I am back again only to try again, toiling on without the strength I once had. I remember when all the concerned me was getting children to stop cheating and wanting to die over English. In all honesty it was stupid and a wasted effort. Gcat is a bother like she always is, purring and teleporting me places I don't want to be.
I sat on the wall, sighing before looking back at the cupcake in my hands. I miss the way things were, when things made more sense, but that's enough with the down thoughts. Oh no, I will be having no more of those downward mood spirals today. I brushed my bangs out of my eyes before staring at the cupcake again.
I lost track of the others, with no clue where to look. I thought I had found them, but by the time I got somewhere to check they were long gone. If only I could teleport like Gcat or Jade, but I can't no matter how much I hope it will work. The library might have some leads, maybe. I could use the computer to search... but that didn't work with anyone really except John.
I am a useless doll, only good for sitting around and looking pretty. Damn these mood swings! I need to find them...
Gcat appeared before me. "Hello there. You actually going to help me this time?" Gcat just walked up before hopping up on the short brick wall next to me. She sniffed at the cupcake before her face looked at me, completely white as always. I knew she wanted to get a bite of the cupcake, even though I know she is going to hate it. "You're going to hate it." I stated, to wich she meowed. "Fine, I wasn't going to eat it anyway." I set it down next to her, to which she excitedly dived in. "What do you know, you like black licorice."
She looked up at me, and I immediately braced myself. Green danced in the corners of my eyesight as words grumbled and yelled in several tones in my head.
Help? You need help?
I nodded. "I can't find the other. I've tried, but it isn't working."
Hunt.
"Hunt them? I'm terrible at tracking. Not everyone gets senses like your's."
You just big dumb cat. Hunt, you find them because cats good hunters.
"I don't know whether to be offended or not." I started stroking her. "Maybe they will be somewhere just out of sight?"
Angry horn cat with blindfold horn cat.
"Are you talking about Karkat and Terezi? Where are they?"
Track them.
"I have to convince you huh?" I sigh, hopping off the wall before heading towards the nearest butcher shop. I bought a big fish with what I managed to earn, heading back to the wall. Gcat was on the fish in seconds, tearing away at it happily. "Where is the angry horn cat?"
Movie town.
"Movie town?" A moment later images of film studios flashed in my mind, the Hollywood sign, and a house. I knew that had to be the house. "Thank you my furry friend." Gcat finished the fish, looking over to me before the scenery flashed green to leave in front of the house Gcat had showed me. I shot a smile Gcat's way.
Hunt Doc.
I straightened my white suit jacket before thinking about my next move. I need a thorough plan if I don't want these two to get away like the others.
==} Be swimming with your sister
I splashed Teresa again to be awarded with a splash of water to my face. How the blind girl was beating me in a pool splash fight I will never know, except that she claims she can smell colors and loves the smell of red. Apparently I smell very red, especially when she says something embarrassing.
"Karkles! Can you point me in the direction of the steps?" Teresa asked. Her 'sense' never worked at finding the pool steps. She claims it's because they blend in too well and because they're under water, which messes them up even more. I gently pull her along as I swim over to the steps, leading her out with me. "You don't have to get out too."
"It's boring without someone else." I barely get us out of the pool before the nanny was there. I still don't get why our parents insist on have a nanny watch us still when we're sixteen years old, but she does helped keep another eye on Teresa since her accident. It was weird, but when Teresa lost her eyesight, she claimed a magic dragon taught her how to see in new ways. Dad ate the stories up and even used them as ideas for new programs.
I sort of miss him hanging around. Ever since one of his stories kicked off he hasn't been home, and since mom is the leading lady for the series, neither is she. The stories that filled my dreams and Teresa's became the inspiration for his stories. Every time I woke him in the middle of the night with another nightmare he would listen, told me to keep journals. When he couldn't find something to write a new show with, I gave him every paper from journals to scraps I had written and doodled over in hopes of inspiring him. It worked, and he now has a show of a science fiction drama about an alien outcast in a society of aliens.
I appear as the main on the show when the character has flashbacks, and it's made me surprisingly popular on the internet. In fact, I refuse to look up the character's name after I had tried the first time and stumbled across that *wonderful* picture of the character when I was playing them. I wish I could erase that image from my memory, that I could unsee that. Teresa is the close friend when the main character has flashbacks.
I thought using my idea would be great, but it just leaves a bad feeling deep inside like it was supposed to stay hidden. Curled up on the couch was normal for me now, the sinking feeling getting heavier everyday as it soared in popularity. Something in me screamed in resistance at every extra detail I gave my dad. But what could I do? I could stop telling him, he would understand and he even offered to stop the story when he found out it was bothering me, but I just couldn't anymore. I felt like I had to tell him, like it would make me feel better like it did when I was younger.
Sitting up at the sound of the door unlocking, I knew my parents were going to walk in any moment now. "Carlos, Teresa, we got pizza." The walked in, setting the boxes on the table. I was sure they probably wanted me to come over, so I got up. Teresa found her way like she had eyesight, quickly grabbing a slice and eating it. As soon as I stepped into the well lit room I had dad's attention. "You not sleeping again?"
"I'm fine."
"What's wrong?"
"Just the nightmares again. Can't bother me if I don't sleep." I grabbed a slice of pizza.
"Is it the clown one again?"
"It's a lot of things all at once, but yes."
"You really need to sleep. The bags under your eyes are really heavy."
"Alright, I will."
