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OMG, two posts in one day!
Alright, so I started with those last two posts I put here that are part of my story, and I put them together and then started a conversation....I really didn't think it would go as long as it did, but I just started writing and all of a sudden I had two pages in Word and I was like, wtf. So, here it is. It's not on my website yet, but this will be chapter 7 of my story. So....here it is.
Timria laid on her back, staring out at the night from her bed. She felt alone tonight. She wasn't sure why she felt so bad....she was alone every night. But usually, there weren't such horrible images replaying in her head. And it wasn't just the images, it was the sounds, too. The gunshot, the scream, her father yelling...The small little body gracefully falling backwards until it hit the cement. Charlotte's voice....Timria kept seeing pieces of her dream since hearing it. The man, dropping to his knee and clutching his head, the blood seeping to black. None of it made any sense, and the emotions tied to everything she kept seeing and hearing washed over her, and she felt incredibly small. Something black was creeping from deep inside of her up to her eyes, and all of a sudden, Timria realized she was about to cry. She let herself go for a few minutes, not exactly sobbing, but crying hard. When she was done, she blew her nose, and then resumed looking out her window and realized it wasn't completely black outside any more, but lit with moonlight and faint starlight. Sniffling, she got out of bed, put her slippers on, and went to the study to find the phone and call Lanif. She didn't realize it, but it was the first time, she had someone she could reach out to.
Lanif was lying on the overstuffed chair of his living room. The apartment was sparsely decorated, but the furniture was comfortable, although old. Sometimes Lanif felt like all he had to remember his mother by was the furniture he sat on and some random objects still left in the apartment. Losing her had been like losing both parents, because ever since then, he rarely saw his father, who spent his time working and spending all his money on drinking. He would come home in the early morning, if he came home at all.
Charlotte had woken up about and hour after Timria had left. She left, saying she would see Lanif soon. He wasn’t sure how they would meet again, because they hadn’t arranged anything, but Charlotte seemed confident enough about it.
Lanif felt very confused about the past couple of days. Working with Timria on the science project had been fine, even though her dad was a little creepy. Watching the movie with her was enjoyable as well. Lanif didn’t understand why Timria didn’t have any friends, because she seemed like a very nice girl to him. And she wasn’t….ugly or fat or anything, either. She was fun to spend time with, and every time he saw her, Lanif felt the need to spend more time with her. Things with Timria were going fine, and Lanif figured they were going to become good friends. But then, there was the whole ordeal on the way to dinner. A little girl had gotten shot for apparently no reason, another man got shot, and then he saw Charlotte heal the man who had gotten shot. It seemed like something from a fantasy novel, definitely not from Lanif’s life. He reflected that his life wasn’t normal to begin with….most kids his age had at least one normal parent. But Lanif got by. He had a lot of friends that he did things with (even though they never came to his house…although no one ever asked why).
Tired of being so pensive, Lanif began to make his way to his bedroom to find his flannel pajama bottoms when the phone rang. A sick feeling rose in his stomach: Lanif’s friends only called his cellphone, so the only people who called on the regular phone were his dad’s “friends”. But when he said, “Hello?”, Lanif was pleasantly surprised to hear a voice he recognized: Timria’s.
“Hi....Lanif?”
“Yeah, is this Timria?”
“Yes it is....I’m sorry, I looked your phone number in the phonebook since I knew you address...is that okay that I called you?”
“Sure, that’s fine. Are you...okay?” Her voice sounded slightly off, as though she might have been crying.
“Well, not exactly. I’m a little weirded out, I guess, because of all this stuff that’s been happening.”
“Yeah, it’s weirding me out, too. Why are you upset, though? You sound like you’ve been crying.”
“....Yeah. Well, I was crying a little bit before I called you. Umm...well, after I came home from your house last night, my dad was on the couch waiting for me. And that was weird, because my dad never waits up for me....Then again I guess I’ve never been out late at night. Anyway, he had the note I had written, and he was really mad at me. He yelled at me for being out late, which was also really weird because he never yells at me – he never even talks to me. But it wasn’t that that upset me.....He said, “a little girl got shot tonight, and that could’ve been you!” And after he left, I was watching the news, and the announcer said that there’d been a shooting, but that the age and gender of the victim haven’t been released yet. So I was trying to figure out....how my dad would know that it was a little girl who had gotten shot. Because if the news didn’t know, he shouldn’t know, should he? I’m sorry, Lanif, I feel so stupid calling you like this, but I just felt like I had to talk to you....”
“Don’t feel stupid, Timria, I don’t mind at all. I’m glad you feel like you can talk to me....everyone needs someone they can talk to. That is....pretty weird about your dad, though. I can understand why it would upset you. Has he been acting weird lately?”
“No, not really. He and I never really talk to each other. Mostly because he’s never really home, and when he is, he’s usually in his home office. I spend most of my time in the study or in my bedroom, and he never goes in either of those rooms. Sometimes we’ll happen to run into each other in the kitchen or something, but we don’t exactly talk to each other.”
“I’m sorry, Timria.....Well, maybe it’s nothing, you know? Maybe he was just watching a different news station.”
“Yeah, I thought the same thing....but then I felt like I was just trying to come up with stuff so that I could make myself feel better.”
“Yeah...Maybe I was just trying to make you feel better, too. I don’t know what to tell you, Timria. I mean....I wouldn’t jump to conclusions. There are probably lots of reasons why he could know it was a little girl before the news did, so I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”
“Yeah....I’m just trying to forget about it, but it’s kind of hard, you know? And Charlotte was just plain...weird. I mean, she seems like a nice girl and whatever, but what did she do to that guy, anyway? And how? I don’t know....The last week has just been so bizarre. But it’s nice that I met you right before it all happened. At least now I have someone to talk to.” Lanif smiled and said,
“Yeah, well, I’m glad too, Timria. I mean, I have friends, but you seem a lot more....real to me than they do. So I’m glad that I have you to talk to, too.”
“Thank you, Lanif.” It sounded like she was smiling, too. “Well, I guess I’ll let you go...I’ll see you tomorrow in school, though. It was nice talking to you, Lanif.”
“Yeah it was. Alright, later then.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” Lanif hung up the phone, and his smile broadened thinking about seeing her tomorrow.
Timria laid on her back, staring out at the night from her bed. She felt alone tonight. She wasn't sure why she felt so bad....she was alone every night. But usually, there weren't such horrible images replaying in her head. And it wasn't just the images, it was the sounds, too. The gunshot, the scream, her father yelling...The small little body gracefully falling backwards until it hit the cement. Charlotte's voice....Timria kept seeing pieces of her dream since hearing it. The man, dropping to his knee and clutching his head, the blood seeping to black. None of it made any sense, and the emotions tied to everything she kept seeing and hearing washed over her, and she felt incredibly small. Something black was creeping from deep inside of her up to her eyes, and all of a sudden, Timria realized she was about to cry. She let herself go for a few minutes, not exactly sobbing, but crying hard. When she was done, she blew her nose, and then resumed looking out her window and realized it wasn't completely black outside any more, but lit with moonlight and faint starlight. Sniffling, she got out of bed, put her slippers on, and went to the study to find the phone and call Lanif. She didn't realize it, but it was the first time, she had someone she could reach out to.
Lanif was lying on the overstuffed chair of his living room. The apartment was sparsely decorated, but the furniture was comfortable, although old. Sometimes Lanif felt like all he had to remember his mother by was the furniture he sat on and some random objects still left in the apartment. Losing her had been like losing both parents, because ever since then, he rarely saw his father, who spent his time working and spending all his money on drinking. He would come home in the early morning, if he came home at all.
Charlotte had woken up about and hour after Timria had left. She left, saying she would see Lanif soon. He wasn’t sure how they would meet again, because they hadn’t arranged anything, but Charlotte seemed confident enough about it.
Lanif felt very confused about the past couple of days. Working with Timria on the science project had been fine, even though her dad was a little creepy. Watching the movie with her was enjoyable as well. Lanif didn’t understand why Timria didn’t have any friends, because she seemed like a very nice girl to him. And she wasn’t….ugly or fat or anything, either. She was fun to spend time with, and every time he saw her, Lanif felt the need to spend more time with her. Things with Timria were going fine, and Lanif figured they were going to become good friends. But then, there was the whole ordeal on the way to dinner. A little girl had gotten shot for apparently no reason, another man got shot, and then he saw Charlotte heal the man who had gotten shot. It seemed like something from a fantasy novel, definitely not from Lanif’s life. He reflected that his life wasn’t normal to begin with….most kids his age had at least one normal parent. But Lanif got by. He had a lot of friends that he did things with (even though they never came to his house…although no one ever asked why).
Tired of being so pensive, Lanif began to make his way to his bedroom to find his flannel pajama bottoms when the phone rang. A sick feeling rose in his stomach: Lanif’s friends only called his cellphone, so the only people who called on the regular phone were his dad’s “friends”. But when he said, “Hello?”, Lanif was pleasantly surprised to hear a voice he recognized: Timria’s.
“Hi....Lanif?”
“Yeah, is this Timria?”
“Yes it is....I’m sorry, I looked your phone number in the phonebook since I knew you address...is that okay that I called you?”
“Sure, that’s fine. Are you...okay?” Her voice sounded slightly off, as though she might have been crying.
“Well, not exactly. I’m a little weirded out, I guess, because of all this stuff that’s been happening.”
“Yeah, it’s weirding me out, too. Why are you upset, though? You sound like you’ve been crying.”
“....Yeah. Well, I was crying a little bit before I called you. Umm...well, after I came home from your house last night, my dad was on the couch waiting for me. And that was weird, because my dad never waits up for me....Then again I guess I’ve never been out late at night. Anyway, he had the note I had written, and he was really mad at me. He yelled at me for being out late, which was also really weird because he never yells at me – he never even talks to me. But it wasn’t that that upset me.....He said, “a little girl got shot tonight, and that could’ve been you!” And after he left, I was watching the news, and the announcer said that there’d been a shooting, but that the age and gender of the victim haven’t been released yet. So I was trying to figure out....how my dad would know that it was a little girl who had gotten shot. Because if the news didn’t know, he shouldn’t know, should he? I’m sorry, Lanif, I feel so stupid calling you like this, but I just felt like I had to talk to you....”
“Don’t feel stupid, Timria, I don’t mind at all. I’m glad you feel like you can talk to me....everyone needs someone they can talk to. That is....pretty weird about your dad, though. I can understand why it would upset you. Has he been acting weird lately?”
“No, not really. He and I never really talk to each other. Mostly because he’s never really home, and when he is, he’s usually in his home office. I spend most of my time in the study or in my bedroom, and he never goes in either of those rooms. Sometimes we’ll happen to run into each other in the kitchen or something, but we don’t exactly talk to each other.”
“I’m sorry, Timria.....Well, maybe it’s nothing, you know? Maybe he was just watching a different news station.”
“Yeah, I thought the same thing....but then I felt like I was just trying to come up with stuff so that I could make myself feel better.”
“Yeah...Maybe I was just trying to make you feel better, too. I don’t know what to tell you, Timria. I mean....I wouldn’t jump to conclusions. There are probably lots of reasons why he could know it was a little girl before the news did, so I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”
“Yeah....I’m just trying to forget about it, but it’s kind of hard, you know? And Charlotte was just plain...weird. I mean, she seems like a nice girl and whatever, but what did she do to that guy, anyway? And how? I don’t know....The last week has just been so bizarre. But it’s nice that I met you right before it all happened. At least now I have someone to talk to.” Lanif smiled and said,
“Yeah, well, I’m glad too, Timria. I mean, I have friends, but you seem a lot more....real to me than they do. So I’m glad that I have you to talk to, too.”
“Thank you, Lanif.” It sounded like she was smiling, too. “Well, I guess I’ll let you go...I’ll see you tomorrow in school, though. It was nice talking to you, Lanif.”
“Yeah it was. Alright, later then.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” Lanif hung up the phone, and his smile broadened thinking about seeing her tomorrow.