A Chat With a Maniac
A/N: Sorry I'm posting this instead of something for Concrete Angel! I have massive writers block! Plus I wrote this at like, 2 am in one of my many notebooks.
" See ya Devi, got to baby-sit tonight." Devi waved "See ya, Ryllis." She said. I grabbed my neon orange jacket and purse, then did a quick once over of the shop and ran out into the pouring rain. "Dammit. Ryllis, you need to watch the weather in the morning!" I said to myself. I talk to myself quite often, but I'm not insane. Not yet anyways. "You picked the PERFECT day to walk to work. Why are you so stupid?" There she was, right on time. The voice I sometimes talk to. I've actually taken to calling her Scarlett. Ok, so I might be a little crazy.
"Ok Ryllis, tonight your baby-sitting for the Casil's. And they live at.." I took a sticky note out of my pocket "778 Gearhead Lane. That's not to far, its only what? 3 streets over? You can so make it there if run." My slow stride turned into a run. "Face it, you're never on time for anything. You couldn't be on time to save your life." "Shut up Scarlett! I try! Ok?" Why must you pick out my EVERY flaw?" I said, ignoring the fact that some men outside a bar were staring. "Ryllis, You always seem to forget that its my job. And your insane. I wouldn't exist if you weren't." "You're just a figment of my imagination. You DON'T exist! Why do I even talk to you?" "I dunno. Your crazy. That's why." I shook my head.
God I hate that voice. I started to hear her around the 6th grade. She was just like an imaginary friend at first. Someone to talk to. She occasionally told me to set fire to someone's house, or put poison in Marie Goldbeg's milk, but I never did. Once I got into college though, she really took over. She started to demand things that I couldn't do. Like, killing my ex-boyfriend Jordan Sleeas. Lets just say his last name fit him well. Then, she told me to go on a massive killing spree around campus. I gave in and killed ONE pervy professor. Hey, the dude was a pedophile. He tried to rape my little cousin Charlotte on her field trip there. How he even got IN the 4th floor ladies room I'll never know, because there's cameras everywhere.
I turned a corner, soaked to the bone. "Almost there. Only a few more blocks!" I said to myself. "Ryllis, nobody cares. Your just a crazy college graduate with no life. You only have one friend, and shes a freak, face it, you might as well go die in a hole." That statement made me snap. "Listen here you..Insult I'll come up with later, Alphonsine is one of my best friends, and if you ever talk about her that way again we ARE going back to the Therapist." "I mean even listen to her name, Alphonsine! Wait, did you say THERAPIST! Oh God PLEASE not him again!"
I smirked as I bounded down the street. She hates that therapist. Once I bring up the therapist she always shuts up. I glanced at a nearby street sign, Gearhead Street. "Oh good, Im almost there.' I sighed. I ran faster down the street. "776, 777, 778! There it is!" I stopped in front a somewhat large house. "Took ya long enough." Scarlett snorted. I ignored her. I looked in to the driveway, the car was gone. "Huh..They musta left already." I knocked on the door. No answer. I looked above the door and under the mat, no spare key either. "Looks like I'll have to use a window." I sighed. I looked around for a ladder or something. Nada.
A streak of lighting lit up the sky, exposing an open window. "Booya." I said. "Now, Anything at all I can climb?" I pushed a clump of my saturated hair out of my face and grabbed my purse. The street was mostly bare except for a tree across the sidewalk. "That's it!" I said, almost shrieking with happiness. I ran to the small oak.
There was one branch placed low enough for me to reach. It seemed to get into a den. I took a chance and leaped, crashing through the open window.
EH? DID YA LIKE IT? I've been working on this for months! And yes, Devi's a little OOC, But just think this is about, say a year?, after hers and Johnnys little "Meeting". PLEEEEAAASSSE R&R? And check out my other story, What the Fook! Chapter 2 is on the way! (For What the Fook and this one!) Johnny will come in around say...Chapter 3? I promise!