Dear Die-ary,
Today was one of the crappiest days of my life. Well, no it actually wasn't. I guess every day of my life is the crappiest. Oh, well. this just goes to show you that my life really does suck. Do you want to hear about it? Let me answer for you. Yes. Yes, you do.
I woke up quickly and remembered that I had to go to school. I fumbled my way to the bathroom and showered, throwing on an outfit that I probably put together in the dark. I put my long black hair in front of one eye, like always, and finished the look by strapping my cutting knife to my leg. I was ready for anything my new school would throw at me.
Hey, you know that last comment I made? well I was wrong. so horribly wrong I was. The old brick high school was situated right behind the elementary school, so I just followed some random kid until I found it. Scared the crap out of him, I did. Ha, ha ha. yeah. good times. Well anyway, I made one new friend and one new enemy. My friend, I met in math class.
"Class, this is Elly." announced the teacher. he steered me into a seat behind a boy with black hair. The boy turned to me. He has sharply outlined features that made him look like a rebel. He was cute, I guess. Oh, what am I saying, he was hot. "Hi, I'm Brian" he said. He looked at me sideways, reminding me of a puppy. His eyes seemed to dig into my very soul, as if searching for something. He wore a black jacket over a red shirt that had a skull on it and blue jeans. He studied me for a while and extended his hand. I shook it awkwardly. He smiled. "Speak much?" he asked. I shook myself out of my trance-like state and smiled back, blushing. "Usually more than now." I answered. "So..." he started after a moment of silence. "Did you just move here Elly?" "Lly" I corrected. "You can call me Lly. And yeah, I guess you could say that."
Devi bit her lower lip. "So she's not here?" she asked. The secretary nodded. "To my knowledge she withdrew her records yesterday. Said she was moving." Devi turned away, trying not to cry. Oh, well. she thought. I guess she might be safe with Johnny. I should check on her though. No. No, I'm never going back to that place ever again. No force on heaven or earth would ever get me to go back there. Even Elly. Devi had clearly made up her mind about this matter, even though in her heart she knew she would have to go back sooner or later.
"Lly!" called Brian, waving me over to where he was sitting for lunch. As soon as I sat down, someone tapped on my shoulder. I looked up. There she stood. She had that, I rule, You suck, kind of aura around her. She raised an eyebrow and looked at me skeptically. "So, you're the new kid?" she asked. I opened my mouth to reply, but she was too quick. "Lana M." she said, extending her hand. I silently compared her perfect manicure to my self-painted and chipped black fingernails. "Elly." I said. Brian looked uneasy."Welcome to school." said Lana, with a sassy air. "Oh, and just so you know, you can do better than this." Lana pointed at Brian. She looked at me and I sensed traces of venom in her stare. "You know what, nevermind. Considering the way you look, I guess you really can't." I stood up quickly. Lana's eyes narrowed. My hands went instinctively to my leg, where my knife was securely hidden under the denim of my jeans. Me and Lana stood face-to-face. "I'm not afraid of you." I said, teeth gritted. All eyes were on me and Lana. "Gothic freak." said Lana. "Why don't you just kill yourself now?" My eyes widened. That, my dear friends, was the last straw. I pulled out the knife in mere seconds, and plunged it into the lunch table behind Lana. she jumped, and I could see the fear reflected in her eyes. Gasps reverberated off the faded walls of the ancient high school, which echoed the noises of the doors slamming behind me.
"Elly, wait!" shouted Brian. He was the only one who had even bothered to follow me out of the cafeteria when I stormed out. I walked quickly towards Johnny's house, making large angry strides. Brian had to run to catch up to me. One could even say I was propelled by the force of my own anger. Yeah. Stuff like that. "Elly, don't let her get to you!" shouted Brian behind me. I whirled around to face him, so fast it made him jump. He was carrying my knife. "I get enough of that at home!" I shouted. "You think I come to school to take more of this crap?" Brian's eyes widened and I noticed that he was not looking at me anymore. I turned around. We were standing in the doorway of Johnny's house. "You live here?" he asked. "Yes." I replied. Brian shook a little. He handed me my knife. "Thanks." I said. I opened the door. "You wanna come in?" I asked. Brian nodded, and I could tell he was trying to put on his big boy pants and be brave. "Sure." he answered. We walked into the kitchen slowly, Brian marveling at everything he came into contact with. Gosh, you think he'd seen a house before. I gave him a lightning quick tour, showing him everything except the basement. That, was a big No-no. I knew I would most surely lose my only friend if I showed him my manaical, psycho father's chamber of torture. At the end of the tour he turned to face me. "I have only one question." he said. "Will you promise to answer if I ask it?" I bit my lower lip hesitantly. I had done a pretty good job of masking the blood and covering some of the low growly noises coming from the basement. I swallowed hard. "Yes." I answered. "Why do you carry that knife with you?" I sighed. "A promise is a promise." I muttered. I pulled up my sleeve and showed him the scars. Brian stood behind me and I could feel how tall he was. He traced my scars lightly with his hands. I shuddered at his touch and closed my eyes. His touch seemed to ignite my emotions, and it was like nothing I've ever felt before. it was almost...almost... Brian's cell phone rang, shattering the moment. I opened my eyes and he let go of me. He answered the phone quickly. "Hello?" I turned away, standing next to him and trying to figure out what I had felt. "Yeah, I'm fine. No. No. I'm going to walk home today. Okay. Really, I am fine. Okay! Sorry. I said I was sorry. Alright. Bye." Brian hung up the phone. "Hey, I have to go now, school's over." I nodded, and we stood in silence for a moment, looking anywhere but at eachother. "I really have to get going now." he finally said. "You wanna walk with me?" I smiled. "Sure." I replied happily.
Johnny paced in the basement, anxiously waiting. Not just for anyone, but for Lly. He had something to show her. Something he needed her help with. His victim sat on the floor, watching him in fear. Just one of the many people who felt that they had something contradictory to say about the way he was. "Where could she be?" he asked Mr. Eff. "She's a child, Johnny." he replied. "Well, I wouldn't show her something she wasn't ready for." "So you're going to show her a murder?" "Not just a murder... I'm gonna show her the wall." Mr. Eff's eyes widened. "If you show her that wall, she'll end up just like you. Bitter. Alone. A slave to the house, doing things that she would clearly not have been doing if it weren't for the wall" Johnny stopped pacing, angrily. "If I weren't here right now, thousands more would be dead!" The woman stopped crying, and stared at the man, clearly confused. Was she becoming delusional? had fear made her lose her mind? she was watching her murderer talk to a styrafoam figure. and it was talking back. And moving. Who was the girl he was talking about? Oh, gosh, what was he going to do to her? Johnny turned to her quickly. "You." He asid. "You should feel lucky. you're giving up your life to save countless others. Almost heroic." The woman's eyes widened. "I-I don't understand..." she started. "Shhh" hushed Johnny. "I'll explain more when my daughter gets here."
"So it's just you and your mom?" I asked. "Yep." answered Brian. "She's kind of paranoid about me. My dad beat both of us when he was drunk, but now he's gone." "What happened?" I asked. "He was sent to jail for manslaughter. He got into a car crash and killed a family of five. When he got out, he went pyscho and tried to kill my mom. He thought she was dead, so he left and and shot some kids at the elementary school and killed a teacher. Then he killed himself." My eyes filled with sympathy. "I don't ususally tell people this. You're the first person I've told." His eyes met mine, and for once, I felt like we were the only two people in the world. "My life hasn't exactly been what you would call perfect, either." I said. "My mom accidentaly got pregnant with me, and she uses any excuse she has to remind me. Lly, you're an accident, and you'll never be anything else, or Lly, you give me bad memories. So I ran away to live with my father. My story kind of stops here, because if I tell you anything else, you'll think I'm crazy." Brian frowned. "I won't think you're crazy." he said. "Really, I trust you, you can tell em anything." "Okay." I said, hesitantly. "My father's a pyscho maniac that talks to creatures that his own mind made up." I hesitated. "And I can see them too. They talk to me." I looked over at Brian, pretty sure he thought I was crazy. And amazingly, he looked at me like I was the sanest person in the world.
"What do they tell you?" he asked. "They tell me to kill myself." I whispered, not looking at him. "And when I tell them I won't, they tell me I'm weak. Just like my father." Brian gave me a hug. It was so unexpected, it took my breath away.
"Lly?" he asked me.
"Yes?"
"Lly, promise me something"
"What?"
"Promise me you'll never do what they say. Promise me."
"I promise." I whispered. The door opened behind us and a tired looking short woman in pajamas came out on the doorstep. "Who's this?" she asked. She looked exactly like Brian. She was a little shorter, with her black hair cropped short. she wore dark framed glasses, which was one major difference. Brian instantly let me go. he looked away sheepishly. "Who's this?" she asked again. Brian cleared his throat hesitantly. "Mom, this is Elly, Elly, this is Mom." Brian's mom gave me a hard look. It was kind of a mix between dissapprovement and distrust. than, get this, she gasped, and she looked at me with fear and recognition, in her eyes. "Brian, get inside." she said quickly. Brian walked in, and turned to look back at me. "Bye, Lly" he said with a smile. I walked home alone, the sky darkening and the stars coming out as I did.
I got home at around midnight. "Hello?" I asked. The house was unusually silent. The basement door was ajar, so I went into the basement. Johnny was waiting for me when I got there. "Lly" he said, walking towards me. I heard movement, so I turned my head towards the noise. A woman was tied up in the corner. I could tell she was terrified. "Lly, I have something to show you." he said. "Please, sir!" came her pleading voice from the corner. "Think-what are you teaching your daughter?" Johnny turned with a snarl frozen on his face. "How to take over the family business." he snarled. The woman cried silently in the corner. Johnny walked over to a table and selected two small swords. He held one in fron tof his face, turning it like he was inspecting it. "Watch. And. Learn." he said slowly. He threw a sword. It whistled throught he air with deadly accuracy. It hit the woman's shoulder blade, spurting blood all over the already bloodied floor. The woman screamed. "Aw, I missed." said Johnny. He walked slwoly over to me. He held the other sword out crefully, his expression telling me to tak eit. I shook. Ever so carefull, I took it from his hands. I turned my head and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath, and threw the sword...
Devi woke with a scream. She was clutching her heart with one hand. She was dripping in sweat and panting. She often had nightmares with Johnny in them, but this one was different. This time, Elly was the killer. If Elly really was with Johnny, than she might not even be alive. But what if she was? What if Johnny was somehow training her in the art of murder? What if Elly was the next Johnny? This thought scared Devi. She needed to bring Elly back. She stood up and walked out of the room. Her feet led her instead, into Elly's room. Devi sat on the bed. Lly's room was just as it had been before she left. The deep purple walls held the same posters they always held, only this time, Devi felt only emptiness in them. Clothes lay in dissarray on the floor. If only Lly was here, Devi thought. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply...
"Please!" the woman's pleading cry was cut off quickly. I turned around. The sword was embedded in her chest. A tiny stream of blood trickled out of her mouth and landed on the sword. Johnny's eyes were wide open and his mouth was agape. My eyes were probably even bigger. I mean, I just killed someone! Wait a minute, I just killed someone! I felt terrible, yet at the same time, I felt good. Like some kind of ancient and terrible bloodlust overtook me. Like Johnny's spirit possessed me. Johnny walked slowly over to me, as if in a daze. "Wow." he said. "But the surprise is far from over. This was just part one." So with a little grunting and groaning, on my part, we dragged the body through a couple of rooms and down a flight of stairs, to a different room. As soon as we were there, something caught my eye. I left Johnny to drag the body the rest of the way in, and walked straight up to what had caught my eye. Johnny walked over to stand beside me. "This is part two." he said. he grabbed a paintbrush and dipped it in blood from the woman's wounds. He handed me one, but I had other plans. I pulled out my knife and slit my arm, walking slowly, like a zombie to the wall that occupied the far end of the room. I dropped the knife on the ground and dragged my wounded arm over the wall. Johnny watched me, silently. I heard Mr.Eff slide up next to him. "Johnny." he said. "This isn't a smart idea." I moved slowly, in a trance. I felt a sudden sting in my arm, and felt instantly drawn to the wall. As if it were the master,and I the servant. I needed to satisfy it. To quench it's thirst for blood. A growling noise came from behind the wall. Johnny quickly jumped to action, grabbing my waist and pulling me away, so fast it made my head spin. I shook myself out of my trance-like state and ripped a chunk off my shirt to nurse my wounded arm. And so, it begins...
I didn't sleep at all for the rest of that night, die-ary. I felt weird and my arm kept hurting. I felt like I gave up a part of me, and that I was different now. Oh, well. good-bye die-ary. I hope I have a better day tomorrow.
Love Elly.
