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Yesterday's News Today?
Nope. It isn't on during the weekend.
SNN?
Nope. Some leader in another country is raising hell.
SBC News?
Nope. They were too focused on an exclusive item about the stock market.
Smash & Fox News?
Nope. They're too busy whining about how liberal Smashville's becoming.
He shuts the TV off and looks around the living room. A copy of the local newspaper, The Smash Post, sits at arm's length. He grabs it and skims it for something- anything, really. But just like on TV, print news has neglected to discuss President Marth's assassination. Hell, they've even grown tired of talking about Caeda's fucking affair. After the SBI refused to say a peep about it, the news must've given up and decided to focus their attention on other shit. Gossip is interesting, but it's only interesting until the same gossip is repeated over and over and over again.
But back to the assassination.
Why won't the media talk about it? Was the assassination boring to them now? The murder of Smashville's current President was BORING? How?!
What else do I need to do to get their fucking attention?!
Despite panicking, he doesn't let his emotions control his body. Instead, he sets the newspaper down and heads off to bed. He has to get enough sleep before waking up for his six AM shift at the factory. As much as he despises his dead-end job, it's the only thing keeping him relatively normal.
But maybe things will change. Maybe the SBI will let something slip, and the media will talk about it nonstop. That was inevitable; after all, the killer- yes, him- was still on the loose.
He misses the media attention that killing the President brought. Hopefully, it comes back sooner than later.
It was close to one in the morning that Monday. Most people in Smashville were fast asleep, trying to rest up before they had to wake up early to get ready for school or work. The city as a whole was relatively peaceful.
There was one exception, though.
The President's House, situated in the middle of the sprawling city, was not as quiet as it seemed. Most everyone had retired to their room for the night to also rest for the coming morning. But one person was still wide awake.
"This is pathetic, Caeda…"
Caeda bit her lip to stop similar words from escaping her. But it wasn't easy, given how awful she felt. Add in far too many glasses of wine for anyone her age, and Caeda felt more disgusting than she probably looked. That was a feat; her outfit had wrinkles, her hair was messy, and her mascara had left dried streaks on her cheeks. She didn't need a mirror to see what she currently looked like. It was far from a pretty sight.
She clutched her cell phone in one hand, and an empty wine glass in the other. Or rather, it did have an empty wine glass in it. It slipped out and landed near her sprawled out leg. It didn't shatter, but it did crack ever so slightly. But Caeda didn't notice. She brought the phone close and dialled a number she'd memorized a long time ago.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings.
And then…
"Hey, it's Roy. I'll call you back as soon as I can! Just leave a message at the beep, please."
Beep.
Caeda bit her lip. This was the four or fifth fucking time she'd gotten Roy's voicemail. He wasn't answering his Goddamn phone! Sure, maybe he was sleeping…but still. Caeda wasn't too impressed that he was basically stonewalling her.
"ROY? Please…PLEASE pick up. I love you so, so, so, SO much… We belong together. I love you, baby. I…I l-love you, Roy. Call me…please."
She hung up before tossing her phone to the side. She rested her head on the adjacent wall before a fresh batch of tears trickled down her cheeks. Tear after tear left a wet mark on her fair skin, mixing with smudged mascara to make her look worse. She tried to wipe them away, but it seemed to make it worse.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why is this happening to me?
Caeda stopped her weeping to collect herself. The sound of low murmurs piqued her interest. She steadied herself on her feet and walked to her bedroom door. She opened it just enough to amplify the sounds she had heard. It took a little while, but she soon heard two familiar voices talking in hushed tones.
"I can't believe Caeda was havin' an affair. I thought she and Marth loved each other?"
"Oh c'mon, Fox! Their marriage died a long time ago. Er, if you know what I mean."
"But Falco, didn't you see how they treated each other? They really loved each other."
"They were pretty good actors."
"You're so negative, Falco."
"Am I wrong?"
Fox didn't reply.
"See?" Falco pointed out. "Told you."
This was too much for Caeda to handle. She slowly shut the door and sat on her bed. A small creature plopped down beside her, nudging her rib cage. It startled her, until she realized who was responsible.
"Hi, Pikachu."
The creature nudged her ribs again, forcing Caeda to open her arms up. Pikachu jumped inside, and Caeda was all too happy to hug the happy Pokémon.
"At least you're here to comfort me. Please don't ever leave me."
Pikachu nuzzled her chest, making Caeda smile. It soon managed to lull her to sleep, much to her relief.
There you go! I hope you all enjoyed it. :)
Review Responses:
Shana Hager: Yes, those that work at the President's House know! What will happen? Well...hopefully, this chapter gave you some answers.
pichuplayer: LMAO it's okay! You're gonna put it on a list for YouTube? Please let me know when you do! Just tell me your username there, and I'll find it! Thank you! I'm happy you're enjoying it! :)
ALittleBirdSaid: Thank you, thank you, thank you! LOL Corrin doesn't give a damn about Caeda anymore!I loved writing that part. XD I'm glad you liked it!
hi (chapter 1): I don't know what to say. I'd thank you for the compliment, but saying, "Go Kill Yourself" afterwards (which IS what that means, according to the Internet) is fucking pointless. That's quite rude, you know. Why would you say that? Please refrain from posting such hurtful things, please.
Please review, and don't forget to stay tuned for chapter 11!
- Elizabeth