Chapter three
"I hate her. I hate them. I hate everybody." Yolanda muttered to herself as she tried to fall asleep. "And I especially hate Dilbert."
It had been three months. A record. For her, at least. She thought he had loved her, so she returned his love. But he turned out to be a jerk. Just another heartless boy with no real intentions of staying together longer than it was worth.
"He probably forgot me already." She mumbled sadly to herself. "He probably didn't even like me."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that." An unexpected and unfamiliar voice made her roll over. A tall woman, with a sort of toga on stood in front of her.
"W-Who are you?" Yolanda heard herself asking.
"Why, I'm Artemis. Protector of children and women in childbirth." The strange woman replied.
"I'm not a child." The other option seemed even more ridiculous.
"No.."
"Then what do you want?" Yolanda sounded angry, even to herself. But in truth, she was really just scared.
"I want to help you."
"With what?"
"Your problem."
"What problem?" Like she had a problem. Oh yeah, there was a strange woman standing in the middle of the room, looking like she should be in a Greek mythology book.
"You know what I'm talking about." The woman had an alluring sense about her. Something that made you want to get to know her even more.
"Okay, fine." Yolanda figured she may as well confess. She really didn't mind that much, when it came to the truth. Having someone to share it with would make her feel a lot better.
"Well, what's the story?" This woman could really be very agitating sometimes. "C'mon, out with it!"
"I guess it all started three months ago, when I met him."
"Who? Who did you meet?"
"This guy named Dilbert. I met him on Memorial Day, at the festival on 69th street. I fell in love with him. I thought he loved me back. But he was a jerk. He dumped me today."
"Well, you really don't need this guy, do you?" The woman was getting on her nerves again. "I really have no patience with men."
"Oh?" After sitting for a moment in silence, except for the humming of the street cars below my window, I decided to ask my question again. "Who are you?"
"I told you. I am Artemis. Protector of children and women in childbirth." Artemis sounded agitated, as if I were an idiot or something.
"Right. Where are you from?"
"Mount Olympus." Yolanda couldn't help myself. She cracked up.
"You mean- home of the Greek gods or whatever?"
"The very place."
"You're telling me that you're this god who protects children and women or whatever, and you just happened to find a way into my house at." She looked over to my bedside stand to see her clock. "Eleven o'clock at night?"
"Yes, that sounds about right." Artemis thought for a minute. "Only it's women in childbirth, dear."
"Okay, whatever." We sat in silence, neither of us sure exactly what to say next. Finally, Yolanda broke the silence. "So what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to help you." She was talking with pity in her voice-the one thing that Yolanda truly hate. "I thought you knew that already."
"Well, I didn't." She was tired, and all she wanted to do was to go to sleep. "And I don't want you to, either."
"Now, now. I think you do." Her voice changed. Now it sounded like she was talking to a three-year-old. "What if I said that you could get revenge on this 'Dilbert' you hate so much?"
Now, there was an idea. Revenge. Even the word sounds good. Yolanda sat there in silence for a few moments, thinking this over.
"What kind of revenge?" She carefully chose my words, so that they sounded like she wasn't too desperate, but was definitely interested.
"The kind that hurts." Now, Artemis was her kind of girl. "Just as he hurt you."
"Sounds good." It did, too.
((um, sorry if I switched pov's. I tried to change it all, but... I could've missed something. Pleez tell me if you like or hate it. Either one, I'd just like to know what you think of this...))
"I hate her. I hate them. I hate everybody." Yolanda muttered to herself as she tried to fall asleep. "And I especially hate Dilbert."
It had been three months. A record. For her, at least. She thought he had loved her, so she returned his love. But he turned out to be a jerk. Just another heartless boy with no real intentions of staying together longer than it was worth.
"He probably forgot me already." She mumbled sadly to herself. "He probably didn't even like me."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that." An unexpected and unfamiliar voice made her roll over. A tall woman, with a sort of toga on stood in front of her.
"W-Who are you?" Yolanda heard herself asking.
"Why, I'm Artemis. Protector of children and women in childbirth." The strange woman replied.
"I'm not a child." The other option seemed even more ridiculous.
"No.."
"Then what do you want?" Yolanda sounded angry, even to herself. But in truth, she was really just scared.
"I want to help you."
"With what?"
"Your problem."
"What problem?" Like she had a problem. Oh yeah, there was a strange woman standing in the middle of the room, looking like she should be in a Greek mythology book.
"You know what I'm talking about." The woman had an alluring sense about her. Something that made you want to get to know her even more.
"Okay, fine." Yolanda figured she may as well confess. She really didn't mind that much, when it came to the truth. Having someone to share it with would make her feel a lot better.
"Well, what's the story?" This woman could really be very agitating sometimes. "C'mon, out with it!"
"I guess it all started three months ago, when I met him."
"Who? Who did you meet?"
"This guy named Dilbert. I met him on Memorial Day, at the festival on 69th street. I fell in love with him. I thought he loved me back. But he was a jerk. He dumped me today."
"Well, you really don't need this guy, do you?" The woman was getting on her nerves again. "I really have no patience with men."
"Oh?" After sitting for a moment in silence, except for the humming of the street cars below my window, I decided to ask my question again. "Who are you?"
"I told you. I am Artemis. Protector of children and women in childbirth." Artemis sounded agitated, as if I were an idiot or something.
"Right. Where are you from?"
"Mount Olympus." Yolanda couldn't help myself. She cracked up.
"You mean- home of the Greek gods or whatever?"
"The very place."
"You're telling me that you're this god who protects children and women or whatever, and you just happened to find a way into my house at." She looked over to my bedside stand to see her clock. "Eleven o'clock at night?"
"Yes, that sounds about right." Artemis thought for a minute. "Only it's women in childbirth, dear."
"Okay, whatever." We sat in silence, neither of us sure exactly what to say next. Finally, Yolanda broke the silence. "So what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to help you." She was talking with pity in her voice-the one thing that Yolanda truly hate. "I thought you knew that already."
"Well, I didn't." She was tired, and all she wanted to do was to go to sleep. "And I don't want you to, either."
"Now, now. I think you do." Her voice changed. Now it sounded like she was talking to a three-year-old. "What if I said that you could get revenge on this 'Dilbert' you hate so much?"
Now, there was an idea. Revenge. Even the word sounds good. Yolanda sat there in silence for a few moments, thinking this over.
"What kind of revenge?" She carefully chose my words, so that they sounded like she wasn't too desperate, but was definitely interested.
"The kind that hurts." Now, Artemis was her kind of girl. "Just as he hurt you."
"Sounds good." It did, too.
((um, sorry if I switched pov's. I tried to change it all, but... I could've missed something. Pleez tell me if you like or hate it. Either one, I'd just like to know what you think of this...))