Izzy's Diary_5

Okay, okay, here's the last part.
It is the worst part I think. I had writers block, and I didn't like the whole idea anymore.
So don't flame me, I know that it is bad!






Izzy's Diary

by Kaeera






Fifth Entry

Many things have happened....I don't know where to begin....
Well...the whole Trisha story – now I know why she 'disappeared'.

But I should start with the beginning.

After my last entry, I started work. I used all my computer skills to find out who this girl is and where she lives. It wasn't easy, I can tell you!
She gave me a tough riddle.
It all was related to Unicorns and this song.
These few lines told me many things about this person, things I would have never imagined. Well, the whole song deals with loneliness, not?
I mean, the last lion, the last eagle...and the last unicorn. You are the last, that means you are alone. There's nobody like you.

I understand this feeling. Oh hell, how I understand this! In my whole life I have never met someone who shared my interests, someone with whom I could talk. Of course, I had my friends from the Digital world, but they were...well, let's say it like that: If we hadn't been the Chosen ones, we wouldn't have become friends. We are too different.

And I've always been a genius. Many people are jealous and laugh at you. So I turned to my computer.
Oh yeah, I know what loneliness is!

But I don't tell the things I should.

I needed a whole week to hack myself into Trisha's computer. But finally I managed it and found it: her home address!
First I wanted to visit her immediately, but then I noticed that it was 2 o'clock in the morning and I figured out that her parents wouldn't be very pleased with a night visit of mine.

Maybe it would have been better when I had went there immediately, because the next morning, I was too shy for it....
It's so easy to say 'You have to'...oh yeah, it sounds so logical, not?
But – what a pity – humans aren't logical.

I passed her house a few times without having the courage for knocking on the door.

Now I know every little spot of the park bench there.

Well, as you can imagine, I finally found the courage(I think it needed about three hours or so – how ashaming...).
And I knocked.

The women who opened surprised me. She looked....cool. I can't find another word to describe it. Blue jeans and an old black t-shirt. Her long brown hair was put together in a ponytail. And she had the same eyes as Trisha, the same deep green.
"Hello!", she greeted me with a warm smile.
"Ehm....Hi...", was the only thing I could stutter, "I'm Izzy and I wanted to ask if I could speak Tri – Kristina?"
She blinked. "Are you a friend of her?"
I flinched: "Not really..."
"You can't meet her." she said. "Not here."
"Huh? Why not?", I asked confused.
"She's in the hospital."
"Whaaaaaat?"

* * * * * * * * * *

In the hospital. From the things her mother told me, she had been hit by car when she was biking.
Of course I asked her for the room number with the purpose to visit her.
I didn't know why...I mean, I couldn't expect more than fighting, not?

As the gentleman I am I bought some flowers for her – you always do that when someone is in hospital, not? As if the flowers would help you recover...
I and a gentleman! I am so stupid to write this! Gentlemen take the hands of the women and kiss them with a soft 'You look as beautiful as a princess, my dear' – they don't start computer skill contests!

"Wow, the Redhead is here!"

The words I got to hear when I entered the hospital room. How nice.
"Yup, and the Girl-who-can't-bike is here, too.", I answered sarcastically.
She just grinned. "It took you quite a long time to figure out what happened to me."
"I hadn't the need to hurry." I said and studied the wall, hoping that she wouldn't realise that this was a huge lie – and that she wouldn't notice the dark rings under my eyes, resultats of the nights without sleeps.

"And, did you think about my song?", she wanted to know and leaned back.

"Quite a little."

"And?"

"I only say one word: loneliness."

She nodded satisfied. "I must say you have earned the name genius. But that's not all. Didn't you see the second one?"

"Which one?"

"Hope."

"Hope?"

Again she nodded: "Look and see her how she sparkles – It's the last Unicorn – I'm alive. It's the last Unicorn, the only one, but nevertheless it says 'I'm alive'. As a kind of triumph. She survived. It has been hard. It is hard. But as far as there is life, there is hope. Do never give up hope, or life will die.
And when the times are hard, when you want to cry every night and when you feel that your heart breaks of loneliness, then don't loose hope. Because there's always a tomorrow."

I was confused. Again. Will there ever be a time I'm not?
"So you are lonely?"

"Well, kind of that. Not really lonely – I have many friends. But I have nobody who understands."

"Why me then?", I asked angrily.

She looked up, surprised: "Huh?"

"Why did you choose me? I mean, you didn't do that for making me angry, or? You did that because you thought that I would understand!"

"Yes. And you did."

"I didn't. You had to tell me."

"It was not only this song. It was – for example – the fact that you shared my interest for computers. And you looked kinda cute with your red hair. So I decided to speak to you. But somehow I couldn't be nice – I liked it when you got angry. And I enjoyed the feeling that I had an 'enemy' who had the same powers as me. The game was fair.
I have always been different. The fact that I am a hacker, the fact that I was the best in school and the fact that I was fascinated by unicorns made me different. Oh yes, I talked with other girls...", she looked straight into my eyes: "It was juts this usual stuff....'do you know? Stella has a boyfriend....Oh Kristina, you should use some make-up, my dear, you would look wonderful with it...And have you heard the new song of the Backstreet Boys? It's so cool....' I can't stand it!"

"But you didn't had to annoy me like that. ", I muttered.

She shrugged. "I think that's how I am. I can't count how often I called myself a stupid idiot for acting like this. I always promised myself that the next time we meet, I would be nicer....but then it always was different. And then I was sad that you seemed angry when I greeted you...when I am sad, I become aggressive, ya know.", she sighed.

"By the way, what exactly happened to you? Your mother told me a little bit, but...", I asked and took a chair to sit down.

"Oh, that was very stupid.", she brushed the hair out of her face. "I was on my bike, and I wanted to visit you and to apologise. I don't know how it happened – I know the way, I bike it so often – there was this car and I was in thoughts and well....the next thing I remember was that I lied on the floor with someone yelling at me. I broke my leg and hit my head pretty hard, I always get a headache now. Geez!", she threw her hands up in the air: "That's destiny. For the first time in my life I want to apologise and what happens? Isn't that what we call UNFAIR?"

"You are so different.", I stated calmly.

"Oh yes?", she glanced to the window: "Didn't notice that...."

"Well, I like it.", suddenly my shoes got very interesting. "And...I...likeyou!"

It took hours without a response. Then I finally looked up to see her....smiling.

"I too!", she whispered.

*

And now we are a couple.
Dear Diary, I must say you didn't help me much. But I am sure that it will be fun to read over you in a few years.
I never expected this to happen. It's just....well....I am speechless.
I guess that I won't need you anymore.
No more confusion.
Or maybe not that big.
Anyway, thanks to you. And thanks to America who wrote this wonderful song which let this things happen....somehow.

Izzy



The last Unicorn

When the last eagle flies

Over the last crumbling mountain

And the last lion roars

At the last dusty fountain

In the shadow of the forest

Though she may be old and worn

They will stare unbelieving

At the Last Unicorn

When the first breath of winter

Through the flowers is icing

And you look to the north

And a pale moon is rising

And it seems like all is dying

And would leave the world to mourn

In the distance hear her laughter

It's the last unicorn

I'm alive....I'm alive

When the last moon is cast

Over the last star of morning

And the future is past

Without even a last desperate warning

Then look into the sky where through

The clouds a path is formed

Look and see her how she sparkles

It's the Last Unicorn

I'm alive....I'm alive



The End


How I said - so BAD! I hate myself for writing such a stupid story and such a stupid END!
I am not a romance writer, that's it, and I should forget it. As soon as possible.
So, I am sorry for the bad story, people.
But now I can work on my other fic which (hopefully) will be better!

Kaeera