Hello my beloved readers! I have come bringing a new chapter. And that is all I am going to say for now so that you can read the chapter.
A scene was being acted out on a dark stage. It was nearly too dark to see, but there was enough light to make out the outline of the main characters. The actors cannot be seen. "Why do you think you can do this to me?" Smack! The sound of a hand slapping a face. "Do you think you are better then me? Do you want to be miserable?"
"I just wanted to tell you-."
"I know I heard you the first time! You are a liar! A stupid fucking liar! And do you know what happens to little children who lie?" The boy shook his head no. "They go to Hell" After this statement; the boy's head was knocked into the wall. His mind began to spin. His vision was slightly blurred by the impact of the hit.
"I'm sorry," he murmured as he rubbed this injured head.
"You better be, or you will be going there sooner then you think."
Loud footsteps clunk off the stage. She was gone. The room goes pitch black. A new scene had begun.
Now the boy was sitting on the floor, in the arms of an unknown person. They were conversing in whispers. The tone was soft, in a comforting way. The larger actor was stroking the smaller one's hair. Silver tears glistened brightly as the trickled down his cheeks and fell to the floor with a plink.
They pull into a tight hug. The elder says something else to which the youngster nods to. They also exit, leaving the stage completely empty.
Ginger sat on her bed with her journal opened on her lap.
Isabella Rodriguz- 21
Nora Godwin- 17
Edna Asheral- 30
Emma Taylor- 13
Diana Kesheral- 16
Laura Foutley- 16
Olivia Mill- 21
Vianne Brooklyn- 15
There have been two new victims since I had last written. The most recent one was found this morning. She was just like all the others, tortured before she was murdered. This is my entire fault. I should say something. He knows that I know that he is doing this to them all. And I don't think he will stop until he gets me. Who knows, I may be next.
In some ways I hope I am. Then this wills all be over for everyone else and no one else will have to suffer. I feel so selfish for not wanting to say anything because I am scared for what will happen to me. And for not just giving myself up to who ever this guy is so he will just leave everyone alone. He wouldn't kill me, I think. He loves me too much or that is what I have come up in the letters he has sent me. Maybe if I keep thinking, I'll find a plan for everyone to get out of this alive. Except him. He should die a horrible, painful death for being the monster he is. I hope this wish comes true.
I have some strange news. Carl has a girl friend. I know! Who would have ever thought that my gross little brother would have a girl friend? He's only in the eighth grade, so Mom isn't too happy about it. But Carl is head over heals for this girl. It's so weird! I've never seen him like this before! All that I know about her is that her name is Adina and she has blonde hair. Or it might have been brown. I really don't remember. Carl was talking fast and all that I really understood was that her name is Adina. He seemed really embarrassed. Wow, Carl embarrassed, that is something I am not used to. This could be fun.
I've been having these strange dreams lately. I've had two so far and they were both about someone that I don't know. Or at least I don't think I know. Maybe it's a foreshadow. Maybe it's just a dream. I don't know. I try not to focus on them too much. Dreams are dreams, and dreams aren't real.
I have to work again. I was thinking about asking for a raise in pay, but I doubt that will happen. Jessica, the librarian and my boss, is such a cross old bitch. I don't think I have ever seen her smile. It's probably not even possible. It makes my work even duller. Don't get me wrong, I like working there sometimes, but for the other times it's very boring.
Speaking of work, I should be going. When I get back I will tell you everything that has happened. That is, if anything happens.
Ginger clicked her pen to close, hid away her journal again, and went to her closet to get a nicer top to wear. She was changed into a long sleeved white shirt and a short sleeved pink hooded sweatshirt over that. It was a plus to her job, there was no uniform and she did not have to dress formally.
At least Ginger had some company at work today. Elliot was there, but he was hardly paying any attention to her. He had found a new love for reading in the sports section. Things were going mildly well. That is, until Ginger got another visit from one of her most annoying admirers. Eron had come to pay her another visit.
"What the hell you doing here?"
"It's a public library. That means that it open to the public."
"You are such a smart ass," said the red headed girl as she rolled her eyes. "What did you want?"
"Books, that is what a library is for. Isn't it?"
"Then why aren't you looking for some?"
"I thought I would just stop by and say hello to you first."
Ginger bit her bottom lip feeling highly annoyed. "What ever." She turned in the opposite direction of Eron and began to walk away.
"You know," he said, fallowing her. "You don't have to be such a bitch about everything. Can't you just stop working for once and take time to talk to people?"
"What the fuck did you just call her?" asked an angry voice from behind them.
"A bitch," Eron said, unaware that he was talking to Elliot. Both Eron and Ginger turned around. Eron's complexion turned rather pale, while Ginger's feeling were the opposite.
"And why the hell did you call her that?" Elliot asked as he advanced toward the other boy. Eron began to back away. Ginger took a step aside to watch. A smirk was printed on her face. Finally Elliot was doing something about it.
"I-."
Elliot didn't let him finish his sentence. "I first didn't have a problem with you throwing those fucking paper balls at her, but once you insult my girlfriend you are going to fucking regret it." Ginger's smirk began to fade a little. Something about Elliot's tone was a little off to her. "You better start praying that I don't smash your skull in you little punk." Elliot grabbed onto Eron's shirt tightly.
"Ok, Elliot," Ginger spoke up. "I think he gets it."
"No, Ginger, you wanted me to shut him up and I'm doing it now. Make up your damn fucking mind!" He moved his hands to around Eron's neck and first squeezing lightly as an early threat.
"Elliot, let go! What has gotten into you?" exclaimed Ginger as she tried to break her boyfriend off of Eron, who was now looking terrified. But he didn't let go just yet. He gave one tighter squeeze before releasing Eron.
"If I see you near my girl again, I swear to God that I will fucking kill you. Do you understand that?" Eron nodded. "Then get the fuck out of here before I deicide to kill you." And at this, Eron walked quickly away.
Ginger stood there, staring at Elliot feeling stunned. "What was that about?"
"You wanted me to do something about it."
"Yeah, but in a civil way! I didn't want you to kill him!"
"I didn't, but I should have," said Elliot, still feeling very steamed. "How dare he call you a bitch when he is nothing more then that. And with me around! Is he that fucking retarded? If you ever even tries to even talk to you, tell me and will hunt him down and beat him."
"Ok, Elliot. Just calm down."
"How the heck am I supposed to be calm? Did you not hear what he called you?"
"Yes, I did," Ginger said slowly. "And it's not that big of a deal."
"Oh, so now you don't even appreciate what I did for you."
"I do! But next time don't be so rash."
"If there is a next time I will be more then rash!"
"Elliot, I know that you are my boyfriend and you feel like you have to protect me, but I'm fine. It's just a word, I'll get over. And you need to too. Now come on and help me stack some books. Maybe it will take your mind off of this."
There it is, the next one. I have found my newest treasure. Of course it was more like one of those plastic rings children get out of quarter machines in grocery stores. It looks pretty at first. But then you see the real jewel and then it is nothing but a dull plastic. That is when you dispose of it so you can get the next best thing.
And the time is near for me to claim the real treasure.
And that is it for now. It's pretty longish I guess. So what do you think? Another dream! And another strange one. That's all I got to say for now.
With Love
CT