A/N: Umm... Hi?
So, first of all, I am not stopping Stories of the grieving, it's still gonna be updated. Just, not very often or very regularly! Sorry about that, I keep promising I'll be back and then disapearing for weeks on end.
This lil guy though will be updated much more regularly, and to make sure of it I actually wrote half of it before posting it, and I do mean half. As in, it'll be 13 chapters long exactly, and I've already written 6 of those. See?
However it won't be very pretty, and most importantly there will be no hea. At all. Really.
But if you're ready to jump in, well... I guess I'll see you at the bottom?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Stephenie's. I know you know.
September 3 – Monday
So I met this girl today. Isabella – Bella – Swan. The new girl.
Scratch that. The psychopathic, fucking broken new girl. I don't know what her deal is.
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September 4 – Tuesday
So today, Psychopathic New Girl marched up to me in the parking lot and asked me where a girl could get good pot. I said Eric Yorkie. Then she asked where a girl could get a good fuck. I said yours truly. She looked me up and down, and said I'd do if I wiped the stupid smirk off my face. I rolled my eyes and said she wasn't worth it.
She showed up at my car after last period. I took her to the cabin.
She's a good fuck.
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September 7 – Friday
Hadn't seen Crazy Girl since the cabin until she showed up in Bio after lunch today. I knew it was weird we didn't share a single period in such a tiny ass school. Turns out we do, she just couldn't be bothered to show up before today.
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September 10 – Monday
I actually had a civil conversation with her today. She's from Phoenix, and liked it better there, 'cuz she hates the wet. She was in a shitton of AP programs there, too, but she's taking regular courses here. When I asked why, she said silence is better when you're alive, even if it means you never fully reach it. I didn't get what she was trying to say.
Then again, she was high as all hell, which is the only reason we actually held a conversation today – and I use the word loosely here, 'cuz no matter what I asked, she seemed hell-bent on giving me an answer that had nothing to do with my question.
Thus I learned that she killed so many innocent animals during her childhood "I-desperately-want-a-pet" phase that she was downgraded to plants, and when she killed those too, she ended up with a pet rock, affectionately named Rock, or 'stupid toe-stubbing pain in my ass' when she was feeling particularly sentimental. She also had a motorcycle called Rumble, obsessively read Wuthering Heights over and over again, and liked to wreck her room when she was mad, 'cuz then she got to clean it up and it calmed her.
When school let out, I took her to the cabin, got high too, and fucked her. Then I went home, leaving her there to sleep it off. As for how she gets back to her truck, well she can walk back for all I care.
She talks way too much when she's high.
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September 12 – Wednesday
I swear I've never seen someone that fucking broken before. Every part of her seems either lifeless or wounded. Her hair is limp, clothes too big (which is a shame, 'cuz she's got a killer body) cheeks gaunt, hands cold, eyes dead. And her back and arms are covered in scars.
I didn't ask.
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September 13 – Thursday
I think it's her birthday today, but I only know because she talks in her sleep. She didn't mention it while awake, nor did any of her friends (does she even have any? I can't seem to picture anyone) so I won't say anything.
If she wanted anything said, she'd have told me, right?
And no, I didn't listen to her nonsensical high/post coitus/sleep speak in the cabin. I just overheard. And thought about it.
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September 15 – Saturday
Em and Rose were driving me crazy tonight, so I went out for a run. On my way back, I jogged past Crazy's house and saw her crying on her porch. I asked if she was okay, and she flipped me the finger. I laughed, and she told me to wait for a sec. Then she went in, and came back with two beers. We hung out for a bit.
The quiet was nice.
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September 17 – Monday
Crazy was back in Bio today, and she was so tense I thought she'd break a knuckle or something from balling up her fists so hard. I think she's mad I saw her cry.
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September 20 – Thursday
I held her today. At the cabin. After we fucked. The worst part is, I didn't even realize I was doing it until she pointed it out. It actually wasn't that bad.
When I didn't move away, she started crying. Then she turned around in my arms and burrowed her head into my chest.
I held her tighter and asked about her scars. Wrong move. She crawled out of my arms, got dressed and drove away.
I stayed and smoked for a bit. The message was clear. No personal questions, nothing about the past, nothing about how broken I am.
I'll ask again tomorrow.
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September 28 – Friday
So it's been a week, and I've asked every day. She just storms away every time. I'm not gonna stop, though. Not because I wanna know, 'cuz I have a feeling it's bad, but because she can't keep that for herself. It's eating at her from the inside.
Thing is, the way she acts, you'd think telling me would destroy her.
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September 31 – Monday
Asked again today. She didn't leave. She whirled around and yelled at me – that it was none of my business, that I had no right wanting to know, that it wasn't even that interesting, just a coward's move that didn't even have a valid reason.
I'd never seen her look so alive. Eyes flashing, cheeks red, hands thrown up in the air. I think it's the first time anything I've ever said to her actually registers – and she doesn't like it.
I haven't forgotten that I still didn't get my answer, though. I'm gonna back off for now, but I'm not forgetting.
One day I'll piss her off so bad it'll just fly out of her mouth.
A/N: Yeah, so. That was September. This story ends next September, by the way. Just thought I'd let you know.
Thoughts?