Okay, I'm so lazy. No, I say that incorrect, I just love Depp to much. Therefore I make a little crossover with Secret Window. I just needed a writer with a good look. It's not about Secret window or anything, it's just his look and maybe a bit of his character. Sorry, if this makes me look very Mary-Sueish.
Chapter 2) And still talking.
"Dad I'm telling you I'm not making anything up!" She pleated on the backseat with her knees up to her chest.
"Dinah I'm not having this discussion with you!" Her father snapped back, his eyes on the icy road. Another thing that tormented her other then rainy London. The cold, she hated cold. She'd be the first one to step outside with gloves and a winter coat.
"You had absolutely no right to be there in the first place! What if you had broke something! Do you know how valuable all those things are. Do you think I'm not working hard enough?!"
She knew better to hook into that discussion. Her father was a writer and was now writing some kind of novel about London. The piles and piles of research he had to read through. She would go crazy if she had to read that all. She didn't like reading anyway. No, she really wasn't anything like her dad. First of all her figure, her dad was kinda small not even sic feet high. She on the other hand had her mom's figure, long and slender. Not even fourteen and already outgrowing her dad. Well almost, just a few more inches.
Then the other big difference what made people wonder if she really was the daughter of the famous Morton Rainey. The hairdo. Her dad really messed up with that. Or he just didn't bother at all.
While she could spend over a hour in the bathroom toying with her dark hair (not to the liking of her dad). About a year ago she decided to dye it black from out of no where, which really didn't do much good for her pale and freckled skin. Now that her mom was working late and seeing someone new she wanted to be new as well. Gone was the childish Dinah, pouf here was the new Dinah. All grown up, dark clothes, dark hair. All strong and adulty. If you skipped her sleeping with her stuffed bunny part.
She huffed and starred out side. Like her dad was ever going to believe her. Defiantly when she slapped the salesman in the face. Defiantly after she started to scream about the blood and all.
But she did see it. She knew that for sure. She even felt it.
She took out her camera and aimed at the Big Ben. She had a huge school report to do now that she was suspended for a few weeks. Not her fault of course, her friends told her to do it. 'It will be fun Dinah, we'll have the whole day off.'
And sure, she with her impulsive mind pulled the fire alarm. And indeed the whole school got a day off. Except her. It was so unfair, she'd done everyone a big favour but she was the one in trouble.
'Stupid thing.' She started to push a few buttons when her camera snapped only black shots. The thing started to make a buzzing sound, snapped on off a few times and finally focused on the Big Ben.
She frowned when she starred at the small screen. Something was wrong. She looked outside, through the rainy window. Outside it was raining hard, she spotted a few people outside walking under there umbrella.
But the little screen showed her the Big Ben surrounded by fog. No rain, but thick fog.
'O crap, did it get wet or something?' The thought of her whole project getting ruined made her moan in dismay. 'C'mon please work. Do it for me, please?!'
She pushed on the off/on button and for a few seconds the screen flinched off. Then it started up and told her it was loading. She sighted relieved when the thing flung back on and showed her the truth about London, it always rained.
.-.-.
It was late, to late for a regular human being. But she had that awful project to finish. She'd been in London for about three days and hated it. It was cold, rainy and the people looked at her funny talking with such a American accent. And she hadn't even got time to do some shopping or scampering around. Somehow her dad thought she would set the house on fire or commit suicide and he took her around wherever he needed to go.
So far she'd seen the most boring little shops and had wined and begged to get her to the big thrills. Like the Tower of London or Madame Tussaudes. But no, all she'd seen where stupid little shops and smelly libraries. O and don't forget the inside of his apartment, which wasn't that much of a thrill. It was pretty much empty, except the basic furniture and plain. Cold white colours and her room was his study room. So half of the time she got kicked out of her own room and had to spend it in front of the TV.
He didn't even allowed her near the kitchen. That was a smart thing because she once proved the packing wrong and let the microwave explode only using a pack of popcorn.
Still it would have been a nice thing if he'd done some shopping. There wasn't much more in the house then ships and leftovers.
Her eyes started to twitch, a sign she really needed to get some sleep. But she couldn't, she needed a few seconds good shot of the Big Ben and somehow her program couldn't fix the fog. It sucked because she had almost twenty seconds Big Ben fog and just a few with rain.
For about the tenth she rewind the video but couldn't make much more out of it. She turned it off rubbed through her aching eyes and switched the computer off.
She jumped on the bed that creaked and hadn't been used to sleep on for years, so it felt. It was around three in the morning but she didn't feel ready for sleep yet. It bugged her she didn't get that good shot and that her camera was such a pain in the ass.
She switched it back on and started to record.
"So this is Dee, doing this thing about London. As you can see I'm sleeping in a stuffed room and I'm bored. And also very annoyed by the fact this damn thing can't do anything right."
While she talked she moved her camera from right to left. "Here is the computer, very interesting to know. If you wonder, no this is not the computer the famous Morton Rainey uses. He has a own laptop and I can use this thing from before the Golf War. It takes about fifteen minutes to start up and twenty if you want to use Words."
She got a bit too focused on her snap towards the computer that she rolled off the edge of the bed. Accompanied with her camera she tumbled on the wooded floor.
"Auw! This was Dee, falling on her ass. Over and out." She grabbed her camera of the floor and prayed it was still working. She let out a happy yelp when it still did. Then God must hate her because he started to give the same buzzing noise as before. Frowning she started to hit the off button and for a second it snapped off. Then it blinked back on and focused on the wood.
'Who, that's a better shot then the Big Ben.' She thought and let her camera slid over the floor. It was pretty good for a thing that recently bumped onto the floor.
Suddenly cold grabbed her throat and made shivers run through her entire body.
A drip of blood got visible on the tiny screen. Her eyes got huge in shock and quickly she looked to the ground.
Nothing, just a cold floor.
She bit her lip and turned back on the camera. Another drip of blood had joined his friend and the screen started to twitch slightly. 'O my god, what is wrong with this thing?!'
Slowly she started to zoom out. As before blood was leaking on the ground. In a flash she turned her camera to her right wrist. She gasped when she saw a gaping cut in her arm. Blood seeped out of the wound and she started to feel sick. She threw the camera on her bed and run her hand over the bare skin of her wrist.
Nothing, just her wrist.
'What the hell is happening?!' Panicked she peeked onto her bed and starred into the camera. "What is wrong with you?!" She whispered soft and got up. She leaned on the bed for some support and took her camera up.
With her heart beating in her throat she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She switched the lights on, took a deep breath and reached the camera up.
She could feel how her heart skipped a beat. "This is Dee." She whispered. "And I seemed to be bleeding to death."
She saw herself in her camera via the mirror. Her face was cut open, divers tin lines had been drawn in her face. Close to her eyes and around her mouth. Her skin seemed paler then normal, no wonder. She lifted her free arm up and focussed on the cuts and wounds.
She peeked over the edge of her camera onto the floor and wiggled with her toes. Then she lowered her camera and saw how her toes wiggled in a pool of blood.
"This is Dee." She whispered almost not audible. "And I seemed to be dead."
Slowly she turned her camera around, towards herself and looked into the lens. "But I'm still talking."
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I love to write freaky things. Haven't don that in a long time. I hope you don't mind I stole mister Rainey. He was just the perfect character, he's so cute when he freaks out. And I hope you don't think Dinah is something like a Mary Sue. I'm thrilled to have some feedback.
Nuky