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Nano Wrimo, my style
Alright, here's the deal. Nano Wrimo is not possible for me, but my two friends in the Writing Interest Group here in my dorm are doing it. So, my goal is to get stuff written. I'm not using the Lanif/Timria/etc. story because that story's like, my baby. So instead, I'm revisiting a short story I wrote over the summer and expanding it like, x100. So, I'm reposting it here. This story won't be like the last one. There will be no going back. I'm reposting the stuff from before here, too, so you can all come along for the ride if you'd like. Let's just all hope I keep driving, ;)
“Goodbye, Lanie” Lanie typed “wait” but before she could hit enter, Jimmy had signed off. The entire conversation was worrisome, but the last word in particular had Lanie scared. Jimmy always ended their conversations by saying, “Good night, Lanie.” It would probably seem trivial to anyone else, but Lanie and Jimmy had been talking online for years and parts of their conversations were expected. They had even had a conversation about saying “good night” – it wasn’t as final as goodbye, and when someone said “good night” it sounded like you would talk to them the next day. Lanie rested her head on her hands, staring at the monitor and trying to figure out what she could possibly do. Jimmy had been very despondent tonight. Usually Lanie could cheer him up, but tonight she felt like she'd had absolutely no effect on him. The light of the computer illuminated her face and she pressed her fingers against her mouth, rocking back and forth slightly. Finally, she realized that all she could do was go to bed. Lanie was only 15, so she didn’t have a driver’s license and it was 1:00 in the morning, so she couldn’t leave on her bike without waking up her parents. But he could die, said a fearful voice. Oh shut up, how would he die? Lanie pondered picking up the phone and calling Jimmy, but that would surely wake up his parents and require quite a bit of explaining.
Under normal circumstances, Lanie would have had difficulty falling asleep but her conversation with Jimmy had taken a toll on her. Exhausted, she drifted into dreams of her best friend – laughing, joking, teasing. Crying, curled up on his bed, typing dismal messages to her in the dark, tears rolling down his face.
Lanie woke up feeling awful but for a few moments, she couldn’t remember why. She recognized her fear and then remembered her conversation with Jimmy. Her clock told her it was 9:04 am. Jimmy’s parents were at work. Lanie picked up the phone and dialed his number. Ring, well it is only 9:00, maybe he’s not even awake yet....Ring...okay, he must have heard that one...Ring...come on, Jimmy, pick up the phone...Ring...Jesus, pick up the damn phone...Hello, this is Jimmy. We’re not able to come to the phone right now, so please leave your name and a message and we’ll call you back. Have a nice day! Lanie set the phone down. A sick feeling was starting to rise up in her throat. God, he probably just didn’t hear the phone, chill out. She put clothes on, pulled her bike out of the garage, and raced to Jimmy’s house.
She tried to explain what Jimmy could be doing while pedaling, telling herself all the places he could have gone and giving reasons for the way he had acted last night. Finally she reached his house. She ran to the door and pounded on it, trying to catch her breath. She listened, but could hear no one approaching the door. She pounded again, shouting,
“Jimmy! Come on, open the door!” There was no answer. Lanie opened the screen door and knocked on the wooden door. Without hesitation, she opened the door and walked in the house. “Jimmy?” She walked slowly, not bothering to remove her sandals. All the curtains and blinds were closed, so despite the bright sun outside, it was dark and gloomy in the house. Lanie found Jimmy’s closed bedroom door and knocked once again. God, why didn't I call last night? I'm so stupid. Why the hell would I be scared of his parents? I could have saved him... “Jimmy, I know you have to be awake in there! Now come on and let me in!” There was no answer, so Lanie turned the knob and swung the door open. She heard her breath escape her mouth in a way that sounded like relief – there was Jimmy, curled up under the covers of his bed – the sheets slowly rising and falling with his breath. See? she told herself, he’s fine, you made a big deal out of nothing and now everything’s fine. But then Lanie noticed some spots of red on the pure white of the sheets. “Jimmy!” She pulled the sheets off of him and felt extremely sick at the sight of thin layers of blood caked inside of his bed. The underside of his forearms were lacerated and his eyes were screwed shut, refusing to open. Lanie faltered, her mind screaming this isn’t real, this is a dream, Jimmy’s fine, this is a dream this is a dream it’s a lie this isn’t my life! A raspy hiss escaped Jimmy’s mouth, and Lanie leaned closer, saying, “What, Jimmy?”
“Lanie...” he said in recognition. He held up his arms, showing her his self-mutilation. “...the devil made me do it.”
Lanie stared at Jimmy in disbelief, grimacing at the sight he was forcing her to look at.
"Jimmy....why did you do this? Why would you hurt yourself like this? You know you can talk to me, don't you? I would have come over last night."
"He...he came, or she, I don't know....whispering in my head, telling me the truth, and all the reasons I have to hate myself..." He lowered his arms back to the bed, wincing as they touched the soft sheets.
"Jimmy! What are you talking about...? There's no reason for you to hate yourself. And...what do you mean 'whispering in your head?' Are you hearing voices?"
"I don't know, Lanie....I don't know anything..." Jimmy closed his eyes again, turning over and pressing his face down into the pillow.
Lanie chewed her lip, trying to decide what to do. Jimmy's arms didn't look life-threatening, but they certainly couldn't be left to bleed...
"Jimmy, do you want me to call an ambulence?"
"No. No....please, don't tell anyone, Lanie. I don't want to explain this to my parents, I don't want anyone to know..." His voice was muffled from the pillow.
"Alright...well, come on, then. We need to get this cleaned up and then we'll talk. Get up and come show me where you guys keep your first aid kit." She left the bedroom and shortly after, Jimmy followed her.
Lanie used hydrogen peroxide and Q-tips to clean Jimmy's cuts. She used band-aids on the small cuts and wrapped the longer ones in bandages. Jimmy put on a long-sleeved t-shirt.
"How are we going to get it off my sheets?" asked Jimmy.
"Just take them off the bed and we'll put them under cold water. It'll come out."
"...How would cold water take out blood?" Lanie blushed.
"Just trust me, Jimmy, alright? Girls know these things." Jimmy conceded and once everything was cleaned and dry again, it was almost time for lunch. "Let's just go somewhere for lunch. I want to get out of this house," said Lanie.
"Yeah, me too," said Jimmy.
They both rode their bikes to a nearby bagel store, and sat down on stools facing the window.
“Goodbye, Lanie” Lanie typed “wait” but before she could hit enter, Jimmy had signed off. The entire conversation was worrisome, but the last word in particular had Lanie scared. Jimmy always ended their conversations by saying, “Good night, Lanie.” It would probably seem trivial to anyone else, but Lanie and Jimmy had been talking online for years and parts of their conversations were expected. They had even had a conversation about saying “good night” – it wasn’t as final as goodbye, and when someone said “good night” it sounded like you would talk to them the next day. Lanie rested her head on her hands, staring at the monitor and trying to figure out what she could possibly do. Jimmy had been very despondent tonight. Usually Lanie could cheer him up, but tonight she felt like she'd had absolutely no effect on him. The light of the computer illuminated her face and she pressed her fingers against her mouth, rocking back and forth slightly. Finally, she realized that all she could do was go to bed. Lanie was only 15, so she didn’t have a driver’s license and it was 1:00 in the morning, so she couldn’t leave on her bike without waking up her parents. But he could die, said a fearful voice. Oh shut up, how would he die? Lanie pondered picking up the phone and calling Jimmy, but that would surely wake up his parents and require quite a bit of explaining.
Under normal circumstances, Lanie would have had difficulty falling asleep but her conversation with Jimmy had taken a toll on her. Exhausted, she drifted into dreams of her best friend – laughing, joking, teasing. Crying, curled up on his bed, typing dismal messages to her in the dark, tears rolling down his face.
Lanie woke up feeling awful but for a few moments, she couldn’t remember why. She recognized her fear and then remembered her conversation with Jimmy. Her clock told her it was 9:04 am. Jimmy’s parents were at work. Lanie picked up the phone and dialed his number. Ring, well it is only 9:00, maybe he’s not even awake yet....Ring...okay, he must have heard that one...Ring...come on, Jimmy, pick up the phone...Ring...Jesus, pick up the damn phone...Hello, this is Jimmy. We’re not able to come to the phone right now, so please leave your name and a message and we’ll call you back. Have a nice day! Lanie set the phone down. A sick feeling was starting to rise up in her throat. God, he probably just didn’t hear the phone, chill out. She put clothes on, pulled her bike out of the garage, and raced to Jimmy’s house.
She tried to explain what Jimmy could be doing while pedaling, telling herself all the places he could have gone and giving reasons for the way he had acted last night. Finally she reached his house. She ran to the door and pounded on it, trying to catch her breath. She listened, but could hear no one approaching the door. She pounded again, shouting,
“Jimmy! Come on, open the door!” There was no answer. Lanie opened the screen door and knocked on the wooden door. Without hesitation, she opened the door and walked in the house. “Jimmy?” She walked slowly, not bothering to remove her sandals. All the curtains and blinds were closed, so despite the bright sun outside, it was dark and gloomy in the house. Lanie found Jimmy’s closed bedroom door and knocked once again. God, why didn't I call last night? I'm so stupid. Why the hell would I be scared of his parents? I could have saved him... “Jimmy, I know you have to be awake in there! Now come on and let me in!” There was no answer, so Lanie turned the knob and swung the door open. She heard her breath escape her mouth in a way that sounded like relief – there was Jimmy, curled up under the covers of his bed – the sheets slowly rising and falling with his breath. See? she told herself, he’s fine, you made a big deal out of nothing and now everything’s fine. But then Lanie noticed some spots of red on the pure white of the sheets. “Jimmy!” She pulled the sheets off of him and felt extremely sick at the sight of thin layers of blood caked inside of his bed. The underside of his forearms were lacerated and his eyes were screwed shut, refusing to open. Lanie faltered, her mind screaming this isn’t real, this is a dream, Jimmy’s fine, this is a dream this is a dream it’s a lie this isn’t my life! A raspy hiss escaped Jimmy’s mouth, and Lanie leaned closer, saying, “What, Jimmy?”
“Lanie...” he said in recognition. He held up his arms, showing her his self-mutilation. “...the devil made me do it.”
Lanie stared at Jimmy in disbelief, grimacing at the sight he was forcing her to look at.
"Jimmy....why did you do this? Why would you hurt yourself like this? You know you can talk to me, don't you? I would have come over last night."
"He...he came, or she, I don't know....whispering in my head, telling me the truth, and all the reasons I have to hate myself..." He lowered his arms back to the bed, wincing as they touched the soft sheets.
"Jimmy! What are you talking about...? There's no reason for you to hate yourself. And...what do you mean 'whispering in your head?' Are you hearing voices?"
"I don't know, Lanie....I don't know anything..." Jimmy closed his eyes again, turning over and pressing his face down into the pillow.
Lanie chewed her lip, trying to decide what to do. Jimmy's arms didn't look life-threatening, but they certainly couldn't be left to bleed...
"Jimmy, do you want me to call an ambulence?"
"No. No....please, don't tell anyone, Lanie. I don't want to explain this to my parents, I don't want anyone to know..." His voice was muffled from the pillow.
"Alright...well, come on, then. We need to get this cleaned up and then we'll talk. Get up and come show me where you guys keep your first aid kit." She left the bedroom and shortly after, Jimmy followed her.
Lanie used hydrogen peroxide and Q-tips to clean Jimmy's cuts. She used band-aids on the small cuts and wrapped the longer ones in bandages. Jimmy put on a long-sleeved t-shirt.
"How are we going to get it off my sheets?" asked Jimmy.
"Just take them off the bed and we'll put them under cold water. It'll come out."
"...How would cold water take out blood?" Lanie blushed.
"Just trust me, Jimmy, alright? Girls know these things." Jimmy conceded and once everything was cleaned and dry again, it was almost time for lunch. "Let's just go somewhere for lunch. I want to get out of this house," said Lanie.
"Yeah, me too," said Jimmy.
They both rode their bikes to a nearby bagel store, and sat down on stools facing the window.
Whore
I like reading your stuff because of the weird ways you use descriptions.
Thanks whore and of course as always: HAVE A NICE DAY! >)
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