IT'S FRIDAY FRIDAY! GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY!
^That's what my music teacher sings every Friday. Everyone begs him to stop. I guess I wouldn't know today, because I didn't go to school. As much as I hate school, having a sinus infection, bronchitis, and insomnia is no trip to Disney World either. I was up all night. I have such dark circles under my eyes I look like a raccoon.
Since I still can't take a nap, I'll just write this here chapter =)
My beloved reviewers:
Ujemaima: Aww thank you so much. I'm glad you like the story :D Btw, most people don't find me very funny. Just annoying and odd. So that made my day C: And another thing, I know I'm a stalker, but I read your profile. I noticed you seem to like Harry Potter stories of the Snape/Lily sort. That makes you awesome ^_^
Fortheloveofbacon: We ditched our homework for fanfiction. Heheh, we're bad people C: And for that reason, I'm about to get busted. My mom gets weekly reports from teachers on how I'm doing, and I haven't done ANY math homework this week. But I'm convinced algebra is pointless, so I'm not too worried =)
Music, art, English, and History are my niches :D
But aside from my pointless rambling, thanks for all the reviews. The outlaw chapters are kind of hard to write, because there are so many options, but I want it to sound right you know? Yeah I don't know what the hell I'm saying.
Story time!
Kate sat slumped against a tree. She had finally reached grassland. It was like a little oasis. The weeping willow tree hung over a small pond. She decided to stay here for a while until she came up with a new plan. The tree provided her shade, and it was still in the middle of scenic know-where.
The green grass and the sparkling water reminded her of happier times.
The cool pond water soothed Kate's sun-burned skin as she bathed. The skin on her shoulders was peeling off in layers, and her lips were blistering.
Kate laid back and submerged herself completely under water, hoping to get some of the dirt off of her face. She cursed herself for not bringing soap. Smart packing, idiot.
When she surfaced, she noticed something white beneath the surface of the pond. She looked down. Then she saw him.
Sam. He was floating up to her, becoming more and more visible. Kate held her arms out, and her hand brushed the fabric of his shirt. She could touch him. He was real…he had to be…
She sat down and lifted him by his suspenders, cradling his head on her chest. He looked so peaceful, like he was asleep. He'll wake up any minute now.
"Sam…you came back…" she cried, holding him close. Tears of happiness threatened to spill over. But he wasn't breathing, and his body was cold. She began to panic.
"Sam…wake up." She shook him gently. He didn't stir.
"Sam...I'm here, love. Open your eyes." She shook him again and stroked his cheek. She laid her head on his chest. No heartbeat. When she removed her hand from his back, it was covered in blood.
Sam had been shot in the back…
"Sam, you have to wake up…please…" she was sobbing uncontrollably. The events of that horrible night came rushing back.
Kate closed her eyes.
"Please God…bring him back to me…let him stay…don't take him…"
She opened her eyes. Her arms were empty.
"No…no! Come back! Come back!" she looked around. Silence. Kate was all alone.
God will punish you, they said. And they were right. This is God, playing a cruel joke on me, she thought. She didn't care about God right now. She just wanted to be with Sam. And she would. Right now.
Kate was about to hold herself under water, never to emerge, when she found she wasn't alone.
"Hey, lady!"
The voice startled her, and she turned to see two men. One was very tall, with a cowboy hat and a black mustache. The other was a short Native American. He had long wavy black hair that hung in his face. Both men wore all black trousers and shirts. The short one was pointing a gun at her. But when they saw her face, theirs softened and twisted into surprise and delight.
So these two strange men just interrupted her suicide attempt, pointing a gun at her, and now they're just standing there grinning like imbeciles. Anger and annoyance took over Kate.
"What the hell do you want?" she snapped. The men only grinned wider.
"Kissin' Kate Barlow." The tall one muttered in awe.
She'd never been called "kissin' Kate" before, but Kate Barlow was her name.
"How do you know? Who are you?" she asked.
"Ma'm, my name is Jacob Hill, but you call me Jake. This here is Chayton." The tall mustache man gestured to the short native American.
"It means "falcon"." Smiled Chayton, obviously proud of this.
"I would shake your hand, but that just wouldn't be proper in your situation." Laughed Jake.
Kate hoped they would go away.
"Well it's been a pleasure, Ms. Barlow, but we should get going. Big fans of you, we are. Will you still be here tomorrow?" Jake asked. Kate shrugged irritably. The men walked off. Jake began to walk away, and Chayton stood there and smiled at her long enough for it to be unsettling to Kate.
"C'mon, falcon boy!" Jake yelled back. Chayton trotted after him.
Once they were out of sight, Kate got out of the pond and dressed. She then slumped against the tree and buried her head in her knees. She had a headache. She didn't want "fans".
All she wanted was to change the past.
She wanted Sam. She wanted him alive and well, even if that meant to never be with him.
But the past can't be undone.
She would avenge her lover by making them all sorry for his wrongful death. But it would be hard to do it on her own…
I met some strange men today. Their names are Jake and Chayton. I think I've decided to befriend them if they come back. It might be nice to have some company. It'll be much easier to rob banks and get away with murder with other's help.
Well, there you go :D I know, I know, it sucks, but I have a stomach ache and was trying to finish this up, so I ended it kind of abruptly. I cried while writing that one part too, so that didn't help me feel any better :(
Chayton's name is pronounced Shay-tin, just so you know. And it actually is Sioux for "falcon". He's going to be an interesting character, I think.
OMG! I finally got my friend to get a fanfiction account :D I'll let you know when she posts something.
I hope to be updating soon, but right now I'm going to-well, I don't know what. Lay down and try not to puke? Sounds about right…
Love and Pickle Juice,
Sabrina
