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Punch Love II
Chapter 1: Gone
She watched curiously as the blood trickled down her arms. It was pretty and frightening at the same time. Sitting in her claw-foot bathtub, naked in luke warm bathwater, she submerged her arms, plunging them into the water and letting them sit. The blood continued to flow, for as a professional suicide knows, the blood cannot clot if it is under water. She watched, utterly fascinated, as the bathtub slowly began to turn red. And redder. And redder. It was so beautiful that she could hardly breath. Unfortunately for her, this blonde girl with the sullen hazel eyes was not a professional suicide. As soon as she became light-headed, her arms were immediately taken out of the tub and she wrapped towels around them after she had unplugged the drain. the crimson bathwater drained away, tainting the solid white of the claw-foot tub. The girl stumbled and fell, passing out on the floor...
Helga Pataki laughed as she watched the movie on the big screen in Big Bob's trophy room. The credits were rolling down the screen, accompanied by some sad, eerie music.
"I think that was the most moronic movie I've ever seen. The stupidest plot line...No wonder it came straight to video. It couldn't sell it's way out of a box." Helga snorted, grabbing a fist full of popcorn from the large bowl that was between her and her sister, Olga. Olga, unlike the amused look on Helga's face, looked thoroughly shaken. Tears were streaming down her face. Helga rolled her eyes. "You are so freaking emotional. Has anyone ever called that to your attention?'
Olga sniffled, blowing her nose on a tissue. "It was so beautiful..." she breathed in her high, far-off voice that Helga had the wonderful pleasure of listening to around the clock. "That girl was so sad. She reminded me of you Helga." Oh, big mistake.
Helga immediately got defensive as she shot Olga a death look. "What the hell are you talking about? I would never do something that stupid! She's only cutting herself for attention so she can 'feel the pain' or some shit like that. I'm not that stupid. If I wanted to end it all, I wouldn't be such a pansy, I'd just do it." She crossed her arms resolutely over her chest.
Olga began to sniffle more, and the tears began to flow. "Oh, baby sister!" she wailed, grabbing Helga into an embrace before the much disgruntled girl could protest. "I only meant because she has the same hair and eyes! I don't want you to ever be suicidal. I don't know what I'd do if you--if you..." Olga broke off sobbing more, but Helga just groaned, shoving her sister away.
"Lay off, will you, Olga?" Helga pleaded, looking tired at having to put up with her sister's overly-emotional mentality. "I'm not suicidal alright? If I was, I would've ended it long ago..." Of course, this was her sarcasm kicking in full blast again, but Olga just wailed even more, her make-up running down her face.
"I need to be getting to bed," she squeaked and jumped up, running out of the room.
"Crimminy," Helga muttered, turning off the movie and then turning on a small light that was on the side table. Also on the side table was her book, Brave New World, which Helga must have read a dozen times. She picked it up, skimming through it, but couldn't concentrate.
(How can I concentrate on a book when my life sucks?)
It was Friday night...correction: Saturday morning. Early morning in fact. Around three a.m. but Helga couldn't tell anymore. Why she had agreed to watch that horrible independent film with Olga, Helga would never know. Perhaps it was just to make her forget about all the things that had been going on lately.
..."You screwed up, Helga. You screwed up big time..."
The words always seemed to resurface into the lodgings of Helga's mind. Her brow furrowed as she put--or rather, threw--the book down. It landed on the shag carpet and Helga layed down on the leather couch to think.
A week had gone by. A week since the party. A week ago, everyone had liked her. Seven days later, she was fucked. She hadn't talked to anyone at school except Lila and Sheena. Helga knew she wasn't the most well-liked person in the world, but she did have friends. Keyword would be did. Everyone avoided her. It would practically raise Helga's spirits if people so much as glared at her. Of course, they had a right to glare at her. As Brainy had said, she'd screwed up. Naturally, Lila and Sheena still confided that they were her friends, but they were acting different around her now.
Helga sighed, running her fingers through her short, messy blonde hair. "I am never drinking again," she said aloud. She must have said it a dozen times, but she always wanted to clarify. "Drinking will make everyone hate you." It was a rather stupid thing to say, considering she had screwed up a few times at the party when she was sober. Helga distinctly remembered kissing Sid and her conversation with Gerald.
Helga brought up her arms, looking at her wrists, which were scar-free. Though Helga would never dare to do anything that idiotic, she almost wanted to at that moment. "I hate myself," she said out of the blue. It surprised her more than Helga thought it would, but it felt good to say it. Rubbing her eyes, Helga stood up. She was in her pajamas, which was basically just a pair of black cotton shorts and big t-shirt. She stretched and yawned loudly, glad that the week was finally over. Helga knew that there were never that many people that liked her, but having everyone in the school hate her was entirely different.
(Bottom line: It sucks.)
Mulling over the horrible week she'd had, Helga morosely made her way out of the Trophy Room and to the stairs. Humming Donna Summer under her breath, (her secret idol), Helga began to ascend the stairs. She was halfway up, when a frantic pounding came at the door. Whipping around, Helga's stomach did somersaults and her heart began beating furiously in her chest. She bolted down the stairs, unlocked the door, and threw it open.
A familiar figure stood before her. The person she had only been reunited with a week ago. The person with the dark eyes, sandy hair, and perfect smile. Though he wasn't smiling now and his eyes were wide, while his hair was messed up, like he'd just woken up.
Helga looked equally surprised as she surveyed Brainy. She was immediately going to make some snide comment, obviously not using her better judgement, but Brainy cut her off: "Phoebe's in the hospital. Some complications with her pregancy. You have to come with me, Helga. We have some things to talk about." He was speaking really fast and almost incoherently. His face was pale except for his flushed cheeks.
The colour immediately drained out of Helga's face, but she decided to say nothing as she grabbed her coak, hurriedly scribbled a note saying where she was, and was out the door, following quickly behind Brainy. He hopped into his old Buick and Helga got into the passenger seat. She barely had time the close the door before he was off down the lone road, the big city seeming much darker than Helga had ever witnessed.
Don't you all just love me for this wonderful beginning cliffhanger? Yay! Don't worry. I want to get started on this right away, so expect more chapters to follow very soon.
Punch Love II
Chapter 1: Gone
She watched curiously as the blood trickled down her arms. It was pretty and frightening at the same time. Sitting in her claw-foot bathtub, naked in luke warm bathwater, she submerged her arms, plunging them into the water and letting them sit. The blood continued to flow, for as a professional suicide knows, the blood cannot clot if it is under water. She watched, utterly fascinated, as the bathtub slowly began to turn red. And redder. And redder. It was so beautiful that she could hardly breath. Unfortunately for her, this blonde girl with the sullen hazel eyes was not a professional suicide. As soon as she became light-headed, her arms were immediately taken out of the tub and she wrapped towels around them after she had unplugged the drain. the crimson bathwater drained away, tainting the solid white of the claw-foot tub. The girl stumbled and fell, passing out on the floor...
Helga Pataki laughed as she watched the movie on the big screen in Big Bob's trophy room. The credits were rolling down the screen, accompanied by some sad, eerie music.
"I think that was the most moronic movie I've ever seen. The stupidest plot line...No wonder it came straight to video. It couldn't sell it's way out of a box." Helga snorted, grabbing a fist full of popcorn from the large bowl that was between her and her sister, Olga. Olga, unlike the amused look on Helga's face, looked thoroughly shaken. Tears were streaming down her face. Helga rolled her eyes. "You are so freaking emotional. Has anyone ever called that to your attention?'
Olga sniffled, blowing her nose on a tissue. "It was so beautiful..." she breathed in her high, far-off voice that Helga had the wonderful pleasure of listening to around the clock. "That girl was so sad. She reminded me of you Helga." Oh, big mistake.
Helga immediately got defensive as she shot Olga a death look. "What the hell are you talking about? I would never do something that stupid! She's only cutting herself for attention so she can 'feel the pain' or some shit like that. I'm not that stupid. If I wanted to end it all, I wouldn't be such a pansy, I'd just do it." She crossed her arms resolutely over her chest.
Olga began to sniffle more, and the tears began to flow. "Oh, baby sister!" she wailed, grabbing Helga into an embrace before the much disgruntled girl could protest. "I only meant because she has the same hair and eyes! I don't want you to ever be suicidal. I don't know what I'd do if you--if you..." Olga broke off sobbing more, but Helga just groaned, shoving her sister away.
"Lay off, will you, Olga?" Helga pleaded, looking tired at having to put up with her sister's overly-emotional mentality. "I'm not suicidal alright? If I was, I would've ended it long ago..." Of course, this was her sarcasm kicking in full blast again, but Olga just wailed even more, her make-up running down her face.
"I need to be getting to bed," she squeaked and jumped up, running out of the room.
"Crimminy," Helga muttered, turning off the movie and then turning on a small light that was on the side table. Also on the side table was her book, Brave New World, which Helga must have read a dozen times. She picked it up, skimming through it, but couldn't concentrate.
(How can I concentrate on a book when my life sucks?)
It was Friday night...correction: Saturday morning. Early morning in fact. Around three a.m. but Helga couldn't tell anymore. Why she had agreed to watch that horrible independent film with Olga, Helga would never know. Perhaps it was just to make her forget about all the things that had been going on lately.
..."You screwed up, Helga. You screwed up big time..."
The words always seemed to resurface into the lodgings of Helga's mind. Her brow furrowed as she put--or rather, threw--the book down. It landed on the shag carpet and Helga layed down on the leather couch to think.
A week had gone by. A week since the party. A week ago, everyone had liked her. Seven days later, she was fucked. She hadn't talked to anyone at school except Lila and Sheena. Helga knew she wasn't the most well-liked person in the world, but she did have friends. Keyword would be did. Everyone avoided her. It would practically raise Helga's spirits if people so much as glared at her. Of course, they had a right to glare at her. As Brainy had said, she'd screwed up. Naturally, Lila and Sheena still confided that they were her friends, but they were acting different around her now.
Helga sighed, running her fingers through her short, messy blonde hair. "I am never drinking again," she said aloud. She must have said it a dozen times, but she always wanted to clarify. "Drinking will make everyone hate you." It was a rather stupid thing to say, considering she had screwed up a few times at the party when she was sober. Helga distinctly remembered kissing Sid and her conversation with Gerald.
Helga brought up her arms, looking at her wrists, which were scar-free. Though Helga would never dare to do anything that idiotic, she almost wanted to at that moment. "I hate myself," she said out of the blue. It surprised her more than Helga thought it would, but it felt good to say it. Rubbing her eyes, Helga stood up. She was in her pajamas, which was basically just a pair of black cotton shorts and big t-shirt. She stretched and yawned loudly, glad that the week was finally over. Helga knew that there were never that many people that liked her, but having everyone in the school hate her was entirely different.
(Bottom line: It sucks.)
Mulling over the horrible week she'd had, Helga morosely made her way out of the Trophy Room and to the stairs. Humming Donna Summer under her breath, (her secret idol), Helga began to ascend the stairs. She was halfway up, when a frantic pounding came at the door. Whipping around, Helga's stomach did somersaults and her heart began beating furiously in her chest. She bolted down the stairs, unlocked the door, and threw it open.
A familiar figure stood before her. The person she had only been reunited with a week ago. The person with the dark eyes, sandy hair, and perfect smile. Though he wasn't smiling now and his eyes were wide, while his hair was messed up, like he'd just woken up.
Helga looked equally surprised as she surveyed Brainy. She was immediately going to make some snide comment, obviously not using her better judgement, but Brainy cut her off: "Phoebe's in the hospital. Some complications with her pregancy. You have to come with me, Helga. We have some things to talk about." He was speaking really fast and almost incoherently. His face was pale except for his flushed cheeks.
The colour immediately drained out of Helga's face, but she decided to say nothing as she grabbed her coak, hurriedly scribbled a note saying where she was, and was out the door, following quickly behind Brainy. He hopped into his old Buick and Helga got into the passenger seat. She barely had time the close the door before he was off down the lone road, the big city seeming much darker than Helga had ever witnessed.
Don't you all just love me for this wonderful beginning cliffhanger? Yay! Don't worry. I want to get started on this right away, so expect more chapters to follow very soon.