DEAR DIARY.
WORKING ON IMPROVEMENT.
CHAPTER 6.
I haven't been writing for a couple of reasons. First I didn't hit my review count. Second I'm clinically depressed. I cant sleep,eat,or think without suicidal thoughts, so beyond the point I'm not in the best shape. So Read it, Review it, so everyone besides me can live happily ever after.-childlike complexion.
My date with Danny was fascinating. He listened, I talked, and it was descent. I was worried at first that I might bore him with my dreadful storytelling. He didn't seem to mind. There was only one problem with are date, whenever he spoke my mind physiologically placed Duncan s head on his shoulders. I shook my head at least a hundred times to get that stupid imagery out of my skull, but whenever he spoke Duncan s head would appear. I'm sure Danny thought I had turrets. Duncan s face appeared with his jet black hair with the strike of green in his bang. Oh and that ever-lasting smirk that never seemed to disappear. I soon started interrupting him so I could escape from Duncan. So as far as the date went Larry, I screwed up.
Danny offered to walk me home but I had other plans. I knew I liked Danny but if that was going to work I had to talk to him. I hugged Danny goodbye and started walking towards our neighborhood. See Larry life always is testing me, to see if I'll break and hang myself from my closet coat hanger. My whole theatrical moment on life was to point out that life made him and I next door neighbors. I walked up cracked steps to his house. I skipped the third step remembering there was a gaping hole in the center that taunted people to step inside. I looked at my watch and hoped that it s not too late to be ringing there doorbell. The watched clicked to a stop and I clinched my petite hand into a fist and whacked it. The watched started up again and read nine PM. I sighed and turned around knowing that it was too late. I walked down the steps and forgot about the third one and ended up tumbling down there steps. I groaned in pain and sat up in a sitting position. There porch light clicked on and Mrs. Maurice answered the door, looking confused at me. I looked up at her with a fake smile knowing pain was written all over it.
"Third step." She asked me already knowing the answer. "Courtney, he s not here." I growled softly and nodded my head. "You know where I can find him." I asked politely. Mrs. Maurice sighed at me and walked down the steps.
She helped me up and sat me down on the second step. "Duncan s not the safest person to be around." She said starting off. "He still unstable and I'm thinking about sending him off. This time not military school. You two have been through a lot and Duncan isn t making any improvements even after military school, therapy, counseling anything you can think of. Maybe it s time we take the next step up and take him to a home..." My breath caught, I couldn't believe my ears.
"Mrs. Maurice..." I started off but she interrupted. "I've decided on it." I held up my hands and pleaded with her, I understand but maybe I can help. Duncan and I have been going through a lot and I'm still not the same. Maybe if we spent time together, maybe just maybe will fix each other. It'll take time getting through to him but we can only try." Mrs. Maurice looked at me with sorrowful eyes and nodded her head.
"Elm Street Courtney. Just look for a wild, out of control party. Wait here." She said holding up one finger. She came back with car keys. "Duncan s probably not in the best shape. Drive him home please?" I nodded my head and told Larry I'd try. I knew even when Duncan was drunk he'd still hate me.
I waved to Mrs. Maurice as I pulled out of her drive way. I turned left and headed down to Elm Street. I turned off the radio and drove in complete silence. It let my thoughts run around my membrane or nervous system whatever it s called. "I'm pretty sure its nervous system." Larry spoke for first time. I shook my head and laughed. Yep I found the end of the yellow brick road of insanity.
You could defiantly tell what house held the party because there were kids throwing up in turns on the front lawn. I pulled to a stop and jumped out. I walked I stepped on the sidewalk and tried avoiding the vomit. I finally reached the front door and thought about knocking but just walked in. I stepped inside and chocked on the smell of cigarettes and booze. I started walking around looking for him. I felt a beefy hand run across the lower half of my back. I jumped and turned around to see large man with the hint of weed roaming around him. "You don't seem to belong here, what s your name?" He said breathing deeply on me. Hopefully this isn't him trying to be attractive. I decided to be courteous for the first time in a while. "Your right, I don't belong here and do you know someone named Duncan." I asked looking up at him. He rolled his eyes in mock and said, "Come on babe don't think about that green punk. How about I show you around." I growled in irritation. "Listen Fuck don't call me a babe that is a pig and two answer my question before I roast your testicles on the Bonn fire that s roasting outside." My eyes flared with anger while he looked at me in shock. He rose his hand in anger and screamed "Bitch." His hand swung but was caught in another hand. I fast fist crunched into the pigs nose. He fell backwards onto the ground while I stood there in shock.
That same hand grabbed me roughly and spun me around. I looked up to a pair of piercing blue eyes, black hair and a green bang. "Outside." He growled at me. I started walking to the door looking like a child that just been scolded. Duncan grabbed the keys out of my hand and pushed against my back towards his mother s car. I knew he was mad. "Furious." Larry said in mock tone.
I sighed under my breath and reached for the car door. The door handle jammed into my back as he slammed me into the car door."What in the hell do you think your doing here." If I hadn't been scared I would have screamed in pain. Duncan looked into my eyes for a quick second and mumbled, Sorry." I opened my mouth but soon closed it. I promised Mrs. Maurice I'd get him home and, if I opened my mouth about her jump and his drug usage and his fathers murder he would not cooperate. As I soon thought back to everything that happened back then, nothing had to do with me. So why did I bump in. "Because your an idiot." Larry bluntly said to me.
"Leave Courtney." Duncan said awkwardly. "Not without you." I said. "Your mom made me promise to... I said but was interrupted with Duncan s laugh. It wasn't a happy laugh more of a twisted sick laugh. "You re so fucking naive." He said. "You really think I'm going to leave because my mommy told me to." He giggled again and continued, "Besides Brady in there needs another black eye." "Duncan its best if you leave." I said trying to persuade him. "Really!" He said in mock excitement. "Why Courtney? Please explain." "Because your moms thinking about sending you to a home, so I suggest you cooperate and I can get you out of going." I said looking down away from his eyes. His eye softly twitched and smirked, Like the only utensil I get to use is a spoon kind of home?" He making a joke out of this. "Just get in the car Duncan." I said aggravated. He looked at me for a while and said, You know what? I think I will." I took a nervous deep breath and got behind the wheel.
9years into the future.
"Why is it whenever you tell a story that I sound like an ass?" I asked my wife while she made dinner. She laughed loudly at me and said, "Because you are one." I shrugged my shoulders in agreement and continued to pace in the kitchen waiting for my dinner. "Will you sit down, your rushing me." Courtney said. " I smirked at her back and said,"Nope." Popping the "P" in nope. Courtney got really quiet but soon giggled when the door bell rang. She raced to go get it but I grabbed her waist and pushed her back towards the stove. "I'll get it darling." I said looking at her suspicious cheesy grin. I opened the front door and there appeared that loser boy Danny and, his hot wife. Ha! Mines hotter so I win.