"Crazy, Crazy, Crazy!"
Dear Diary,
Two days ago I fell in love with a boy. Brown hair and blues, he wasn't tough, I liked that. His name was Mark. Everytime I'd walk into the classroom, he'd smile straight at me as I walked across the room.
Sincerely yours, Erica.
September 3
Dear Diary,
We had a new arrival at my highschool, another kid. Tall, brown hair, brown eyes, quite the the mysterious type. He comes into the classroom wearing a sleeveless, white shirt with a flannel pulled over it. His jeans were ripped at the knees and worn out at the way bottom. He had the soothest southern accent I've ever heard in my life, nicer than Mark's. This boy there's something about him that I can't figure out.
Sincerely yours, Erica
September 4
Dear Diary or whatever,
To much has happened today. One, I come to find out that this new kid has every class with me, except for gym. Two, his locker is next to mine. I walk right into my first period, and there he is, sweet talking a bunch of girl-cheerleaders-in the back of the room. As I walked in, for some damn reason, I couldn't take my eyes away from him. Later that day, I was walking through the halls on my way to class when I witness this new kid making out with Marlene, the head cheerleader. Well, the cheerleader had him against the lockers, so while she was sucking on his neck, he had the perfect way to watch me as I walked by, and again I couldn't take my damn eyes away. He had a sexy apeal to him. My last period, Ms. Turbody assigns me as the new kid's lab partner. He comes in with a certain walk, keeping his eyes only on me, no one else, just me. Wierd. I bet he's going to push me six feet under ground with insults or some shit like that, that's what most of these guys here do to me anyways. He sits down, still staring at me. I felt awkward, so I kept my head down in my diary. I knew he was pointing out every flaw on me that turned him and most guys off. Especially Mark, who decides to start ignoring me all of a sudden.
sincerely yours, the nerd girl.
Fuck this "dear diary" shit.
I escaped school in the middle of the day. Packed my shit and walked right out of the building. During lunch I approached Mark like I always do, "Hey Mark!" This time he tips the tray of food over on my new shirt I bought to impress him. Then, he decides to spit on my shoes, then turns around and puts his arm around the same girl that the new kid was sucking face with. God, I hate my life.
Erica quickly shut her diary and tossed the damn thing off to the other side of her tent. That's when her mind started wondering and thinking: brown hair, brown eyes, mysterious, cold, cocky. Then a another thought hit her: lips, hair, eyes, lips, hair, eyes. "Eyes. Touch. Hair. Lips." Erica stopped herself, then thought deeply. "No. Eyes. Lips. Hair. Touch." She then had another thought, one that made her smile as she repeated the words with a beat. "Eyes. Lips. Hair. Touch. Eyes. Lips. Hair. Touch. All the things a girl needs." Eyes. Lips. Hair. Touch...
Flashback
The music in the club boomed through out the underground building. More than twenty bodies danced, moved, and rubbed against each other. Body heat lifted into the air, making even more things sweatier as the music became louder. Erica danced in one place, back against her long life crush, Mark. He kept his hands cupped around her waist as she seductively swayed in his grasps. His warmth breath against her neck enlighted her as she moved to the beat of the song. The song ended and the crowd clapped loudly, Erica clapped as well. Mark gripped onto the girl's arm, pulling her behind him to the bar. "Erica, I need to tell you something." Mark said loudly for her to hear.
"What?" She answered back.
"I've seen how you have changed." Erica went from short dresses to holey jeans, leather jackets, leather combat boots and wrists bands all up and down her arms. Even a tattoo. "I thought I could hit a bad girl..." He trailed off. Knowing that she's more intimedating to him than anyone else.
"Mark?"
"I can't be seen with a drop out." The music started back up, this time playing ACDC up front. Erica stood there staring into this asshole's eyes. Erica turned her head off to aside and saw something that looked familiar before she had dropped out of school. A overwhelming feeling aroused her inside. Being broken up with, or insulted, or drunk caused it. Erica looked back into Mark's eyes, then she smiled, showing off her bright white teeth. "You alright?" He asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Erica grabbed his arm then twisted it all the way around till he yelped in pain. "I think I found something better." Erica then let go of Mark's arm, shoving him away from her. She turned and picked up a glass of whiskey from girl, took a sip, swooshed, then spit all over Mark.
"Crazy bitch!" Mark cursed. Erica put the glass back on the bar, pulled out some money and gave it to the girl.
Then, pulled out somemore. She slammed the twenties against Mark's chest, "Here! Go buy yer' self a new look." Erica started stepping away.
"I'm 'bout to go crazy, ya' bitch." Mark said angrily, tossing the money onto the ground.
"Wanna see crazy? Just watch." Erica turned around, knowing the thing she wanted was in the club along with them. She strutted in between the crowd of dancers, feeling the dreading eyes follow her as she pushed people aside as she made her way towards the person she's been wanting most ever since he's walked into the club. The guy was standing back against the wall, with his arms to his side as he watched the band he's in play. Erica didn't stop to say hi, she locked her fingers around his brown hair, then pulled him in for a brutal kiss. Mark watched his ex-girlfriend kiss the new kid from school. The guy moved his eyes upward, noticing Mark eyeing them, then the guy smirked. The new kid pressed his lips hard and rough against Erica's neck, "Mm." She moaned. Admitting to herself that he's a better kisser than Mark really is. Then he pinched her flesh between his teeth. "Ah!" She chuckled, she pulled away, feeling her neck, blood. Erica leaned upward, kissing his neck all the way to his chin bone.
He cupped his hands around her cheeks, pushing Erica agianst the wall. He kissed her gently agianst the lips, making them want more than a make out session. He looked around, noticing they ended up in a hall way, lit up by red lights tha flickered. They were not alone. Two other guys were coming down the hall in their direction, two gays. Erica saw them, then tugged on his shirt sleeve. He looked at her, then saw a door, Janitors room! He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the room, "Follow me." He said opening the door, she rushed inside as he shut and locked the door. "Wanna go through with it?" He asked Erica, just making sure.
Erica pushed herself against his body, kissing him on the collar bone. "Of course. Why ya' askn' such a question?" Erica asked, harshly pulling his flannel down off of his shoulders, exposing his arms.
"Just tryin' to be respectful, is all." Erica laughed. He lowered his arms, feeling the back of Erica's legs, then lifted them up over his sides and pushed her against the wall. Erica lifted her shirt up over head, then dropped it onto the ground. He kissed her from her neck line all the way to her the middle of her breasts. He then back up, she still had her legs wrapped around him, he walked backwards against the table and lied back on it. Erica sat on him, thrusting her hips. "I saw yer' friend while ya' came up to me. He looked upset." Erica ran her hands upward against both sides of his chest.
"He's pissed." She replied.
"Bout what?" He asked.
"Showing him up." Erica leaned down, kissing him on the lips, but he didn't kiss back. "What's yer' name?" Erica asked out of curiousity.
"Ra..." He stopped before relizing what she meant. "Uh...I can't do this." Erica stopped, realizing that she had just slipped. She knew she must've hurt him, because he's always screwing girls, but he doesnt' want Erica? The one he's been wanting since he's laid eyes on her. Erica got off of him quickly, rushing for her shirt. "Uh..." He picked up his flannel and put it back on. "I...this was...uh." He awkwardly stuttered.
"I'm sorry for-"
"Ya' know what. I'm fine. I'll take ya' home if ya' wanna ride?" Erica didn't think much of it. The ride was silent all the way to her Mom's house. Ra. That's all he had to provide for her? Erica felt something for this guy, he was nice, and pleasant. "This yer' house?" He pointed to the little one story house on the block. Erica felt embarrassed for having him witness where she's living. So she quickly pointed at the darkest house next hers.
"That's mine." She nervously laughed. He saw the look on her face. Before she got out, he grabbed her by the arm.
"It isn't yer' house." Erica felt insecure for a second, a bit confused and scared of him catching her in a lie just to impress him. "Look, ya' ain't the only drop out livin' in a dump." Erica looked down at her hands. "My dad beats my momma cause he's unhappy, and sometimes lashes out on me. I live in a trailer park." He looked at her with a unhappy grin of honesty. Erica leaned forward and kissed him one last time on the lips, then pulled away. He opened his eyes right as she was getting out of his old pickup.
"Thanks." Erica smiled sweetly at him. He nodded and watched her head up into the shitty dump of a home. But the feeling of being used lingered within him, but he won't see that bitch again, hopefully.
"She didn't even git my name." He muttered to him self as he steered the truck up the street.
"Ra...Ra...Ra...dall...Randall." Erica kept trying to sound the 'Ra' part out, trying to place that guy's face she almost lost her virginity to that night. "It can't be him." Erica told herself as she paced from side to side. "That kiss." Erica stopped suddenly. "Randall." She smiled as she said his name. Erica has one last chance of saving Randall, and it's gonna be crazy! She grabbed her Uncle's gun and put four bullets in it, then turned and ran down the grassy hill and straight to the shed. The sun was gone, making the sky all black. The woods and further onward in front of her was shaded. "Randall!" She yelled his name excitedly, once again, body slamming the door. She opened. "Nothing?" She said aloud a she stared into the dark shed. "Oh no." The barn execution. Time for the plan to play out.
Shane gripped tightly to the back of Randall's neck as he followed behind Daryl who led them into the woods. Shane had talked Rick out of blowing the kid's brains out in the barn, he'd rather do it in the woods. Rick had to talk to Dale about Randall one last time, so he wants Shane to get a bit more information out of Randall before the execution. Shane shoved Randall out in front of him, Daryl circled around in the other direction, staring Randall down. The prisoner looked around every where, then saw the glare in both men's eyes. "C'mon...man, ya' gotta believe me." Shane grunted and rushed right up to Randall, slugging him in the gut. The boy crumbled to the ground, gasping for air. Daryl stood there, watching Shane stand over the boy. The sheriff's deputy grabbed the prisoner by the shoulder, then lifted him up. "Stop! Please!" He begged.
"Where's yer' group?!" Shane asked, then he slugged the boy in the face. "Answer me!" Shane comanded, hitting the Prisoner again and again. Then, Shane dropped the kid, "Gonna answer me, boy?!"
"I already told ya'!" Randall cried out. He rolled over, spitting up more blood. "I don't know..." he sobbed, wiping his mouth free of blood. Shane sighed and looked back at Daryl, who just stood there, watching quietly.
"Oh well..." Shane stubbed the tip of his shoe into the middle of Randall's stomach.
"AH!" Randall cried out in pain. Shane then lifted him back up by the shirt, and swung at him. Bam! Bam! that noise was made again and again. Randall used his bounded hands to cover his face, but Shane had his ways.
Erica ran as fast as she could to the barn, she grabbed the handle onto the door and pulled it open it. "Ugh!" She grunted as she squeezed in. No one was here. "No!" She screamed outloud. "No!" Erica turned and saw something to take her anger out on. She walked right up to the saddle and took great grip on it, then pulled it right off of the holster and swung it to the ground. Her anger gave her power. Then she pushed her long hair back, revealing her tears.
"Erica!" She whirled around seeing Carl standing there.
"Carl, where'd they take Randall?" Erica started out of the barn, there's no sense of being in there.
"Into the woods. That way." Carl pointed his finger towards the woods behind the barn. "My dad is already half way there, Erica. What are you going to do?" Erica had no time to answer, she pushed Carl aside and ran straight into the woodlands.
Rick found the guys and the brutal sight. "Shane! No. Stop." Rick yelled at Shane. Shane looked at his friend, then let go of the prisoner. "Jesus, Shane?"
"I thought you weren't comin'." Rick shook his head, leaning down and pulling Randall to his feet.
"Git up." Randall whimpered as he found his balance. Rick the took out a blind fold and tied it around his head.
Randall started crying, "God...don't." Rick stepped away from Randall as he raised his gun. Daryl came up behind Randall, curled his fingers through the kid's hair and pulled him to his knees. Rick nodded for Daryl to lay off, and so he did. "Please..."
"Any last words?" Rick asked, giving some politeness.
"Don't do this." Randall sobbed. Rick aimed the gun, then slowly pulled the hammer on the gun back, almost there-
"Don't do it." A voice growled from behind him. Daryl looked up from the prisoner and saw his neice, standing behind Rick with a gun pressed against her temple. "Make this easy for us, Rick. Drop the fucking gun and step away from the boy." Erica ordered, pressing the pistol harder against her head.
"Erica, gimme the gun." Shane told her, stepping towards her, she pulled the gun from her head and aimed it at Shane. "Whoa." Shane put his hands up for her back off. "C'mon now."
"Erica! Enough, now git outta here." Daryl yelled at her. Erica put the gun back to her head.
"Four bullets in this gun, one is a dud. Gimme a good reason not to send one in through my skull." Erica threatened.
"Rick, shoot him. She's bluffing." Shane said to Rick. Rick looked back at Randall, who snapped into sobbing again. Erica walked up closer to Rick and pulled the tigger.
"Click." Daryl's heart dropped, his palms sweated, he knows she's protecting the prisoner, but for what reasons? "Oh...let's see if there's another lucky one in the chamber. Maybe it'll go, boom." Erica went to pull the trigger but-
"No!" Daryl blurted out. He rushed forward with his hands out. "Rick, let him go."
"No. Rick! Kill this son of a bitch!" Shane ordered.
Rick was torn between what to do. Erica held the gun above her head, and pulled the trigger. The gun shot rang through the air, Daryl couldn't believe it. "Taking his life is like me taking mine. No difference."
"Erica...don't...do this to yer' self." Randall whispered. Shane got pissed for him even speaking and kicked Randall in the back. "AH!" Randall flew forwards into the gravel. Erica put the gun up again, and pulled the trigger. Another shot. "Erica! Please!" Randall begged her not to commit suicide for him.
"Erica, please, baby girl gimme the gun." Daryl begged, holding his hand out to her. Erica put the gun to her head again.
"First, Rick stepp away from Randall. Two, I talked to Dale he's taking Randall into custody after this. Three, he'll do anything to help out around the farm. He'll share the RV with Dale, Carol, and will have to sleep on the floor. Is that understood?" Erica looked straight at Shane.
"Yes." Rick put his gun away.
Erica smiled and nodded, "Randall, c'mere." Erica called him over to her. She didn't trust Rick or Shane to grab her and shoot Randall. The prisoner sat up, pulling the blind fold off, the he slowly stood up and hurried over to her. "Anyways, we're both willin' to sit on down some where with ya'll and tell ya' a story and talk things out."
Rick scratched his face and nodded softly, "Did good kid. We'll git some sleep tonight, and meet up in the mornin' with Hershel." Erica turned and faced Randall, who bobbed his head in pain. "I'll git our new friend a shirt." Rick said passing them both by. But, he stopped, took out his knife and sliced the rope that bounded Randall's wrists. "My apologies." Randall bowed his head, and Rick carried on. Shane rushed past the two, grunting and cursing on his breath. Daryl just stood there, hands on hips, he had that stupid smirk again.
"Stubborn kids. I'll tell ya' that much." Daryl uttered as he walked past the two. Erica turned towards her new friend!
"C'mon. Let's go git ya' cleaned up and into bed." She put her arm around his waist, he then leaned against her for support as she led him back to the RV.
Dale stood up on the roof of the RV, he had his rifle tightly gripped in both hands. His eyes widened when he saw the Prisoner, being escorted towards his Mobile home unbounded and by Erica. "Everything going to be alright?" He asked as he climbed down from the top. Erica smiled and nodded slowly, feeling relieved. Dale stopped just inch in front of Randall, the boy looked at Dale for a good minuted. "Names Dale." The old man held his hand out to the boy. Randall looked at it like he's never seen a hand before. He broke and shook his hand firmly. "Firm hand shake, i like that." Randall smiled nervously. Dale put his hand on Randall's shoulder and grinned, "Nothing to be worried about, son. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and into bed."