I know I've been tardy and I am quite sorry but a writer does have a family to deal with. After the last chapter I regretted the choices that I had made and the consequences were severe. I quickly ran out of my room of creative writing leaving my play but I didn't know that the tape was still rolling. I got back from vacation a week later and entered my writing room to press the play button to start the game of love again but I realized that it was still rolling and a lot of stuff happened that I had no control of. I guess I did let them do their own thing like I said that day I ran out of the room with regret. I flipped the pages as words and descriptions were neatly written like I was there the whole time but the words were still written in pen, the past had already happened and I can't change what they did is pretty much the purpose of the pen now. I let the pages that were still writing on its own to the side and started reading from the last time I wrote and then pages and pages after.
"What the hell is going on?!" Trent screams, the hall vibrates from the screams of pure rage and hatred. Duncan stepped in front of his new girlfriend in protection, his huge muscular body in front of her little delicate one hiding her almost completely.
"We're dating now Trent" he said calmly, "and you can't stop us because we chose this for ourselves and we're happy like this." Trent glared at the little girl behind Duncan, her head popping out of the side to look at her infuriating ex.
"Is this true?!" he yelled, spit flying out of his mouth like a rabid dog and some hitting her face. She wiped it off and stepped forwards and away from her new boyfriends' protection into the space of vulnerability. The two boys watched her every step, like they were the last steps she'll ever take again and maybe they will be if she wasn't careful. She took a deep breath and looked at her ex's eyes without fear but with confidence and bravery but his cold stare took her back a bit, she never knew a glare could hurt so much.
"It's true Trent... I'm sorry but it's over..." her small but loud voice crashed through Trent's ears like a rock through glass, shattering his eardrums with great force. He laughed manically, tears forming and falling down his face.
"You... You guys are... are hilarious! You actually... actually think that..." he laughed more. He thought it was a joke, he thought that the breakup was imaginary, it didn't exist but it did because it was now down on paper whether the author liked it or not, whether the author was writing this or not; it was now permanently on paper because it's not just the writer that writes in pen.
Wiping his eyes from the tears of laughter he looked at the goth and punk again with a look, with the look of hope more than happiness. The look that lies to your brain, if you trick your emotions you trick your brain too, wanting it to think differently which it certainly did in Trent's case but that didn't help him in reality; what Gwen and Duncan said, it was all true.
"You guys are funny, I almost fell for that!" he said nudging Gwen and Duncan with his elbow. Duncan suddenly laughed along with Trent, giving Gwen a glance to play along which she did with ease.
"Oh yeah dude we were just playing with you but I guess you can't be tricked" Duncan replied with a hearty laugh. "Well we have to go to class now, bye" he added in leaving with Gwen whispering her something as they walked away into an ocean of students, she laughed.
Trent kept laughing until they were out of sight in the crowd of teenagers. When they were gone he went over to the wall and punched it with force making a few of his bones crack as well as blood falling from his hand, flowing down his tanned hand and to his fingertips and finally bunching together and falling onto the ground in a small puddle. This is what it felt to be broken hearted and alone.
Holding his now injured hand he thought of someone who could help him plan an evil idea, some students staring at him with a disgusted look as his hand flowed out red water and creating a puddle of it on the checkered floor. Finally, he thought of the one person who's heart had been broken too, the same two people crushed hers like they did with his and now they were both going to find some sort of relief but for the wrong reasons.
I finished reading the end of one chapter out of five, the play still going on in the pages but I decided to stop it. I wrote something to make the play stop in mid action. Why you ask? Because I think it's my turn to control the story again, my turn to write what I want the story to be and I think the actors are taking the story a little bit too far and if I didn't take over again; there might not be any more actors to work with anymore and who wants a story where all the actors change in mid story? I certainly don't.
Are you wondering what I wrote to stop the play from moving forwards? What made the actors stop what they're doing and listen to the director? Well... I guess you'll have to wait and see when I finish reading four more chapters. Don't worry it won't be too long, I'm also excited to know what happens, to know what these actors can do when they're left alone for a long time. It's not me who wrote all of this, the play took over the pages and I'm just a bystander until I catch up and read all that has to be read. I just hope these people didn't do something that got me stuck in a situation that I couldn't write a solution, that they did something so utterly stupid that I can't help them change their fate. I turned the pages and found the next chapter and started reading.