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08/01 Direct Link
...die. But then he heard footsteps coming closer, making a clacking sound on the concrete. He felt hands, suddenly, on his arms, and a blanket being wrapped around him. He heard a second set of footsteps and then someone was lifting him up. Jack tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn't cooperate. Leaning back against the warm body holding him up, he fell into unconsciousness. The next sound he heard was voices. One was a deep, troubled voice. A man's. The other was soft and filled with fear. A woman's. "What if he doesn't make it this time? What...
08/02 Direct Link
...if the tests have really done the trick? I don't know…" And here there was a pause and a choking sound as if the woman was trying to hold back tears. "I don't know what I would do if he died. He doesn't know. How can he die and not know the entire truth?" Jack tried to raise his head in the direction of the voices, but fell back down to the soft pillow in defeat. His eyes were still not cooperating and so he continued to lay there, each breath a difficulty, listening to his rescuers. Or so he...
08/03 Direct Link
...hoped. The man answered the woman in a calm, mostly monotone voice. "Love, he won't die. He's survived worse than this before and you know it. The only problem I see is…" And at this the man stopped, sighing as if the whole world was on his shoulders. He coughed a few times and cleared his throat, as if deciding how best to continue. "The only problem I see is if he starts to become more aware of what's really happening to him. If they find out that he's starting to remember…well, it won't be good for him, that's all...
08/04 Direct Link
...I'll say. But besides his few flashes, I don't think we have to worry about that just yet. He'll remember, don't get me wrong. But we'll be there to help him through it, okay Cass? Don't worry." Jack flinched slightly at the sound of the woman's name. It couldn't be the same Cassie he knew. It had to be someone else. There were many women with that name. He was just being paranoid in his delirium. That was all. And then he heard the woman named Cass speak again. "Peter, this time is different. You weren't there. You were busy...
08/05 Direct Link
...in the other room, with another experiment. The things they did to him this time. The invasion into his mind, much less his body. They treat him more and more like a thing to be poked and prodded and less like a human being. I don't know if I can stand there and act like nothing is wrong. It's killing me inside. All I want to do is help him. I owe it to him. He did save my life after all when he had absolutely no reason to bother. So, we need to come up with a plan before...
08/06 Direct Link
...next time. We need to start the final preparations for stopping them all together. Will you help me, Peter? Please?" Jack lay as silent as death; trying to ignore the pain in his chest each time he took a breath. That voice… He had never heard it filled with such emotion, such pain and longing. But he would recognize it anywhere. It was the voice of his boss, Cassie Collins. A woman, apparently, who was on his side. And knew exactly what the darkness entailed. He waited to hear Peter's reply to Cassie's plea. Jack suddenly knew that his life...
08/07 Direct Link
...hung in the balance based on the answer to this particular question. He didn't know why exactly, but Peter played a huge part in this whole process. Peter sighed and Jack waited impatiently for his answer. "Yes, I'll help you Cass. You know I will. But it's not going to be easy. You will have to continue on in the position you hold now and I'll have to keep working in the lab for a while. I'm trying to gather support and I'll set up a meeting for all of us soon. Stay strong and keep watching over him. That's...
08/08 Direct Link
...all you can do at this point. Okay?" Cassie didn't say anything for a few seconds and Jack could have sworn he heard her try and hold back tears again. "Okay Peter. I'll keep working in the devil's company and I'll be the best little employee ever." This last statement was made with just a bit of sarcasm and choked up pain. Jack winced slightly at her tone. "We'll keep him here overnight and then we'll drop him off back at his house. Hopefully, he won't remember what happened tonight back at the lab." With that, Cassie and Peter moved...
08/09 Direct Link
...out of the room and their footsteps receded as they walked into another part of the building. Jack was exhausted and after trying unsuccessfully to move and stand up, to find out where exactly he was, fell into a deep sleep. The weak sunlight filtered through the paper covered windows and fell on the dusty floor. The yellowed paper gave the light a sickly glow. Jack rolled over towards the wall to avoid the morning light. He was propped up against a cracked wall, on a cot with a thin blanket tossed over his body. His head was throbbing and...
08/10 Direct Link
...it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. And what had happened to him the night before. Images of men in long dark blue cloaks, leaning over him, whispering amongst themselves. Of neon lights flashing in front of his eyes. Of a woman bending close to his cheek, murmuring words of love and encouragement. He remembered the piercing shriek coming from the large machine near his head. The screams echoing down the hallway outside the room. The smell of blood was still fresh in his memory too. Then he remembered ending up in the deserted alleyway. Of...
08/11 Direct Link
...Cassie and Peter finding him and bringing him to this place. The last thing Jack recalled, when he had woken up two hours after he originally fell asleep, was Cassie, thinking he was still asleep, kissing his forehead before hurrying out of the room. As Jack thought about this now, he realized that Cassie's action was the strangest thing to happen to him within the past twenty-four hours. Jack groaned as he tried to stretch out his arms and legs. His left leg throbbed in pain and he glanced under the blanket to see a blackened vine tattoo climbing up...
08/12 Direct Link
...his leg towards his knee. Lying back down, Jack closed his eyes and tried to process what happened to him this time. His mind flashed on Cassie, on her concern, her fear, and her apparent caring attitude in regards to him. She confused him more than anything else going on in his life. Swinging his legs to the ground, Jack sat up on the cot where he had spent last night. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the blurriness that was there. He was still wearing the same t-shirt and light pants from the night before. Jack noticed that...
08/13 Direct Link
...there were spots of blood on the bottom hem of his shirt. He lightly touched the spots, felt the dry crustiness of the blood. Shivering, Jack wondered whether the blood was his or someone else's. And if it was someone else's blood, who's blood was it and why was it on his shirt. Jack pushed these thoughts aside and decided to try and stand up. The first try left him sprawled inelegantly on the cot, back against the wall. His second try yielded more positive results. Jack surveyed his surroundings. He was in a warehouse of sorts. All the windows...
08/14 Direct Link
...were covered in that same sickly yellow paper and the walls covered in mold and layers of dirt. There were old machines piled in every corner, some with sheets thrown haphazardly over them, others in tiny pieces on the floor. Jack wondered what those machines had done in their previous incarnations and was walking over to investigate, when he heard the main door opposite him start to open. He rushed back to his cot and quickly threw himself on top of it. He had just brought the blanket up over him when the door banged against the adjoining wall. To...
08/15 Direct Link
...Jack, it sounded like three people had entered the warehouse. He recognized Cassie and Peter's voices, but had no clue who the other person could be. All he did know was that the third voice sent chills up his spine and every instinct inside himself screamed at him not to trust the third voice. They approached his cot, where he lay, attempting to be still. "Here he is. He's completely exhausted and only wakes for a few seconds at a time. This last time, well, it took a lot out of him. I don't know how much more he can...
08/16 Direct Link
...take." Jack recognized Cassie as she spoke. She sounded tired, but more collected than the night before. "He's strong. He always has been. There was a reason they picked him. His mind and body can withstand it all. Don't worry. Besides, this won't last much longer." Jack restrained himself from shivering as he heard the third voice speak. The man's voice was cold, modulated and unfortunately, just a little familiar. He waited to hear what they would say next. "We need to move him. Get him back home, so he can refresh his mind and body. We took a terrible...
08/17 Direct Link
...risk bringing him here…" Cassie interrupted Peter's explanation by saying, "But it was one that had to be taken. We didn't have any other choice. They were scouring the area, looking for him. He didn't complete the cycle and you know how they are about the plan. We needed time to think and time to let him rest. If there was a better idea, why don't you tell me about it Peter? What should we have done?" Peter calmly answered Cassie's indignant reply, as best he could. "I just meant that since they were scouring the area, that this place...
08/18 Direct Link
My Jack story is to be continued at the moment. I'm having some trouble with the direction of the story and I don't know what to do with him. I don't know what type of story it is either. Is it fantasy? Sci-fi? Drama? What? I have no clue yet. I also don't know how Cassie really relates to Jack. Is she in love with him? Are they related? How did he save her life? So many questions. And even though I'm writing the story, I wish someone else would answer them. Now on to various other stories. Please enjoy.
08/19 Direct Link
The cobbled streets were unfamiliar and Kate was at the end of her rope. The map from the information kiosk did not help at all. It had been three hours since she left her hotel room. She found a bench in the shade of an oak tree and awkwardly sat down. Her feet ached with blisters and her muscles screamed in protest from all the walking around. Sighing, Kate extracted the map from her bag one more time. Staring at it, she grew frustrated. Looking up she spied a building in front of her. It was her lost art museum.
08/20 Direct Link
The boxes were all packed, taped and shut. The electricity and phone had been turned off. The mail had been forwarded to the new address. Em looked around the living room, searching for anything she might have overlooked. Seeing nothing of any importance, she proceeded to check the bedroom, bathroom and finally the kitchen. The sink looked odd without a stack of dishes in it. The table looked empty without its usual clutter on top of it. Em squeezed her eyes shut to prevent the tears from flowing. A piece of paper remained. He had left a note after all.
08/21 Direct Link
The tone of M's voice was enough. The way she sat down on the bench next to me, stiff and hands clasped together, was enough. The concern written all over her face, but especially in her eyes, was enough. It was enough for me to realize something horrible had happened. I knew it was about him. The boy I could never have. This fear was confirmed when he walked by us, looking lost; yet determined somehow. He said nothing. He didn't even look our way. He walked, no strode, past us and sat next to the others at the other...
08/22 Direct Link
...end of the bench. Fear had gripped me, my stomach clenching as I looked to M for final confirmation. "He knows," M, said. Heat flooded my face and I felt sick to my stomach. I knew. Based on his face, his walk, how he ignored me, I had already known. He found out I liked him and he didn't feel the same way. Silly, stupid girl. I was so stupid. This thought reverberated in my head. Dumb, naïve girl. How could he like you? He was beautiful, smart and funny. You were hopeless, ugly and too quiet. I vaguely remember...
08/23 Direct Link
...M saying she was sorry. I vaguely remember asking how he found out. Something about study hall and questions asked. I had the sneaking suspicion my ex-boyfriend had something to do with this. He had threatened to hurt me by telling the boy. Maybe he did. Or maybe the boy just found out on his own. I wasn't exactly the subtlest girl in the world. A boy, a few years later, would tell me that my eyes held all the emotions inside of me for the whole world to see. I thought I was being secretive, sly even. But I...
08/24 Direct Link
...was fooling myself. Everyone knew. It didn't matter how he found out. He knew. That was fact now. I made it through lunch and the rest of the day. He ignored me completely. I always thought we were at least friends. Not close perhaps, but we could always find something to talk about together. Now I was cut out. No looks exchanged, no jokes told. Nothing. I didn't exist anymore for him. All because I deigned to like him more than a friend. I finally reached my bedroom at the end of the day. Curled up on my bed, I...
08/25 Direct Link
...cried my eyes out. I cried until my chest hurt and I couldn't catch my breath. I cried until my nose was raw and red. I cried until the pain throbbed in my head with a steady beat. I didn't want to stop, but eventually I did. Silly, dumb, stupid, oh so stupid. How could you think that? How could you think he would like you? I've realized in the years since that there is nothing anyone could say to me that could match the hatred I hold for myself at times. I think certain thoughts that I would never...
08/26 Direct Link
...say to another human being. My self-esteem, especially at that time, was severely low. I still struggle with it to this day. I remember lying on my bed, going over every little thing that had happened that day. Over and over and over again. In the upcoming months, the boy would continue to ignore me, only speaking to me when he absolutely had to. He softened a bit when we graduated. Maybe he realized this was his last chance. I really don't know. There was no real resolution. Years after that day, the day my heart was broken, he contacted...
08/27 Direct Link
...me. I remember my heart fluttered and I felt a twinge of my past feelings. I thought maybe, just maybe. But then we spoke a few more times and I found out the person he is now. Still beautiful, still smart, still funny, but still so lost. And yet determined. For what I've never really been sure. But he's still moving forward, ever blind and searching. I found out from a friend that he had liked me back then. I scoffed at this, but the thought wouldn't leave my head. He liked me? What does this mean? What can I...
08/28 Direct Link
...do? How do I feel? What does he feel now? But I realize now it's too late. There was a brief moment, a moment in my adolescence when it could have happened. But it passed and we didn't, for whatever reasons, do anything about it. The sad thing is how alike we truly are. The restlessness that is inside us both connects us in a way he will never truly understand. We could have helped each other. We could have been good together. We could have found our way together. "Could have" is the worst phrase in the English language.
08/29 Direct Link
My new favorite show is even better than I thought it would be. They started showing repeats of West Wing on Bravo a few weeks ago. I'm finally able to see the first season everyone has raved about. The humor, the drama, and the relationships between the characters are already evident. It's also a little sad, since I know what's going to happen in later seasons, in regards to a few situations. But I love how complete and connected this show feels now. I've requested the first season DVDs for my birthday. I can't wait to see the funny extras.
08/30 Direct Link
All I want to do is crawl inside myself. Burrow under my covers, hug my pillow tight and pull my arms and legs in as far as I can. I need the warmth and the security. I need the escape as well. It's always out of reach though. I stretch out to touch it, to find the calm amidst the chaos. It's happening again. I'm railing against it. Fighting as best I can. But I don't know if it's enough. I can't go back there. It's self-destructive. It serves absolutely no purpose. I don't know what to do though. Confused.
08/31 Direct Link
Cotton candy, blue and pink. Roasted almonds. Mint and pistachio ice cream. Vanilla Pepsi. Pasta, pasta, pasta. Turkey sandwiches with swiss cheese. Slices of chocolate chip cake, icing galore. Banana smoothies. Chicken quesadillas. Green and purple grapes. Bowls of Lucky Charms cereal. Orange juice with no pulp. Kettle corn, the sweeter the better. Cheese pizza. French fries with mayonnaise. The Tazoberry smoothie drink from Starbucks. Freshly baked bread from the oven. Warm fudge brownies. Mashed potatoes. Chicken noodle soup. Sesame seed bagels with cream cheese. Flank steak with mozzarella cheese and spinach. Spinach salads with hot bacon dressing. Ah, cravings.