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Here's the third chapter in this unkind depressing story. I need to get a life. I burnt my foot on a spark two days ago while lighting fireworks. I screamed for a while and then I ended up falling into a rosebush. I got cut.
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Nny pulled up in front of house 777 and got out of the car. He stomped into the house, kicking snow off of his boots as he went inside. He flopped down on the couch as he had done so many countless times before, staring up at the ceiling in despair. He had never felt so hopeless before. Christmas was supposed to be a time of joy, not a time that made one want to pull one's own hair out and sink to the floor in manic tears of anguish (no, not Anne Gwish. I hate her. She is an evil, evil woman. Grr!).
He sighed and kicked at the air with his left boot, the sound of his soft sigh almost ringing through the house, the air was so silent.
"Ah yes Nny. Lonely again. Feeling sorry for yourself again. Such sweet memories. You've been like this ever since you nearly killed dear little Devi. Or maybe even before. But still, why don't we finish the job?"
"Oh shut up," Nny mumbled, no longer letting the voices get to him.
"Come now, come now. Kill someone. Something. Anyone. Anything. Just kill again."
"I told you to shut up," Nny said, and the little voice faded into the dark with a dissatisfied little hiss.
"Ahh, that's better," Nny said, trying to feel content. But he couldn't deny the burning ache that resided somewhere in his chest.
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Devi answered the knock on the door with little enthusiasm. When she opened the door, Tenna stepped inside, holding a brown paper bag under one arm and holding Spooky in her hand, a small red velvety bow tied around his neck to look extra festive. Devi stepped back to let her past, looking at the little skeleton doll with distaste.
"Merry not-yet-Christmas Devi!" Tenna said merrily, setting the bag on the floor.
"Yeah," Devi replied numbly, "You too."
"Spooky says that same thing!" Tenna said, giving the little toy and feverish squeak. Devi shook her head.
"I don't know why I ever bought you that thing in the first place," she said. (I love Spooky!!!!!!!!)
"Aww come on Devi! Spooky likes you!" Tenna said hopefully.
"Mmm-hmm," Devi said torpidly. Tenna shrugged.
"I brought Christmas decorations!" Tenna said excitedly.
"So I see," Devi said, looking at the bag on the floor.
"C'mon Dev lighten up! It's almost Christmas! Christmas eve is in just two days! Get in the spirit!" Tenna whooped.
"Seriously, Tenn, I think I'm as much 'in the spirit' as I can get right about now," Devi said sadly.
"Oh yeah. The mom thing," Tenna said, her face falling.
"Yeah. Sometimes I really miss her, you know. I mean, she loved Christmas. And she was always doing this big thing for it every year. It was pretty fun. And then she had to go and-you know," Devi said, leaning against the wall, tears in her eyes. 'Numb. Think numb, Devi old girl. You can't fall apart in front of other people!'
"It must be hard. You can share my mom if you want," Tenna said hopefully. Devi forced a smile.
"OK then. Sure Tenna," she said, in a very strained happy voice that she hoped was enough to fool Tenna. It worked.
"Great! Now, let's have eggnog!" Tenna cheered, reached for the carton inside the bag.
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More pretty soon I guess.
Here's the third chapter in this unkind depressing story. I need to get a life. I burnt my foot on a spark two days ago while lighting fireworks. I screamed for a while and then I ended up falling into a rosebush. I got cut.
*/*/*
Nny pulled up in front of house 777 and got out of the car. He stomped into the house, kicking snow off of his boots as he went inside. He flopped down on the couch as he had done so many countless times before, staring up at the ceiling in despair. He had never felt so hopeless before. Christmas was supposed to be a time of joy, not a time that made one want to pull one's own hair out and sink to the floor in manic tears of anguish (no, not Anne Gwish. I hate her. She is an evil, evil woman. Grr!).
He sighed and kicked at the air with his left boot, the sound of his soft sigh almost ringing through the house, the air was so silent.
"Ah yes Nny. Lonely again. Feeling sorry for yourself again. Such sweet memories. You've been like this ever since you nearly killed dear little Devi. Or maybe even before. But still, why don't we finish the job?"
"Oh shut up," Nny mumbled, no longer letting the voices get to him.
"Come now, come now. Kill someone. Something. Anyone. Anything. Just kill again."
"I told you to shut up," Nny said, and the little voice faded into the dark with a dissatisfied little hiss.
"Ahh, that's better," Nny said, trying to feel content. But he couldn't deny the burning ache that resided somewhere in his chest.
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Devi answered the knock on the door with little enthusiasm. When she opened the door, Tenna stepped inside, holding a brown paper bag under one arm and holding Spooky in her hand, a small red velvety bow tied around his neck to look extra festive. Devi stepped back to let her past, looking at the little skeleton doll with distaste.
"Merry not-yet-Christmas Devi!" Tenna said merrily, setting the bag on the floor.
"Yeah," Devi replied numbly, "You too."
"Spooky says that same thing!" Tenna said, giving the little toy and feverish squeak. Devi shook her head.
"I don't know why I ever bought you that thing in the first place," she said. (I love Spooky!!!!!!!!)
"Aww come on Devi! Spooky likes you!" Tenna said hopefully.
"Mmm-hmm," Devi said torpidly. Tenna shrugged.
"I brought Christmas decorations!" Tenna said excitedly.
"So I see," Devi said, looking at the bag on the floor.
"C'mon Dev lighten up! It's almost Christmas! Christmas eve is in just two days! Get in the spirit!" Tenna whooped.
"Seriously, Tenn, I think I'm as much 'in the spirit' as I can get right about now," Devi said sadly.
"Oh yeah. The mom thing," Tenna said, her face falling.
"Yeah. Sometimes I really miss her, you know. I mean, she loved Christmas. And she was always doing this big thing for it every year. It was pretty fun. And then she had to go and-you know," Devi said, leaning against the wall, tears in her eyes. 'Numb. Think numb, Devi old girl. You can't fall apart in front of other people!'
"It must be hard. You can share my mom if you want," Tenna said hopefully. Devi forced a smile.
"OK then. Sure Tenna," she said, in a very strained happy voice that she hoped was enough to fool Tenna. It worked.
"Great! Now, let's have eggnog!" Tenna cheered, reached for the carton inside the bag.
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More pretty soon I guess.
