Kait: Wow. The Last chapter of Eye Candy....(plays a tune on the world's smallest violin) Depressing...
Meg: But Kait the sequel will make the readers happy right?
Kait: Right! But...I just got two reviews in two days stating my grammar and writing in this story well...suck. They stated it nicely and I do appreciate the two anonymous reviewers that did it, and I think I am going to go back and edit some chapters. I have like redone and added a lot to the first chapter, so I might as well do that to many others. I am aware my writing skills are well not that good. This is my first story ever, and I was never one to pay attention in Writing Classes. I just hope to improve my skills. For this story, I tried to stray away from going into TOO much detail, since when I read constant descriptive words that I have to look up to find its meaning it makes me skip that part of a person's story. So I tried to focus on the plot, but I guess I failed to write it well. Whatever I intend on fixing that issue (smiles)
Joker: Well practice makes peeeerrrfeect. (licks lips wiggling eyebrows up and down suggestively)
Meg: (pushes the Joker) You pig!
Summer's end normally means depressed youth walking around soaking in their last bit of freedom, away from the caged monstrous place they call school. The days get shorter and the sense of change is in the air. Change. The thing that has to happen in one's life all the time, whether it be small or big, it happens.
The police cruiser pulled up to the old hallow grounds slowly, driving in past the dejected rusty gates that welcomed those who entered its stronghold. Down the forgotten dusty path a ways slowly it crept along, deep into the mournful place.
The car stopped, Gordon leaned back in his seat, letting out a sigh. He turned to Nichole who was in the passenger seat, wearing her long black jacket to keep the chill summer's end breeze off of her. It had been two weeks since she was saved. She had to remain at the hospital for those two weeks under intensive physical and physiological care.
The J shaped scar on her right cheek was nearly healed, the stitches removed and her face no longer having a slight reddish irritated tint to it. The bruises on her arms, legs, and face had vanished, as well as all the minor cuts scattered across her pale body. By a sliver of light she was not pregnant. The thought of it hit her two days into her stay at the hospital and she had to be sedated before she ended up harming herself by thrashing about in her bed. In fact multiple times she had to be sedated, due to her outbursts and many times she woke up in the night with nightmares screaming at the top of her lungs.
When it was finally time to leave the hospital Gordon picked her up, offering her a ride to her new life which was to be outside the city, but Nichole asked him a favor. She asked if he would take a detour to a place she had requested before heading out to the new house Gordon and the rest of Gotham's law enforcement and government, was able to graciously get for her. All she had to do in return was tell them her whole story of what happened to her and things the Joker said and did to her and others. The date for her to tell people about it was of course going to be later in the year. They didn't want to force her to speak just yet.
Nichole opened the car door, leaving her hand on it pausing a moment. "I'll promise I will not take long..."
"No no go on take your time, the office said my only job today was to get you settled in your new house and take you to the school you will work at. Nichole if you think doing this will help you get settled then please take you time." He smiled at her.
"Gordon.....Thank you. You have done so much for me I-"
"Don't mention it."
She got out the car, holding firmly the bundle of flowers in her hand, staring at the ground as she moved forward fighting back the urge to let out her emotions.
There in the distance was the gray stone carved with a single name. The rest of the stones in that graveyard meant nothing to her at this moment. She quickened her pace standing in front of it, kneeling down to touch the rocky surface at the top, and then the smooth finish it possessed where the name was carved in it.
Nichole sighed, no longer able to hold herself in a kneel and sat on the cold earthy ground. She placed the flowers on the flat part of the grave, keeping her other hand on the name carved into it. The tears came out faster then she expected, and her head felt dizzy, so she leaned it on the grave, staring blankly at the name. "Clarissa Stevens".
"Mom....I love you." She told the grave, her tears dripping into her mouth as she spoke in nothing but a whisper. "Please...help me....I can't do this anymore. I can't sleep without seeing his face, I can't move around a corner without thinking I am going to see him. When I eat food I taste blood no matter what, and my face....I just look at it and think of him.....Yes I can cover it up...but the makeup comes off at one point....I see it...I see him attacking me. Please give me strength to live out this new life Gordon is offering. Please...help me..."
Nichole stared at the stone, knowing very well it would not answer her. She knew she would probably never have that life changing seemingly real dream of hers when her mother visited her. She longed for another one, but it was in vain. Signs pointed to the only way she could get another chat with her mother would be if she was about to die, or she did die. Suicide had been a thought of hers on and off ever since her rescue, but she shrugged if off, figuring her mother would be ashamed of her if she were to go through with it. She had to be strong.
She kissed the grave and stood up, heading back to Gordon's car, ready for this new life he spoke of, wishing that maybe tomorrow she would wake up and the past month and a half was all a dream. But she had made that wish every night for the past two weeks, and still her wish had not come true.
She reached inside her shirt pulling out a necklace she had on. It was a simple chain necklace with a half moon shaped charm at the end. It was recovered from Nichole's burnt house and given to her at the hospital. The backside had a black stain on it that would never come off. The necklace was her mother's, she had never worn it before, but rather kept it in an old box in her attic, but now she felt she needed it with her always. It had been worn by her mother almost everyday she was alive that Nichole could remember, and now maybe in some way it greaten her chance to be closer to her fallen mother. But the fact now was the necklace would never leave her sight or her neck.
She entered the car with more sadness than she had when she left it. Gordon sensed it and patted her shoulder and starting the car. This is why Nichole liked Gordon, he didn't fill the silence with useless comforting speeches, because nothing he said would have made it better. They drove out of the glum of the graveyard and out the city to the small town of Springfield that sat fifteen minutes outside of the boarders of Gotham City.
The place was an average town, with so many trees here and there and house that ranged in size and color. Nothing was higher than two stories and children were actually outside playing in their last few days of vacation.
Here was a place for her new home. Her new life.
The house was plain looking. A simple one story white house with a few bushes in front and flowers scattered, looking as if someone had hopelessly failed at making them in a specific pattern. A small fence lined the outside of the house, and white curtains were visible on the windows inside. It was a much prettier and grander house than her previous one, but it didn't satisfy her. In fact, it could have been a mansion and it wouldn't have satisfied her. She wanted her old house, but it was nothing but burnt ashes now.
Stepping inside, with the two suitcases full of new clothing and every day life products, Gordon help give the money for her to get, she peered around her new house. It had furniture already in its rooms. A living room, a kitchen with a table for eating in (which she didn't mind, she wasn't really a fan of having a separate dining room to eat in), a bathroom, and her bedroom. More then enough for her. It had a lovely backyard, something she hadn't seen in years.
"Well?" Gordon raised an eyebrow smiling watching Nichole's reaction.
"Its perfect..." She stated trying her best to add some enthusiasm to her voice. She was happy, but the house felt empty to her. It felt like it wasn't hers. "Thank you so much Gordon."
Sitting alone in her new house was a bit disturbing. The silence was the cause of it. No sound of a dog running back and forth around the house. Oh how she missed Atticus.
Tomorrow she was to go take a tour of the school with Gordon and see her new place of work. In three days she would begin her job as a teacher again. She hoped that in doing this it would take her mind off of everything.
She got up off the new sofa and rechecked, for the tenth time the security system pad by the front door to make sure it was on. Even though there was still some daylight left in the day, she was not going to have it off, ever. Nichole went into the stocked kitchen, generously provided by some charity company. She ate an orange, feeling in a healthy eating sort of mood. Her hands became rather sticky, so she made her way to the bathroom, flicking on the lights and turning on the sink to wash her hands.
Drying her hands off on her shirt, not bothering going into the closet to find a towel, she stared at herself in the mirror.
The scar would heal in a week more maybe, but thankfully for her the students and other teachers would never see it. Her nurse at the hospital ordered for her the makeup kit for her to hide it. She tried it out in her free time those two weeks she stayed at the hospital and it worked perfectly. She placed a thick layer of fake putty like "skin" over the scar, then put a heavy version of foundation over it to blend it in. No one would notice it.
Except for Nichole, when she came home and took off all the make up, there it would be, the dreaded scar, forever. The single letter J standing for his horrid name.
She stared hard at herself, and something odd happened. She wasn't staring at herself. She was staring at Candy, in full costume and makeup. Candy had a smirk on her face and the candy cane pole in her hand. She spoke in her soft and slow seductive voice, "So Nichole....I must admit the scar does suit you....but I think it looks more dashing on me." She pointed to the scar, which had red makeup lining it to emphasize it more.
Nichole stared in shock, and rubbed her eyes. Was she hallucinating? Not again. Maybe she fell asleep on the coach and this was some sick dream. She pinched her skin. Ouch! Nope....not a dream.
"Don't look so shocked Nichole, honestly im here to just see how your coping with everything, and by the look on your face I'd say you are..... losing...your.....mind....."
Kait:.....(crys) Its done...finished. (crys more on the Joker's shoulder) Time for the sequel but its still not the same! Eye Candy...Part One....over and done with (blows nose in Joker's shoulder)
Joker: (awkwardly pats her back) Yeah....uh....(pushes her to Meg) Go cry to her.
Meg: ...Well I have an announcement to make...and it is sad, but I am not going to be returning to help with the sequel....I just do not have the time! I am sorry, but I have other commitments! So in my place....well that's the thing, Kait who's taking my place?
Kait: (taps chin) I do not know, and I do not want to think about it, because I am going to miss you girl! (hugs Meg and then forces the Joker to hug Meg as well)
Joker: ....
Meg: Goodbye everyone...(waves leaving the chat room)
Kait: I want to thank all of my readers who have gotten this far, and if you all aren't cursing at me yet for an ending that leaves so many questions unanswered, well then I love you guys! Seriously if you all that reviewed my story had not reviewed I would not have written this, because I'd have figured everyone hated this story, and for those who never reviewed my story, but read it I love you guys too! I just hope you all will stick around for more. Just wait a few days, this story will have the next chapter in it! Thank you and reminder the next story will still be in this story, meaning it will not be two separate stories. The sequel will be the next chapters in this story. (smiles taking a bow and leaving chat room)
