A/N: *Whistles* *Sings* *Quotes random Alladin lines* I've got Disney on
the brain, so if Mickey pops up somewhere in this chappie, I am terribly
sorry.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned a poodle.
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"Dad.... Dad, there's someone in my room! Daddy, get him out, Dad, help!"
I woke suddenly. It was the middle of the night. Everything in the hospital was quite dark. I pretended I hadn't woken up, since Doctor Burton just walked down the hall and I didn't want him to worry about me. In the silence I heard someone breathing. I made sure doctor Burton was well out of earshot before I whispered into the darkness.
"You're back, aren't you?"
Nothing.
"I hear you, I know you're here. Answer me."
The breathing became steadily faster and louder.
"Just answer me all ready, I won't tell anyone. You're back, aren't you?"
"No."
"Ah ha!" I sat up in bed.
"No no no, I just don't want to... I- I don't want to...."
"Don't want to what? Scare me? Because you're doing a bad job of that!"
"No no, you're brave. I know you're brave." I heard him step closer to me. "I've been watching you."
"You were here last night."
"Yes, I was."
"And you've been watching me? Are you a stalker?"
"I suppose." He said, stepping even closer to my bed. At this I gathered the covers around me and slunk farther away from this boy, almost falling off the other side of the bed.
"Bo, I won't hurt you."
"Errrr... stalker."
"Well, I'm supposed to hurt you-"
"Yeck!" I jumped and landed on the floor with a thud. The boy ran around and put his hand on my arm.
"You can trust me."
"I can trust my stalker, hm... no!"
"Yes, Bo!" He yelled, pulling me up off the ground. "It may be wrong, Bo, but I don't care. I want to be your friend." He pulled himself a bit closer to me, letting the light dance across his red hair. He had a thin face, fair skin, and deep brown eyes, both of which were transfixed on mine. I stared for a moment at this strange boy, but soon tore myself away from his grip.
"What is going on?" I calmly asked. Or at least what I thought was calmly.
"My friends," Said the boy, "They wanted me to follow you, and they wanted me to do terrible things to you. But... I've been following you for so long I feel like I know you. And now I just want to be your friend. I've been terrified from the beginning, but I can't help it. I'm so scared that they'll make me, so scared that I'll hurt you. I don't want to hurt you, that's the last thing I want. Believe me."
"Just tell me some things." I said, stepping closer to him.
"Anything."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Dominic."
"Dominic. Now Dominic, what are you, exactly?"
"I'm just... Dominic."
"Just a stalker?"
"Exactly."
"And who are your friends?"
"You don't know them."
"What did they want you to do?"
"I-"He hesitated, looked to the ground, and whispered. "I can't tell you."
"And why not?"
"I can't. They... they'll kill me, for sure."
"Dominic, do you want me to trust you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"Kill you, OK? Kill you and more, OK? Are you happy now? You know."
I stood there for a moment. Who wanted me dead? Why would they send this seemingly sweet boy to kill me? Boy, looks like whoever chose a bad hit man. Either bad or extremely good.
"Yes, I am happy. And I think I trust you, too."
"Really?"
"Yes. You seem... OK. And if I die, at least I'll know my killer was a nice boy." And I smiled. And he smiled back. It was quite funny, really. My stalker and I in a hospital room, smiling at each other. Me in my pajamas, being very short shorts and a tiny little tank top that only sluts wear out in public.
"You won't die." He muttered. "I promise you that. I won't let them get you." With that he saluted me and climbed out the window. His head reappeared in the window frame in a few seconds.
"How the hell?" I whispered. "That's a sheer drop!"
"Strong arms." Said Dominic, though his voice showed no sound of any physical strain. "See you later, Bo."
"Bye Dom...."
He smiled and dropped. I ran to the window, looking over the edge. Absolutely nothing.
"I wonder if he has a magic carpet...." I said, walking back to my bed, laying down, and humming A Whole New World until I fell asleep. ((A/N: And this is where Mickey Mouse pops in! ^^))
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A/N: Dun dun DUN!!!! *plays sax* I love me sax! I've gotten better! I can play Pirates of the Caribbean on it now, and pretty well too! I think it might be easier if I had a shorter reed.... Alto clarinet reeds are a bit long. But I have plenty cuz I get discounts cuz I am loved at the music store because no one ever buys alto clarinet reeds but ME! And you are SICK of my band geek ramblings. But I'm bored, so I'm going to ramble more. It's Tuesday.... I'm turning 15 tomorrow, yay!!!! Then on Thursday I'm going to Universal Studios, yay! Then I have ten more days of Spring with NOTHING TO DO!!!! Because Autumn is most likely going to be busy and my boyfriend is grounded and and and and.... *cries* Well, maybe Autumn won't be busy.... *calls Autumn* Wait.... I'm online. That doesn't work. OK, NOW I'm done!
Tip of the day: Don't stab yourself. It hurts. Tip of the week: DO NOT let little children into your room. They rip up pictures of sexy red-heads and play with your knives. Tip of the month: Never EVER stop wishing me a happy birthday this month! Even though tomorrow if the last day of the month.... Tip of the year: Eat cheese. Tip of FOREVER: Please live.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned a poodle.
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"Dad.... Dad, there's someone in my room! Daddy, get him out, Dad, help!"
I woke suddenly. It was the middle of the night. Everything in the hospital was quite dark. I pretended I hadn't woken up, since Doctor Burton just walked down the hall and I didn't want him to worry about me. In the silence I heard someone breathing. I made sure doctor Burton was well out of earshot before I whispered into the darkness.
"You're back, aren't you?"
Nothing.
"I hear you, I know you're here. Answer me."
The breathing became steadily faster and louder.
"Just answer me all ready, I won't tell anyone. You're back, aren't you?"
"No."
"Ah ha!" I sat up in bed.
"No no no, I just don't want to... I- I don't want to...."
"Don't want to what? Scare me? Because you're doing a bad job of that!"
"No no, you're brave. I know you're brave." I heard him step closer to me. "I've been watching you."
"You were here last night."
"Yes, I was."
"And you've been watching me? Are you a stalker?"
"I suppose." He said, stepping even closer to my bed. At this I gathered the covers around me and slunk farther away from this boy, almost falling off the other side of the bed.
"Bo, I won't hurt you."
"Errrr... stalker."
"Well, I'm supposed to hurt you-"
"Yeck!" I jumped and landed on the floor with a thud. The boy ran around and put his hand on my arm.
"You can trust me."
"I can trust my stalker, hm... no!"
"Yes, Bo!" He yelled, pulling me up off the ground. "It may be wrong, Bo, but I don't care. I want to be your friend." He pulled himself a bit closer to me, letting the light dance across his red hair. He had a thin face, fair skin, and deep brown eyes, both of which were transfixed on mine. I stared for a moment at this strange boy, but soon tore myself away from his grip.
"What is going on?" I calmly asked. Or at least what I thought was calmly.
"My friends," Said the boy, "They wanted me to follow you, and they wanted me to do terrible things to you. But... I've been following you for so long I feel like I know you. And now I just want to be your friend. I've been terrified from the beginning, but I can't help it. I'm so scared that they'll make me, so scared that I'll hurt you. I don't want to hurt you, that's the last thing I want. Believe me."
"Just tell me some things." I said, stepping closer to him.
"Anything."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Dominic."
"Dominic. Now Dominic, what are you, exactly?"
"I'm just... Dominic."
"Just a stalker?"
"Exactly."
"And who are your friends?"
"You don't know them."
"What did they want you to do?"
"I-"He hesitated, looked to the ground, and whispered. "I can't tell you."
"And why not?"
"I can't. They... they'll kill me, for sure."
"Dominic, do you want me to trust you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"Kill you, OK? Kill you and more, OK? Are you happy now? You know."
I stood there for a moment. Who wanted me dead? Why would they send this seemingly sweet boy to kill me? Boy, looks like whoever chose a bad hit man. Either bad or extremely good.
"Yes, I am happy. And I think I trust you, too."
"Really?"
"Yes. You seem... OK. And if I die, at least I'll know my killer was a nice boy." And I smiled. And he smiled back. It was quite funny, really. My stalker and I in a hospital room, smiling at each other. Me in my pajamas, being very short shorts and a tiny little tank top that only sluts wear out in public.
"You won't die." He muttered. "I promise you that. I won't let them get you." With that he saluted me and climbed out the window. His head reappeared in the window frame in a few seconds.
"How the hell?" I whispered. "That's a sheer drop!"
"Strong arms." Said Dominic, though his voice showed no sound of any physical strain. "See you later, Bo."
"Bye Dom...."
He smiled and dropped. I ran to the window, looking over the edge. Absolutely nothing.
"I wonder if he has a magic carpet...." I said, walking back to my bed, laying down, and humming A Whole New World until I fell asleep. ((A/N: And this is where Mickey Mouse pops in! ^^))
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A/N: Dun dun DUN!!!! *plays sax* I love me sax! I've gotten better! I can play Pirates of the Caribbean on it now, and pretty well too! I think it might be easier if I had a shorter reed.... Alto clarinet reeds are a bit long. But I have plenty cuz I get discounts cuz I am loved at the music store because no one ever buys alto clarinet reeds but ME! And you are SICK of my band geek ramblings. But I'm bored, so I'm going to ramble more. It's Tuesday.... I'm turning 15 tomorrow, yay!!!! Then on Thursday I'm going to Universal Studios, yay! Then I have ten more days of Spring with NOTHING TO DO!!!! Because Autumn is most likely going to be busy and my boyfriend is grounded and and and and.... *cries* Well, maybe Autumn won't be busy.... *calls Autumn* Wait.... I'm online. That doesn't work. OK, NOW I'm done!
Tip of the day: Don't stab yourself. It hurts. Tip of the week: DO NOT let little children into your room. They rip up pictures of sexy red-heads and play with your knives. Tip of the month: Never EVER stop wishing me a happy birthday this month! Even though tomorrow if the last day of the month.... Tip of the year: Eat cheese. Tip of FOREVER: Please live.
