Here I am again at chapter seven. I am worried now. Is my main character a
Mary-sue? I would gladly take the complement because she is me. I am trying
to get my personality as precise as possible. Of course my parents are not
dead and I am not THAT insane but I want to make this enjoyable for
everyone. Isn't it fun to read about lunatics? Yes Lisa I know! I do it for
me but there are other things to it too. My ego won't let me be anything
but the best. So deal with me.
So I am more than just a companion to you? This is all so very complicated isn't it? You need me around. This you tell me often. What upset you so much last night? You were so very worried as I fell asleep. It looked as if you thought that I would never wake up again. How can I trust you so much? Look at me! I'm in a bed somewhere in the world or off it. I don't even know our location. I am in your hands, entirely. What else could I do? Where else would I want to be?
I basically fell out of the bed when I tried to get out of it. I am grace almighty, seriously! What will ever become of me? Where are you now? I did a funny looking half-walk half-crawl maneuver trying to enter the kitchen to find you. I fell down and ended up just crawling and swearing at my messed up legs. My arms hurt as well so it is a rather wobbly crawl at that. My arms and legs are shaky, and blood was beginning to come out of my knees from scratching them on the stone floors that looked so very elegant. Pah! I wish there was carpeting because this hurts! There is carpeting now. Is this the gift you gave me? I didn't think that I would be able to conjure things so quickly. I continue my journey across the apartment and by the time I reach the kitchen threshold I am exhausted. My arms collapse and I sigh a very disgruntle sigh. I inch forward on my stomach. I am almost there! Just a little bit farther, that's all. I wonder, did you fall asleep in the kitchen? I finally make it through the doorway on my belly.
"My, my, my. Aren't we persistent?"
I cock my neck backwards to face you. What a terribly evil grin you have on your face right now. "I was just wondering if you were okay! I haven't seen you since last night! What were you doing?"
"You were worried about my well-being while you are like that." You emphatically gesture at me.
"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny" I try to get up. "No don't help me! I can do it myself." I fall back down within a matter of minutes, exasperated.
"Goodbye then. I am going to go make myself some breakfast." You step over me, and your bathrobe sweeping over my cheek.
I clear my throat loudly. Suggestively.
Your grin widens with all your teeth shining "Oops did I forget about something?"
"No, no, no. NOT at all!" I say through gritted teeth.
"Oh, if you insist. Of course you are right." You resume getting things out of the fridge.
"You have way to much time on your hands! Will you please quit playing with my head! I am not very patient." I scowl.
"I on the other hand have all the time in the world to torture you."
"You are so relentless." I watch hungrily as you taste your oatmeal.
"So?"
"Will you please help me?" I whisper very very quietly.
"What did you say? I could not hear you."
"Quit teasing me! You can read minds you don't need to hear me." I whine.
You stride over and gather me up and go to put me back in the bed until I stopped you. "No. No, Don't put me in the bed. Put me in a kitchen chair so that I can talk to you."
"Will you ever make up your ruddy mind?" You put me in the chair.
"Thank you." I tried to make my hair smooth down because it was quite static-y from the carpets. "Where is the love?" I asked sarcastically.
"Here have some oatmeal." You handed me a bowl of oatmeal with strawberries in it.
"That is better!"
"Actually to tell you the truth I can no longer read your mind. I have no control over you. You are to be my equal soon enough, remember? Well I should get to explaining shouldn't I?"
"Finish what you are doing first. I could not stand this chair for long, anyway. I can't even sit up well as weird as it sounds. It is just plain painful. Just chat with me until you are finished cooking. All I really need right now is to socialize. I need it very, very badly."
"That was the very point in which I had intended on speaking with you about." You magicked the food to cook itself and helped me into the bed.
"What do you mean?" I am getting used to your doting now.
You sat down besides me. Its conversation time. "I can no longer keep you satisfied by myself. You need to return to life as a mortal. If not then you shall go insane. This I have learned firsthand. You need to be part of the world. To live in it. To watch it and help it develop. You and I shall go out into the city and just view it for awhile. You need to see what is going on. With out such actions in your life time will drip by and your spirit will break of depression, boredom, both, or more."
"But, I am not going through the same thing you did. I have you here with me. I am not truly alone." I remarked trying to evade my reemergence into the public, quite pointlessly. There is no argueing with you.
"It does not make a difference." You said firmly. "As soon as you are well again you shall visit the real world. For now you will read newspapers and magazines. How much do you really think that you could accomplish with only the things in this apartment? Do you truly think that you could be occupied a year much less one thousand? I need it and you need it."
So I am more than just a companion to you? This is all so very complicated isn't it? You need me around. This you tell me often. What upset you so much last night? You were so very worried as I fell asleep. It looked as if you thought that I would never wake up again. How can I trust you so much? Look at me! I'm in a bed somewhere in the world or off it. I don't even know our location. I am in your hands, entirely. What else could I do? Where else would I want to be?
I basically fell out of the bed when I tried to get out of it. I am grace almighty, seriously! What will ever become of me? Where are you now? I did a funny looking half-walk half-crawl maneuver trying to enter the kitchen to find you. I fell down and ended up just crawling and swearing at my messed up legs. My arms hurt as well so it is a rather wobbly crawl at that. My arms and legs are shaky, and blood was beginning to come out of my knees from scratching them on the stone floors that looked so very elegant. Pah! I wish there was carpeting because this hurts! There is carpeting now. Is this the gift you gave me? I didn't think that I would be able to conjure things so quickly. I continue my journey across the apartment and by the time I reach the kitchen threshold I am exhausted. My arms collapse and I sigh a very disgruntle sigh. I inch forward on my stomach. I am almost there! Just a little bit farther, that's all. I wonder, did you fall asleep in the kitchen? I finally make it through the doorway on my belly.
"My, my, my. Aren't we persistent?"
I cock my neck backwards to face you. What a terribly evil grin you have on your face right now. "I was just wondering if you were okay! I haven't seen you since last night! What were you doing?"
"You were worried about my well-being while you are like that." You emphatically gesture at me.
"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny" I try to get up. "No don't help me! I can do it myself." I fall back down within a matter of minutes, exasperated.
"Goodbye then. I am going to go make myself some breakfast." You step over me, and your bathrobe sweeping over my cheek.
I clear my throat loudly. Suggestively.
Your grin widens with all your teeth shining "Oops did I forget about something?"
"No, no, no. NOT at all!" I say through gritted teeth.
"Oh, if you insist. Of course you are right." You resume getting things out of the fridge.
"You have way to much time on your hands! Will you please quit playing with my head! I am not very patient." I scowl.
"I on the other hand have all the time in the world to torture you."
"You are so relentless." I watch hungrily as you taste your oatmeal.
"So?"
"Will you please help me?" I whisper very very quietly.
"What did you say? I could not hear you."
"Quit teasing me! You can read minds you don't need to hear me." I whine.
You stride over and gather me up and go to put me back in the bed until I stopped you. "No. No, Don't put me in the bed. Put me in a kitchen chair so that I can talk to you."
"Will you ever make up your ruddy mind?" You put me in the chair.
"Thank you." I tried to make my hair smooth down because it was quite static-y from the carpets. "Where is the love?" I asked sarcastically.
"Here have some oatmeal." You handed me a bowl of oatmeal with strawberries in it.
"That is better!"
"Actually to tell you the truth I can no longer read your mind. I have no control over you. You are to be my equal soon enough, remember? Well I should get to explaining shouldn't I?"
"Finish what you are doing first. I could not stand this chair for long, anyway. I can't even sit up well as weird as it sounds. It is just plain painful. Just chat with me until you are finished cooking. All I really need right now is to socialize. I need it very, very badly."
"That was the very point in which I had intended on speaking with you about." You magicked the food to cook itself and helped me into the bed.
"What do you mean?" I am getting used to your doting now.
You sat down besides me. Its conversation time. "I can no longer keep you satisfied by myself. You need to return to life as a mortal. If not then you shall go insane. This I have learned firsthand. You need to be part of the world. To live in it. To watch it and help it develop. You and I shall go out into the city and just view it for awhile. You need to see what is going on. With out such actions in your life time will drip by and your spirit will break of depression, boredom, both, or more."
"But, I am not going through the same thing you did. I have you here with me. I am not truly alone." I remarked trying to evade my reemergence into the public, quite pointlessly. There is no argueing with you.
"It does not make a difference." You said firmly. "As soon as you are well again you shall visit the real world. For now you will read newspapers and magazines. How much do you really think that you could accomplish with only the things in this apartment? Do you truly think that you could be occupied a year much less one thousand? I need it and you need it."