Sunday, April 20, 2014

story number 2


I didn't want one post to be super long, so here is the second story I was talking about! =)

Enjoy!

                                                     Inner Tube
A man slips into a swimming pool unnoticed and moves towards a woman floating on an inner tube in the deep end. They were the only two in the pool and this was finally his chance. He had been watching her for weeks now and he was obsessed with her. So obsessed that he knew he had to kill her. His balcony overlooked the pool and every night she was there, sitting on her inner tube, a cigarette dangling from her hand, the ashes falling into the cool water. She was beautiful, no doubt, but that wasn’t what he noticed about her. He noticed her because she didn’t notice him. Every night he watched her, his own cigarette the only light on his balcony and she never saw him. She was oblivious to every thing around her, her main focus the water. He stopped swimming and just stared. He had never been this close to her before and he could smell her cigarette. He savored in that smell, realizing that they smoked the same brand. Maybe they could be friends. He shook his head violently, getting the thought out. No one was ever his friend. No one ever liked him and no one ever would, just like his dad had told him so many times when he was young.
The young girl suddenly gasps and he comes back from his thoughts about his childhood and sees that she finally actually notices him; he had taken too long.  “Oh… hello… I didn’t know anyone else enjoyed the pool as much as I did.” Her voice came out just like he thought it would, low and sultry. The kind of voice anyone would want to talk to.
“Oh… well maybe not as much as you, but I like a dip every now and then.” He smiles at her and she seems to cringe away from it. His smile falters. He had smiled too big and scared her. He had to be careful if he was still going to get his chance tonight.
“Well… it’s good to meet a neighbor finally. I have been here for a couple of weeks now and haven’t really met anyone yet. Work keeps me so busy that I normally…” She rattles on, sounding nervous. He realizes that he is still smiling. He loses the smile and continues to nod, though his thoughts are on how he is going to kill her and not what she is saying. He always wondered why people rambled when they were nervous. Maybe they thought to annoy the other person into leaving them alone. His thoughts went back to his dad. He knew his dad would be proud of him for this one. His dad was always proud when he brought a girl home, but this one… this one was beautiful. They were usually plain girls that no one noticed, just like no one noticed him, but now he was going to get a beauty. His dad told him he would never get a beautiful girl. This will show him. He came back to the present abruptly; she gave him a strange look and was starting to swim away. His smile must have returned.
“I… uh… I am just going to stay in the deep end over there. I won’t bother you with my talk anymore. Have a nice night.” That was her polite but hasty way in saying goodbye to him. He stayed where he was and watched her float away, the smoke creating a design in the sky. He swam in the opposite direction, making his way to the shallow end and keeping his distance, making her think she was safe. He knew they could never be friends. Someone like her would never be friends with someone like him. He turned around to watch her again but jumps when he sees she is gone. Even her inner tube is gone, no longer floating in the deep end. He hadn’t even heard her get out of the pool. He looks around but doesn’t see her anywhere, he doesn’t\’t even see the light from her cigarette. “Well… there goes my chance. I will have to wait for another night.” Since he was already there, he decides he may as well enjoy some time in the spa.
He steps into the spa, immediately enjoying the hot water. He submerges his whole body, the water covering everything up to his chin. The jets are on full blast and he forgets everything else around him. His mind starts to wander; back to the first girl he brought home to his dad. His dad had been so proud that he had wanted to continue the family business. “Look dad! My first girl!” He had found her wondering the street, lost, and he had offered to help. At that time, he had been able to better hide his smile and she had not suspected anything. He had brought her back to his house, offering his phone so she could call a cab. As she was on the phone, he had picked up the first tool he could find, a screwdriver. When she had turned around to ask him for his address, he had stabbed her in the eye. The red that came pouring out of her eye was gorgeous. So gorgeous that he had dreamed about it and knew he could never stop.
His reverie is so deep and the jets so loud that he doesn’t hear her walk up behind him. His focus is on his thoughts and the smile is back on his face. The smile remains even as the cold rubber of the deflated inner tube is placed around his neck. The smile remains as she slowly tightens the inner tube around his neck and starts to squeeze. The smile remains as the life slowly leaves him. He doesn’t even struggle and his last thought is, “Dad is going to be so disappointed.”
She keeps the inner tube tight for a long time, making sure it’s over.
“When you want to kill someone, you should really do it before they notice you.” She says to him out loud, her face in a grimace as she notices the smile on his face. “God you are creepy… but handsome… mom is going to be so proud of me when I bring you home…” 

Two new stories

I know, it has been a really long time since I have posted in both my blogs, but I have good reason.. I have started school again, and Andrew and I found out that I a pregnant! So things have been a bit crazy lately! But here are two new stories that I wrote for school.. so enjoy! I have finished a couple of books, so if I have time I will get to the book review one as well, but we will see what happens! =)

                                          My Worst Nightmare
“Have I ever told you what my worst nightmare is?” I looked at Jason, smiling. His blue eyes stared intensely at me, as if he wanted to concentrate on what I had to say. I waited for him to smile, knowing that this didn’t have to be that serious. I had always enjoyed his smile and the slow way it spread across his lips. He shook his head now as that smile appeared. This was date number three. I didn’t know if this topic was too deep for number three, but it has been on my mind lately and I wanted to tell someone. Jason was the perfect someone. He raised one of his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to go on.
“Well… “ I hesitated, realizing how silly this was going to sound to him. “… well…” The words came out all in a rush. “I have always been terrified that someone I don’t know is living in my house. That one day, I will be in the bathroom in the middle of the night, and I will see the shower curtain move and then a face will appear behind me. Or I will step down from my bed and a hand will grab my leg… or I will come home and all my stuff will be moved around, and I will just know that someone was there…” I trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Jason’s slow smile came back on. “That would be pretty scary.” I couldn’t tell if he was making fun of me or not, and I decided to assume that he was not. “Yeah… it would be… um anyways! How about we head to the movie now?” I wanted to get past that awkward moment and just move on to the next thing. He grabbed my hand and we got up from the bench in front of the theatre. “Yeah… I’ve been dying to see ‘Captain America’… let’s go!”
            The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about Jason; he had kissed me good night again and said that he would call me soon. I knew things were going well between us and I couldn’t wait to see where things went. I got home after work in a daze, wondering when he would call me and when I would get to see him again. I was so lost in my Jason thoughts, that it took me a few minutes to notice that my coffee table had moved. I stared at it, thinking that maybe I had moved it the night before. But no, I was with Jason the night before. Maybe in the morning? I thought hard, but couldn’t remember ever moving it or what reason I would have for moving it. I then realized that the bowl I had set on it that morning was missing. “That’s odd…” I walked to the kitchen and saw the bowl lying in the sink. “I don’t remember doing that at all…” I shrugged it off, thinking it was just me being ditzy again and didn’t think anything of it. Besides, Jason had just texted me so it was on to more important things!
            Two days later, I came home from a day with friends and noticed things were moved around again. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I saw a jacket I had thrown on the couch had been hung up. I also noticed my laptop wasn’t where it was supposed to be; I always left it in my room so that I could check my email before bed, but there it was on the coffee table. “Am I going crazy?” I wondered out loud. I walked to the bathroom, and once there noticed that things in the bathroom had been moved around as well. The tissue box was in the wrong spot and for some reason I found my brush in the medicine cabinet. “There is no way I am this lost in thought about Jason.” I told myself in the mirror. “Maybe I am… he is pretty wonderful…” I stared at myself, wondering what was happening, and then noticed the shower curtain moving in the mirror. I turned quickly around, but didn’t see any shadows in the shower. I looked intently at the shower, waiting for it to move again, terrified that it would, but nothing happened. I turned back around and walked rapidly out of the bathroom. “It was nothing…” I told myself, repeating it like a mantra all night. I slept with all the lights on that night.
            Before I could wake to the sound of my alarm the next morning, I was jerked awake at four in the morning by a sound from the living room. I sat up, and noticed right away that all the lights had been turned off and my bedroom door had been shut. I stared at that door, waiting for it to open and a serial killer to come in. I was too scared to get out of bed, one hundred percent sure that as soon as I put my foot down, it would be grabbed and I would be yanked under. I lay in my bed afraid to move or make a sound, knowing if I did then the killer outside would know I was up. Finally, after a good twenty minutes of nothing moving, myself included, I inched my foot over the edge of the bed. If someone were under the bed, they would see that and grab it. I waited another five minutes, my heart pounding so loud I was sure the neighbor could hear it. Nothing happened. I tentatively put my foot down and left it there, waiting for the grab. I felt something brush my leg and I yelped, yanking my foot back. Cautiously, I looked over the edge, ready to punch the killer in the face, but instead saw a spider walking calmly by. I glared at the spider, knowing that it had done that on purpose, but I was too scared to put my foot down again to kill it.
            Another twenty minutes went by with me not moving, waiting for something to happen. The darkness pressed in on me, as if taunting me, telling me to trust it, that nothing could possibly happen. And yet, I had gone to bed with the lights on, so I knew the darkness was lying to me. My urgent need to pee was the only thing that made me give in to the darkness. Slowly opening the bedroom door, I peered out waiting to see someone in the living room. “Maybe it was all a dream…” I took small, timid steps to the bathroom, hiding in the dark as best as I could, still afraid to make noise just in case. I made it to the bathroom without incident, pausing to look in the mirror to take deep breaths and calm myself down. “It was only a dream…” My new mantra. As I was chanting, I noticed the shower curtain moving again. I continued my chant, remembering how it was nothing the last time. The curtain kept moving. My voice become high pitched as the rings made gliding noises against the metal as the curtain was slowly pushed aside. I continued to stare in the mirror, “It’s just a dream… it’s just a dream…” my voice getting higher and higher as a figure came in to focus behind me.

“No… it’s your worst nightmare…” The last thing I remembered before I fainted was the slow smile spreading across Jason’s lips as he came towards me.