I have a reason for my lack of update: I have been locked down from my laptop for the past week because a stupid virus decided to be funny and shut me down whenever I turned the dang-ed thing on. Luckily, Honey wasn't deleted. Thank, thank, thank you for still reading The Wammy's Honey even though a lot of you think she's a Mary Sue, and a dark one at that, but I took the test and it said that she wasn't that much of one. I just need to make her live a little. Maybe I'll have her get a tattoo? Leave a review or message me if you have an idea! Enjoy ~*
If having him alive as a constant reminder of what a messed up child I was, wasn't enough; how could I bare to hear his voice? Trying to tell me something, this made living with others difficult. I had avoided every single call that I received from him. It was probably incredibly important. But it was beyond me to answer and listen to him, knowing he abandoned me.
Ever since it happened, I wasn't very good at trusting people. Matt, Near, Jell-O. . . They were completely different. Jell-O was as screwed as I and Near was just so much like a doll that it felt like I was by myself. Matt was like L. He was a sibling, earned reliance and friendship. It hurt me to leave him at the orphanage by himself. If I hadn't though, I wouldn't have had the revelation of heroism.
"Lew, here I come!" I rolled to my side and hopped up. Stretching my legs, ignoring the pain in my palms, cracking my back; to my concern, a knock sounded at the door. I stalked to the wooden mass that thankfully stood between me and the stranger.
Croaking softly (my voice was intensely sore because I had been screaming at the top of my lungs, "HA! DIE, YOU AMERICAN BASTARD!") "Yes?"
"Honey Charter, you're not going to believe this! Let, let, let, let, let me in!" I sighed deeply and unlocked the door. It was my neighbor, who was also a slave of Harold's tyranny, Griselda. We had met three months after I left the orphanage. Being placed in the same protected apartments made us unlikely friends.
Griselda was my exact opposite. Her long blonde hair and her sea green eyes made her nearly irresistible to any male being. Even the local animals liked her. She smiled like the sun, bright and brilliant. In every case, Griselda was chipper and happy; I was dark and depressing, dry and ironic. My short and choppy (I had childishly cut my hair on the plane) brown waves were boyish and unattractive. Deep green eyes that made people back off if I stared at them too long. . . I believed that by gazing at people, I replayed the deaths of my parents in my eyes. Maybe that's why they shuddered, cringed, slid off to their own niche? My smile? It could make mercury boil!
"Hey, Griselda," I murmured as she flitted in, "What's the news?"
"We've got a mission together! Isn't this going to be so exciting?" (writers note: Yeah, I'm apologizing to Honey as I write this. . . This trip will be harsh for her! XD)
All of a sudden, my world went into strobe and I saw a million different ways that the trip could've ended. A whole lot of them ended with me in jail and Griselda in the ground. Just after I thought that, I felt a wave of guilt that whooped my butt because Griselda was such a cute, innocent thing. My twistedness might soak into her, creating a whole lot more problems for me.
"That is wonderful, Grizz! What are we doing together?" Pasting a genuine smile on your face is very hard to do. Somehow, I succeeded. Griselda eeeked! and jumped repeatedly clapped her delicate hands. Ashamed of my own two hands, I ducked behind the breakfast bar and started making lemon tea. I winced at the pain in my hands, thoroughly worried at the cracking in my hands.
Griselda touched the seat before sitting down on her perfectly rounded butt. I ground my teeth in envy. BB would like her, I thought, he would completely salivate over her. Sadly, I had no idea if that was true or not. The last time I had talked to him, he was speaking to me through a cheap payphone near Los Vegas. It was over two weeks since that conversation had sent butterflies to occupy my stomach.