Dilemma - Chapter Two
By British Chicky
Dear Ginger,
It's alright that you didn't respond to my note right away. Sasha can be such a butthead sometimes, I know. I talked to him for awhile after I got your note, and he feels really, really bad. He hasn't talked to anyone for the past two weeks. He isn't eating much either. Mom practically has to force the food down his throat. I know he deserves it and all, but he is my brother, so I have to feel a little bit bad. If it makes you feel any better, after he realized that he was being a dork, he dumped Clover... that doesn't matter to you anymore, though, does it? I just hope you're handling yourself better than he is. Um, don't take this the wrong way, I'm still on your side and everything, but maybe you should think about talking to him again. Just so he doesn't go crazy or anything. You don't have to forgive him. I guess you don't have to talk to him. But just in case you wanted to, I thought I'd present you the option. Hopefully we can turn this whole thing around by June so I can see you at camp!
Melanie
Ginger sighed as Melanie's letter fell from her hands. She picked it up, re-read it, folded it back up neatly and put it in its envelope. She lifted up her pillow to place the note underneath, and her pastel colored journal caught her eye. She undid the lock and began to write in slow loopy cursive.
Why is it that I'm the one that feels guilty now? This isn't my fault. Sasha screwed himself over. I didn't have anything to do with it. This isn't my fault. This isn't my fault. This isn't my fault.
There was a knocking sound on the window, and Ginger turned to it, knowing full well who would be looking in on her.
"The window's locked!" she saw Darren mouth as he continued to rap on the glass. Ginger sprung off her bed, knocking her diary to the floor as she did so. Darren smiled at her as she opened the window and helped him inside.
"Since when did you keep your window locked?" he asked.
"Since I became a crazy lunatic who began feeling guilty for things that weren't my fault."
"Are you alright, Ginger?" Darren asked as they both fell backwards onto Ginger's bed.
"No, I'm not alright. I'm a crazy lunatic who -"
"Alright, Alright! I heard that part already."
Ginger grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I forgot. When you lose your mind, your memory generally goes along for the ride, if you know where I'm coming from."
"Sadly, I don't. I keep my mind on a leash."
Darren was delighted to see Ginger smile. Happiness wasn't an emotion that she had been too eager to show lately, and when you got her to really smile, you knew you had accomplished something.
"So anyway," he said. "Anything been eating away at your soul lately, par chance?"
"I don't think I even have a soul anymore," Ginger said. When Darren turned to look at her, her eyes told him that she was in another world. "I'm a horrible person... but it's not my fault... but I'm a horrible person... but it's not my fault...."
"Ging! Snap out of it!" Darren said, waving his hand in front of her face. She immediately snapped out of her daze.
"I'm a horrible person!" she cried, rolling over and burying her face in a bundle of blankets. Darren sighed and patted her back reassuringly.
"You're not a horrible person. You're a great person. And if you'd just tell me what you did, we could sort this out really quickly."
Ginger reached under her pillow and pulled out a slightly crumpled write envelope. Tossing it to Darren, she buried her head back into her blankets and began to recite what he guessed was her new mantra.
"I am not a lunatic. I am not a lunatic. I am NOT a lunatic."
Darren sat up and read the note over Ginger's mindless ramblings. When he finished, he reached over Ginger and slipped the note back under her pillowcase. He was glad that Sasha felt bad, but the way it was affecting his best friend. it wasn't fair to her.
"Dammit, I'm a LUNATIC!" Ginger screamed into her pillow. Darren sighed and rubbed her back, hoping to bring back the happy Ginger that he used to know. When she lifted her head up again, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She hurriedly tried to brush them away, but found it to be no use. Looking at Darren's concerned face only caused her to cry more.
"What did I do that was so wrong?" she asked him as he grabbed her a tissue from her bed stand. "I don't want him to suffer this much... well, I do, but I don't want him to end up sick. What am I supposed to do?"
Darren sat in silence, wondering how to respond. It wasn't a situation that he really wanted to be drawn into, it wasn't his battle to fight. But he couldn't tell Ginger that, it would send her into another nervous wreck.
"It's the only way," he thought.
"Look, Ging. I don't know what's supposed to happen now. I don't know Sasha, I've never had a conversation with the guy, only got a glance at him when we were at camp. All I really think you can do is follow your heart. It's what's going to end up telling you what's right, not me." "I wish I made as much sense as you," Ginger said, blowing her nose on the tissue Darren had handed her.
"You do make as much sense as me, you just don't listen to yourself enough."
Ginger gave him her signature look of utter doubt - left eyebrow raised, mouth slightly pouting. "Yeah, I make sense ALL the time," she said sarcastically.
"Okay, so you aren't exactly comprehendible when you're telling yourself that you're a lunatic, but we're going to work on that, aren't we?" Darren replied, patting her back reassuringly.
"Yeah..." Ginger said, nodding her head and smiling slightly. "I'm going to listen to me. Thanks. Now, I've kinda got a lot to think about, and that huge essay to finish, so..."
"I know my way out," Darren said. "You'll figure it out," he said as he opened the window and climbed outside. Ginger waved to him from her bed, and when it was confirmed that he had left, she pulled her journal and began to continue her last entry.
No.... this isn't my fault at all. It was Sasha's fault to get himself mixed up in this in the first place. It's not my fault that he dragged me into it. Darren said for me to follow my heart, and that's what I'm going to do. I'm only listening to me.
End of Chapter Two
Author's Notes. which promise to be shorter than last time's!
Ooh, Ginger's getting herself into something *dun dun dun* but she's not a lunatic. she's not a lunatic.
Okay, I'll make this brief. Thank y'all so much for your support, I can't believe some of the nice things that you guys have said about my writing! It's stuff like this that really keeps me wanting to keep going. Thanks to Pansy Potter for the title idea, I'm trying to get it to change, but the computer's screwy. And. ooh, I just want to thank absolutely everyone for the encouraging comments. I never thought you would really like this story that much. So thank y'all, sorry this chapter's shorter and really not as good as the first. I wrote it during the super bowl, so I was only half focused. But I'll have another one up. maybe tomorrow? Possibly? If I've got the time, because I have the idea in my head. So here's hoping. We'll see.
British Chicky
Dear Ginger,
It's alright that you didn't respond to my note right away. Sasha can be such a butthead sometimes, I know. I talked to him for awhile after I got your note, and he feels really, really bad. He hasn't talked to anyone for the past two weeks. He isn't eating much either. Mom practically has to force the food down his throat. I know he deserves it and all, but he is my brother, so I have to feel a little bit bad. If it makes you feel any better, after he realized that he was being a dork, he dumped Clover... that doesn't matter to you anymore, though, does it? I just hope you're handling yourself better than he is. Um, don't take this the wrong way, I'm still on your side and everything, but maybe you should think about talking to him again. Just so he doesn't go crazy or anything. You don't have to forgive him. I guess you don't have to talk to him. But just in case you wanted to, I thought I'd present you the option. Hopefully we can turn this whole thing around by June so I can see you at camp!
Melanie
Ginger sighed as Melanie's letter fell from her hands. She picked it up, re-read it, folded it back up neatly and put it in its envelope. She lifted up her pillow to place the note underneath, and her pastel colored journal caught her eye. She undid the lock and began to write in slow loopy cursive.
Why is it that I'm the one that feels guilty now? This isn't my fault. Sasha screwed himself over. I didn't have anything to do with it. This isn't my fault. This isn't my fault. This isn't my fault.
There was a knocking sound on the window, and Ginger turned to it, knowing full well who would be looking in on her.
"The window's locked!" she saw Darren mouth as he continued to rap on the glass. Ginger sprung off her bed, knocking her diary to the floor as she did so. Darren smiled at her as she opened the window and helped him inside.
"Since when did you keep your window locked?" he asked.
"Since I became a crazy lunatic who began feeling guilty for things that weren't my fault."
"Are you alright, Ginger?" Darren asked as they both fell backwards onto Ginger's bed.
"No, I'm not alright. I'm a crazy lunatic who -"
"Alright, Alright! I heard that part already."
Ginger grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I forgot. When you lose your mind, your memory generally goes along for the ride, if you know where I'm coming from."
"Sadly, I don't. I keep my mind on a leash."
Darren was delighted to see Ginger smile. Happiness wasn't an emotion that she had been too eager to show lately, and when you got her to really smile, you knew you had accomplished something.
"So anyway," he said. "Anything been eating away at your soul lately, par chance?"
"I don't think I even have a soul anymore," Ginger said. When Darren turned to look at her, her eyes told him that she was in another world. "I'm a horrible person... but it's not my fault... but I'm a horrible person... but it's not my fault...."
"Ging! Snap out of it!" Darren said, waving his hand in front of her face. She immediately snapped out of her daze.
"I'm a horrible person!" she cried, rolling over and burying her face in a bundle of blankets. Darren sighed and patted her back reassuringly.
"You're not a horrible person. You're a great person. And if you'd just tell me what you did, we could sort this out really quickly."
Ginger reached under her pillow and pulled out a slightly crumpled write envelope. Tossing it to Darren, she buried her head back into her blankets and began to recite what he guessed was her new mantra.
"I am not a lunatic. I am not a lunatic. I am NOT a lunatic."
Darren sat up and read the note over Ginger's mindless ramblings. When he finished, he reached over Ginger and slipped the note back under her pillowcase. He was glad that Sasha felt bad, but the way it was affecting his best friend. it wasn't fair to her.
"Dammit, I'm a LUNATIC!" Ginger screamed into her pillow. Darren sighed and rubbed her back, hoping to bring back the happy Ginger that he used to know. When she lifted her head up again, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She hurriedly tried to brush them away, but found it to be no use. Looking at Darren's concerned face only caused her to cry more.
"What did I do that was so wrong?" she asked him as he grabbed her a tissue from her bed stand. "I don't want him to suffer this much... well, I do, but I don't want him to end up sick. What am I supposed to do?"
Darren sat in silence, wondering how to respond. It wasn't a situation that he really wanted to be drawn into, it wasn't his battle to fight. But he couldn't tell Ginger that, it would send her into another nervous wreck.
"It's the only way," he thought.
"Look, Ging. I don't know what's supposed to happen now. I don't know Sasha, I've never had a conversation with the guy, only got a glance at him when we were at camp. All I really think you can do is follow your heart. It's what's going to end up telling you what's right, not me." "I wish I made as much sense as you," Ginger said, blowing her nose on the tissue Darren had handed her.
"You do make as much sense as me, you just don't listen to yourself enough."
Ginger gave him her signature look of utter doubt - left eyebrow raised, mouth slightly pouting. "Yeah, I make sense ALL the time," she said sarcastically.
"Okay, so you aren't exactly comprehendible when you're telling yourself that you're a lunatic, but we're going to work on that, aren't we?" Darren replied, patting her back reassuringly.
"Yeah..." Ginger said, nodding her head and smiling slightly. "I'm going to listen to me. Thanks. Now, I've kinda got a lot to think about, and that huge essay to finish, so..."
"I know my way out," Darren said. "You'll figure it out," he said as he opened the window and climbed outside. Ginger waved to him from her bed, and when it was confirmed that he had left, she pulled her journal and began to continue her last entry.
No.... this isn't my fault at all. It was Sasha's fault to get himself mixed up in this in the first place. It's not my fault that he dragged me into it. Darren said for me to follow my heart, and that's what I'm going to do. I'm only listening to me.
End of Chapter Two
Author's Notes. which promise to be shorter than last time's!
Ooh, Ginger's getting herself into something *dun dun dun* but she's not a lunatic. she's not a lunatic.
Okay, I'll make this brief. Thank y'all so much for your support, I can't believe some of the nice things that you guys have said about my writing! It's stuff like this that really keeps me wanting to keep going. Thanks to Pansy Potter for the title idea, I'm trying to get it to change, but the computer's screwy. And. ooh, I just want to thank absolutely everyone for the encouraging comments. I never thought you would really like this story that much. So thank y'all, sorry this chapter's shorter and really not as good as the first. I wrote it during the super bowl, so I was only half focused. But I'll have another one up. maybe tomorrow? Possibly? If I've got the time, because I have the idea in my head. So here's hoping. We'll see.
British Chicky