordered, holding out his arms. Alex looked up, trying to speak, to tell him to get out of the way, but everything was spinning out of control. She let out a small squeak of protest, her eyes beginning to spill tears.
"What did you say?" Christopher took a step forward.
"I said leave her the [grrr] alone."
"Get out of my way, asshole."
"No!"
Christopher narrowed his eyes. He was seething with anger, half smiling, half grimacing. "Last chance."
Alex reached up and grabbed Stephen's arm, leaving a bloody handprint. "Please." she whispered. "Move."
Stephen turned slightly, just enough to look at her from the corner of his eye. "Never."
Alex frowned and lunged forward, trying to duck underneath his arm in order to palce herself between Stephen and the gun. He caught her just in time, blocking her path. "Let me through! Now!" she yelled, thrashing around as he stepped in her path.
"Stay behind me!" Stephen ordered.
"Get the [grrr] outta my way!" Christopher's voice rose an entire octave. "You have until three!"
"Please, Stephen! Please!"
“I said stay behind me!” Stephen was yelling.
“One!”
“Move Stephen!” Alex couldn't seem to get infront of him. He was at least 6 inches taller than her and much stronger.
“No!” Stephen growled. He was bound and determined to keep her out of harms way.
“Two!”
“Stephen, no!” She began to scream and protest as loud as she possibly could. Nothing was working. She had been trying to claw, punch, and thrash her way past her protector, but to no avail. Precious time was slipping away. Alex started to pray as fast and as hard as she could.
"I can't lose you, Alex..." Stephen looked at her again, tears falling down his face. The sheer innocence written all over his face pierced the girl's heart.
"God.......no.........." She thought, trying to grasp why someone with so much to live for would give his life for her. Why? This whole thing, the monster with the gun, it was her problem, not Stephen's. Christopher was her ex, and she had thought of him as family at one point. But in the midst of their relationship, he had become manically depressed, schizophrenic, even taking on symptoms of Multiple Personality Disorder. He had been committed over three times, and she had sat on the phone with him for countless hours as he subcummed to an 'episode'. That was what they called it when the other personalities emerged.
Eventually, a kniving whore came between them. Christopher became violent and hateful. The girl lied to both of them repeatedly, and eventually he fell prey to her games. She had convinced him that his savior was now his enemy, that Alex was out to get him. So Christopher left Alex for the whore, he left her broken and lost and drowning in turmoil.
Time had passed and Alex had found refuge with Laura and Stephen, eventually giving them all the details of the hell she had been living through. She learned to trust and rely on them. Laura had also been going through a break-up, so they often sat and talked about how they wished they could forget all the pain, all of the despair. By growing closer to Laura, Alex had also grown closer to Stephen. He was a brother to her. Even though he was younger than her, she considered him the older brother that she never had, but always wanted. These two were her only family. The only ones she trusted. The only ones that knew about who she really was, and all of the things she had been through. They accepted Alex with open arms, looking past her troubles and embracing her with love and compassion. They never judges her.... and for that she owed them her life.
"I've brought this upon them.... I am the threat." Alex thought, searching her mind for anything that might save them. "This is my fault. I allowed it to reach this point. If I didn't exist, they wouldn't be going through this. If I wasn't alive, Christopher wouldn't even know that they exist..." In the midst of her thoughts, she continued to fight. She had to place herself infront of the gun. She refused to allow Stephen to die for her mistakes.
Yes! Alex screamed inwardly. She had finally ducked under the very arms that had gifted her with comfort, warmth, and a feeling of safety so many times. But for once, she did not yearn to feel safe, she wished to be on the front lines. She turned to jump in front of him. She had successfully placed herself in front. She spread out her arms now, creating a barrier. "Finally!" but her thoughts were interrupted by a shrill, angry scream.
“Three!!”
A loud bang echoed through the lobby. Alex flinched. She could feel a burst of air on her face, a warm liquid flowing down her shoulders. She couldn't feel any pain, not yet. She looked down, a pool of red around her feet. Stephen lay on the floor, covered in blood, the tears that spilled just moments ago still fresh on his cheeks. Alex dropped to her knees, and several screams were heard. Alex was crouched on the ground, shaking Stephen, begging him to come back. She was sobbing so hard she couldn't even form an understandable sentence. She grasped his shoulders and pulled him up into a sitting position, pressing his head to her chest. She was bent over, rocking back and forth. Above her own sobs, she heard Lauren screaming in panic. The room was spinning, all she saw was red and the cold, pale face she grasped so desperately.
Christopher had shot him anyway. Stephen stood at 6'2". Alex was a mere 5'6", very small in comparison. Wails, Sobs, and repeated "No!"s echoed throughout the Lobby, but whom the voices belonged to were a mystery to the blonde. She couldn't decipher if they were her own or Laurens, or even the crowd collectively. All she could do was shake and rock and cry. Everything else was sensory overload.
"Please! God, please!" He wasn't moving, wasn't breathing. Blood spilled in abundance from the hoole in his chest. Alex had her hand over the wound in a feeble attempt to supress and slow the bleeding. There had to be more time, there had to be hope. She couldn't lose him. He was her support, her main protector. He was the only thing that chased away her nightmares, the one person that made her laugh whenever she was about to cry. Memories of the happy trio suddenly flooded her mind.
Alex remembered sitting beside the fire pit with Laura, talking and laughing. Suddenly, platic easter eggs filled with water were being flung at their heads. Stephen, wearing a freaky halloween mask, popped above the wall of the the fire pit and started to laugh.
She recalled Snowball, when they had first met. Alex had been utterly confused when she saw him. Laura said she had a younger brother. But Stephen looked much older than his age.
Alex thought of the night she had finally told the siblings her story, and the way he had sat silently, just listening. Then she thought of how, later that evening, he had held her tight and reassured her that she would never again experience such an awful thing as what went down between her and Christopher. She had believed him...... the tears began to spill even harder as the memories assaulted her mind faster than she could process them.
In the midst of her tears, she looked up, only to see the weapon aimed at her face, a twisted smirk, a gleam in the monster's eyes.
click
----------------------------------------
Due to some recent circumstances and shit hitting the fan, I've been having reoccurring nightmares. I thought maybe writing about it would help. A better, uncensored draft is on my dA
www.thegreatfiasco.deviantart.com
