'Ello! I know I know, about a year now. I tried but today I forced myself to write and keep writing until I died! does so well, I hope you like this chapter because it took me a fucking year to write. It will seem a little…odd… because my writing style has changed since…a year ago. I am now fully obsessed with David Bowie like stuff heh. But this will still be based on my favorite country song in the whole wide world!

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Forbidden

I woke up with a pounding headache. I was lying on something hard and cold. I groaned and opened my eyes. I was in a strange room, which I quickly realized was my new front room. I tried to sit up but my face was stuck to the plastic I had laid down to protect the wood floor.

"Shite" I peeled the plastic off and stood up. I rubbed my eyes and blinked. I walked over to my door, only to trip over a lump and hit my head on the wall. "FUCK!"

"Ohmygod! Are you all right!" The "lump", who was actually Andra, stood up from the floor and tried to help me up.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, I just need some ice." She dropped me on the floor again and ran over to her flat to get some ice. I held my head. "Great way to start the day, just great." I mumbled to myself. Zandra burst back into the room and gave me some ice.

"Now just sit up and grab onto me so I can get you back to my flat and have you lay down." She said sternly. I put all my weight onto her shoulder as she assisted me to her apartment. Once we got in there I saw that it was a very colorful flat. No wall looked the same. They were all a piece of artwork. Scenes from different places were painted on each one. I couldn't wait to get better so I could explore her house.

"Over here." She led me to a large yellow couch and let me lay down on it. As I looked at the ceiling I saw a night sky, full of stars and stellar dust clouds. She walked into the bathroom.

"I like the art work." I told her. "Did you do all this yourself?"

"Yeah, when you have a bunch of free time on your hands you tend to just go crazy." She called from the bathroom. "Writing has its flaws" she came back into the room with a bottle of Iodine.

"So is that what you do?" I questioned.

"Yeah, you have so much free time, but I haven't been able to get anything published except in newspapers and such." She dibbles some if the liquid onto a cotton ball. "now this will sting a lot but you have to promise me you wont go crazy and scream alright?" she put the cotton ball directly onto my forehead. The Iodine stung so bad I had to take her hand away.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me with that stuff?" I asked

"No you idiot, it cleans the wound, you hit your head on wet paint, and pretty hard to. You scrapped your forehead." She looked at my forehead. "Already had bit of a nasty experience with your head haven't ya? Well let's hope this doesn't scar either." She reapplied the cotton ball to my forehead. I gasped in pain.

"That fuckin hurts." I gasped

"Yes it does, but you'll thank me for it." She raised an eye brow. "If I didn't put any on the wound you would have another scar."

"Lucky me" I muttered. She started to lightly pat it.

"There we go all clean. Now just apply some Neosporin or something like that at least once a day to make it heal quicker," she smiled. "You wouldn't want a sore head for a long time would you?" I shook my head and closed my eyes.

"'Andra, this couch is comfortable" I said softly. I felt her move my legs had her sit down. I put my legs on her lap.

"Yes it is I found it at a sale." She put her feet up on the near by coffee table. "Only one hundred pounds…what a deal." I felt her drift off to sleep, her breaths becoming deeper and slower.

"That is a good deal." I said to her sleeping body. I opened my eyes and looked around more. Not one piece of furniture matched. The two chairs by the fire place were both oddly shaped. The one on the left was black and the other was a dark purple. As much into the kitchen I could see, the Table was one that required bar stools. It did, in fact have bar stools, but different ones. There was a white one, a silver one, a black one, and one that looks like she painted herself. I looked at the coffee table and saw a large stack of papers that were all bound together. I reached over and picked it up off the table to get a better view of what the first page said.

"Last Breath…." I said out loud. I flipped back the first page and began reading.

About an hour later, Zandra woke up. "Wha… I wasn't supposed to sleep…" she said while becoming aware that my feet were on her. "Why the hell are your feet on me…" I looked at her over the top of the packet

"Because you put them there?" I raised an eye brow at her.

"I guess. But h- what are you reading?" her face became serious and dark. She stood up and snatched it out of my hands. "Who gave you the right to read anything that is lying around?" she asked me as she rolled it up and put it in her back pocket. "Hmm?" Her face was getting red now.

"Uh… I'm sorry… I wouldn't have read it if I knew you would feel offended by it." I blinked at her.

"Don't. Read. Anything. With. Out. My. Permission. Again. You. Wanker!" for each word she said was one whack from the packet.

"What the hell!" I exclaimed. She smiled and sat down again.

"Now you know how I feel," she said lightly. "How did you like it though? Was it good? Horrible? Rip it up and stick it in the litter worthy?"

"Out of those…?" I stared at her

"Yes just pick one." She smiled

"Good times 1,000" I smiled

"You lie" she frowned at her story and put it back on the table.

"No I'm not lying. If you think I'm lying then take it out to some one and see if they have the same reaction on it. And if they don't, then by all means hit me again." I stood up. "But I have to go and finish painting my new home, want to help anymore or not?" She grinned and stood up, stretching.

"I think I could get more of the mural done." She said with a playful smile. She put her hair up in a bandana and headed out the door, "I think you'll like this, Harry." She said. "Its going to be one of my best works yet. I can feel it."

"Really now, Andra." I followed her out the door shutting it behind me. "And what, may I ask, makes this one so special?"

She smiled at me as I reached for my keys in my pocket. "It's the one that I put the most work into, and gave the most thought to." I opened the door and stepped in. "I really never think about what I draw, it just comes to me." I looked at the wall where her mural was going to be, so far it was lots of pointy lines, circles, and a light blue.

"What is it supposed to be?" I asked but she only shook her finger at me.

"Be patient, Harry" she whispered, "You will soon see." She grabbed a larger brush and dipped it into the turquoise green again. I picked up a brush and dipped it into a dark purple. I steadily stroked back and forth, blending it in with the blood red on the other side of the room. I felt her eyes watching me with my every move. I stopped brushing the paint onto the wall.

"What." I asked, not turning away from the wall.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she plainly asked. I spun around.

"Why…." Now I was starting to get suspicious. She shrugged.

"It's a simple yes or no question." She implied. "Either you're seeing some one or not." She turned around and started painting on the wall again.

"Well… no I'm not… but why do you want to know?"

"because I have a friend, and you seem to be a lot alike so I was thinking of letting you two meet or something before the week is out." She went to a yellow color now for some other part of the wall.

"Oh, god your not going to try to hook me up… are you?" she just laughed

"We'll see, we'll see."

Ack I hope that was a good chapter, for not updating in a year…well…. Review pleases!