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"I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here."
For those of you who are still reading this, welcome to the second chapter. I applaud you for your support and bravery. Before I start to tell my very long tale I will tell you once more: I am an average girl with a average life. I did choose for this to happen, it just did. But you know that old saying, 'Good things come to those who wait.'? And I honestly didn't even know I was waiting for something. I think we are all waiting for something amazing to happen to us, even if we are not aware of it. We all are secretly waiting for happiness, friendship, and even love. And those three things were exactly what I was waiting to happen. And on the stormy morning of June 3rd, my long waiting came to a sudden end.
Beep. Beep. Beep. I moaned and put my pillow over my head in attempt to block out the sound. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound that was encouraging me to get out of bed and start my day. Beep. Beep. Beep. I lifted my hand and let it wander around the night stand aimlessly in hope to find the button to shut off the sound I loathed the most. Finally my hand found its destination, and the sound cut off in a mid beep.
8:30 A.M. That's they time my day started. I moaned and sat up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and reached over and put on my square black framed glasses. I then dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to my bed room door, with my mind still half asleep. BANG! Was the sound of my toe colliding with the edge of the door. "OUCH!" I whimpered and held onto the door frame for support. "Stupid door." I muttered. What a great way to start off the day. I thought to myself as I scowled. I walked very awkwardly down the narrow hallway and into my very enclosed kitchen. I took out two slices of whole grain bread and put it in the toaster.
As I waited for the toaster to give me my nice, boring breakfast, I looked outside the small window that was above the sink. The view over looked the ancient city of New Orleans, showing me the old buildings with the elegant designs. A stray red rail car traveled down the middle of the street, dropping off only a hand full of people. And while watching the people, I remember thinking how odd it was to watch strangers. Not only did I feel like a stalker, but it made me think: how many people have watched me from their window? I guess most people don't think about it. Or like how you look at pictures and you see all these people in the background. How many pictures have I been that I'm not even aware of?
That morning's thoughts are just like my mornings today. Curious. Wondering. Confused. But at 10:30 that same morning, my mind has never been more perplexed than any time in my entire life.
By the time I had finished eating my black toast (with my awesome skill of burning toast in a toaster), it was 9:00 on the dot. I just sat there at my small, round mahogany table, not really sure what to do next. I remembered thinking that morning that today was going to be a very boring day. I was off work for the rest of the week, and my best friend was away touring London on this student exchange program thing for her college. I did all sort of aimless things that morning. I did was laundry, read a magazine, and listened to my favorite band; The Beatles.
By the time I finished these mindless tasks (minus listening to The Beatles. How can that be mindless?) It was now 10:25 A.M. I walked over to the window and saw that the sky was slowly being consumed by dark gray clouds. "Grr." I remembered telling myself. And to give you guys a heads up, I tend to make animal sounds when I become confused or angry. If you think that's weird, then too bad. You chose to read this fan fic, so you will have to read my very often animal like noises.
But why was I growling to myself you may ask? Because I needed to take a shower, and I didn't like taking them in storms. What if it lightning while I was in the shower and it struck me? So I hurriedly ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower to hot. I then walked out of my bathroom to fetch a towel and cloth while the water heated up. Absent mindedly I glanced at the clock. 10:28 A.M. As I went through the pile of laundry I had folded earlier, there was a loud slam. BOOM! I jumped at the sudden sound. I can't quiet remember what all went through my head at that minute. All I knew was that it sounded like a door slam.
A door slam? Why would a door slam? The wind maybe? No, none of my windows open. But why would a door slam? No one else was in the apartment..or so I thought. I dropped the towel that was in my arms and instantly ran to the bathroom.
Okay, I know what you are all thinking. There is possibly a serial killer in my apartment, and I am running toward the sound? I don't know. Don't judge me, okay? Just keep reading and keep your thoughts to yourself.
But like I was saying, I was running toward the sound and noticed that the bathroom door was shut. My mind was very cloudy with all the thoughts going through my head. The first thought was of course was, 'Holy crap Batman.' (Yes, that is like my phrase to let you know.) My other thoughts were going through many different steps. Should I call the cops? Should I open the door? Should I take all my beloved Beatles things and run for the hills? Should I find a weapon and beat the crap out of whoever is in my freakn' bathroom? And for all you idiots who are reading this and thinking "I would do.." and chose my last suggestion, congratulations. You and I are both idiots. Not that there is anything wrong with being an idiot. I find it quiet enjoyable at times.
Like I had given away, I, being myself, went to find the only weapon I could think of. A knife? I don't want to be a murder, but thanks anyways. A metal bat? Where the heck did I even get that? A wrench? Do I look like Bob The Builder? I grabbed what I thought would hurt the intruder but not necessarily kill him. I mean what if it was an innocent, deranged old lady who came into my bathroom window because she had to use the little girl's room? Did I want to be known as the person who beat the pickles out of an old lady because she was using my bathroom? I think I'll pass on that.
I bet you guys didn't notice (I don't know, you may have. Who am I to say?) hat I didn't say the weapon I chose. Well if you must know, it was a lamp. But not just any old lamp. It was a lava lamp. My beloved lava lamp. I mean I didn't really want to break it, but I also didn't want to be the victim of a homicide either. So I figured the death of my favorite lamp would be better than my own death. Plus this thing can be very deadly! Have you ever touch it when it has been on for hours? Man it burns! But since I didn't have an extremely long extension cord to burn the stranger, that wasn't going to happen. The glass would be enough pain for them I supposed. Or they can slip on the lava inside so I can escape. Either way.
I crept to the bathroom door and took in a deep breath. I knew what I was doing was crazy, but that's kind of what I was. Crazy. Remember when I said I was an average girl? Well aren't most average girl's crazy? I took in another breath and held it has I reached for the silver door knob. And as soon as I opened the door, a wave of hot steam consumed me. I was soon incapable of seeing for my glasses instantly fogged up. Being freak out, I took a stepped forward, which was a horrid idea.
THUD! I feel onto the very wet and sticky floor. My glasses flew off my face and landed somewhere. What was the point of wearing them anyways? I couldn't see with or without them anyways. But because of my lack of vision I knew one thing was for certain. I was screwed.
I started frantically feeling around for my glasses so I could run out. I was breathing hard and was starting to sweat by this time from the hot steam. "Yes, there is a possible psycho maniac in your steamy bathroom and you're on the floor looking like Velma off of Scooby Doo trying to find your glasses." I remembered thinking. "And why would there be someone in your bathroom when no one can even see and then close the door? To take a shower?" I laughed at that thought. Who would do that? I thought I was silly for even considering the thought that someone could of snuck in.
However when I had convinced myself that no one was in here, I felt something. A lace. I stopped dead in my tracks and squinted my eyes in hope to see though the steam. The steam was lightning up from the door being opened and could make out a brown or black object right in front of my face. I felt it again. A shoe. My hand went up past the laces slowly and felt something else. A ankle.
You probably all think I'm some weirdo freak right now, huh? Well I want all your people reading this to think if you were in my place. You're in your bathroom, crawling on the floor, and find a shoe that is connected to an ankle and..okay, so maybe I am a weirdo freak. So what? You're the one who decided to read this.
My hand brushed something next to the shoe. My glasses! I quickly put them on and everything came into focus. And I mean everything. There wasn't just one shoe. There were eight. My eyes slowly moved up from where my hand was on the strange ankle, up the leg, to the torso, and up to see eight looking at me like I was a deadly disease.
"Does my ankle feel nice?" The one spoke. And before I jumped up, slipped out the door, crash into the wall with a very loud thump, trip over the long forgotten (and still in one piece) lava lamp that landed on the carpet, and run into my room, I noticed something very special about the unknown voice. It was British. But a very off British. Do you know what I mean? Like how in America, we all have American accents, but some in different parts sound different? Like the people up north talk differently than those of the south? Kind of like that.
But my brain wasn't registered on the voice. Before I dove under my bed with a pillow over my head, I noticed the time on my digital clock read 10:30. 10:30. That time will always be a special time in my heart. It's when life was changed. For better or for worse? Some will tell you better, other worse. But all I know now, is that I will never forgot that time.
You might be wondering why I was stressing the time here. Well yesterday, Sunday March 20th at 10:30 A.M, a kid who used to go to my school passed away from a very rare cancer. Although I have never met him, (he was diagnosed before I started going to that school) he gave the school hope for he had fought many year with this illness.
RIP.
You gave us the hope to never stop fighting, and you'll always be in our hearts.
