Thanks for all the likes and Reviews. As I told you before, I am a poet, so I'm using some poems I wrote which can be found in my blog, a wordpress blog called loveamongotherthings and those would be in italics.


"Like what Alex? Ha? Are you gonna hit me? Are you gonna kill me? Do whatever I don't care"

Alex could not take it anymore. She was not a violent person but Sylvie was pushing all her limits.

"I am going out. You stay."

With that Alex opened the door, slammed it behind her.

This is what we have become.


"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."

Jim Morrison


It was still freezing outside. But she had to go. It was suffocating to be in the same room as Sylvie. Alex did not know where to go but she kept walking. Thank god I had some sense to get the jacket. Avoiding the colder wind, She tried to remember the last time she was happy. She racked her brain trying to find an exact moment but failed. This is my life now. She was angry. As long as she could remember she was feeling this restlessness. Her heart was empty. All she needed was love, someone who could understand her, someone to share her feelings and someone who could make her feel warm. But Sylvie was far from that.

She used to be a fun loving woman when they first met. They met at a library. Alex loved to read and always loved to write, as long as she could remember. It was her drug, her escape from brutality of reality. There was a corner where hardly anybody went, pretty silent and it was Alex's spot. She was scribbling a poem in her notebook when she first saw Sylvie.

First rule in life,

Don't open

Your heart too soon,

To souls that fly,

Into your life,

For it could be in pieces,

Zillion tiny little pieces,

Without you realizing,

The enormity,

Of the pain,

Or,

The eternity it would take,

To erase them away…

"Wow, deep"

She heard someone saying and she closed her notebook. A not so bad looking girl was staring at her, tall and slender body and long legs, softer red lips, her face was confident and eyes expressive. Alex was lost in her.

"Are you always like that? Peeping into strangers' books?"

"I like to read and I like writers. At least I'm not shallow"

She teased Alex.

Sylvie looked at this dark haired woman with awe. Her pale skin and emerald eyes were mesmerizing Sylvie and she was wearing a white tank top and black leather jacket and blue jeans and biker boots. She looks so hot was Sylvie's first thought.

"Oh, a smarty pant are you?"

It was Alex's turn.

"Sylvie"

"Alex"

"Nice to meet you Alex. I like your way of looking at things."

"Oh, do you?

"I do not believe in love."

"If it's with the right person, then yes Sylvie."

"How are we gonna know whether it is the right person or not?"

"You gotta swim if you want to know how deep the water is right?"

"But what if you cannot swim Alex?"

"Then you die, the most painful death, it could be by drowning or by sharks."

"You are brutal"

"Am I? You know nothing about me"

"I would like to know."

That was the woman she fell in love with. Funny and witty and who loved her writing. Not this person who's not going to give her a break and always made her angry.

Alex checked her watch, she walked for almost an hour and Sylvie must have come to her senses by now. She thought to herself and walked back to her apartment. Mrs. Holmes was outside and Alex waved her hand.

"Alex, I heard lot of noises, I thought you were inside"

"No, it's Sylvie, Mrs. Holmes"

"Oh"

That's all she said.

Everyone knows what a fucking psycho Sylvie is. Alex felt ashamed.

She knocked the door, it was half open and Alex was shocked to see the plight of her living room. Everything was turned upside down. Her notebooks, her books, her laptop was on the floor too. Alex gritted her teeth in anger and at that moment she wanted to slap and strangle Sylvie so hard. She searched for her but there was no sign. She went to her bedroom and everything was wracked as well. Rage hissed through Alex's body like deathly poison and it was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off her like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed her soul and her face was turning red and she was fuming, " Fuck you" she screamed, knowing very well no one was there to hear her.

Love I thought we had

Oh, it was never there,

Some sad truth, but better than you lying,

You took my soul away from me.


Alex was early the next day to her office. She did not want to be in the bad books of her new boss. She was assigned to the creative writing section of the paper and she knew Mr. Demarco from day one because he used to be Alex's immediate Boss before he became the Editor of Daily Planet. So he knew Alex and her problems and he liked Alex, a hard working, no nonsense woman and gave her recognition for her work whenever he could.

"Pssst, Polly"

She winked at Mr. Demarco's assistant.

"Hiya Alex, early today huh?"

"Yup. do you know who's the new boss? Is he tough?"

"It's a she and she is tough. She is quite young, she is from Stanford, like me and year or two junior. The smartest in her class so without a doubt the valedictorian. She knows me, so I am safe."

"So she basically a Godzilla?"

"A what?"

"I mean is she nasty and vicious?"

"Try to stay out of trouble kid. She is not an easy woman to be with. I tell you that."

"Thanks Polly. Now I am more scared."

"Just be safe Alex. do you job and get out. You will be okay"

Alex was not sure whether to be happy or sad. This new boss seemed to be super smart and sound like Margaret Thatcher in making. She had enough troubles without any dragon ladies in her life. Alex sighed and started scribbling in her notebook.

I try to remind myself of the good times

Those not so painful days

But my mind is blurred

I try tending to my new wounds

I am not worried about the depth or the raw flesh

Or how much blood I have lost

I am worried about the scars

Accumulating scars

That make my soul shiver…

She heard a chatter and looked up. Mr. Demarco was walking with Polly and a lady, may be the same age as Alex. Her tall frame and slender body were like of a hot model. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, blonde hair, so smooth and silky. She was gorgeous but Alex felt her coldness. "The dragon Lady" Alex muttered and wondered what her name was.