Prompt: A boy who just lost his job, girlfriend, and home is now sitting on the pavement... Carry on!
One car. Two cars. No cars.
Oh no, there's another car, with the presence of a driver who had just flicked his impeccable rude finger at me.
The amount of care I had that split-second was null. 'Why did this happen to me?', floats in my fiddling mind every passing car.
I had a decent retail job, a girlfriend who thought I was her everything, and a humble abode which fulfilled my leisure desires and as to not be so obvious, my natural male tendencies in bed. How did I end up sitting on a wet pavement, having delightful people throw humiliation in my face? How could anything more worst happen at this point?
Out of all the many things that have gone wrong in the last couple of days so far, she was the one, however, that had surprised me the most. It had happened before I even lost the apartment. Before I even got fired from that damn skimpy clothing store.
She never gave me a reason, which I think is what is inflicting all this force in my mental mind to come up with this logic of what could have made her not want me anymore. She was all I could think about, as my eyes followed the bustling crowd of people who had just left the building across me. Maybe I was keeping some unrealistic glint of hope that maybe I would see her again, even though I know that she would be taking some philosophy lecture right now ... so why did I cross the road?
I thought I had seen her. I had such pathetic confidence in the thought that I knew every part of her face. It looked exactly like her, deep blue eyes, dirty blonde hair. I felt that God had everything planned for me in that moment, as I had run onto that road, she was far from my reach. And ever more so as when I had reached halfway to figuring out the cause of all of this, my heart had stopped beating, and my eyes drifting to a blurred face of a distraught woman.
I felt a wave of force collide against me as my body flew into the air, landing onto the ground with a heavy thwack. The worst had happened.
*This is my first writer's post sort of. I don't have much confidence in my writing skills so I'm sorry if it sounds somewhat amateur ;u; hope you guys find it interesting though and it was actually inspired by a viewer's comment on one of my videos. This short takes place when Travis is looking for Jen in S3 Ep 9 and Ep 10. As it is an AU the events that occur here do not relate at all to the main story line. I very well might consider making a couple of chapters for this, but we'll just see how that goes. Anywho, I hope you enjoy and feedback is welcome!
I tried knocking on the door once more. Even though it had only been a few seconds, I had already assumed that no one was going to come answer it. It seemed no one was at home and the only thing I could do was walk away, but somewhere deep in my conscious there was a voice telling me to try knocking once more.
I didn’t need to though. As I took a step back I had noticed that there was a small gap. The door was left unlocked.
"Why is that?" I wondered. I guess it was just a habit. No one really came to this beach anyway, let alone know about it. Or maybe Jamie was out on a short trip to town and would be back soon. I had thought about waiting but I’d never been a patient person plus I felt like there was a strong urgency to find Jen. I felt there was something I needed to tell her or maybe something she needed to tell me.
After a short pause of hesitation, I opened the door slowly and walked into the house. I closed the door behind me and only cold silence filled the air.
"Jen?" I called out. I surprised myself a little after being in the silence for so long.
There was no response. Then I thought about the possibility of her actually being here. I had been convinced that Jamie was probably out so why would Jen be here in the first place? Maybe Jen was watching over the house while she’s gone, I thought.
My thought process was becoming jumbled though. There was a horrid smell but from the cold numbness of my face and blocked nose, it was hard to actually make it out. But as I walked further, the scent was becoming stronger. I really needed to find Jen.
"Jen—"
My voice cracked. I could no longer feel the cold. My body was heating up while my mind remained in a blank state and uncontrollably, rivers of tears started flowing from my eyes.
The smell was blood.
I remembered why I had to find Jen. I wanted to tell her that I love her, deep down I probably wanted to hear her say the same thing but that was no longer possible.
Jen was lying on the floor. She looked like she was just sleeping and there was a look of innocence on her face that would have brought back memories and nostalgia. But there was blood on the floor. A lot of blood and at that moment that was the only thing I could see.
I stumbled towards her and fell to the ground, half of my pants already covered from the seeping blood.
"J-Jen—" I couldn’t even say her name.
My state of shock dissipated, I was now panicking.
“Jen!”
I cupped her face, shook her, desperately trying to find a hint of life. Finally, I brought my head to her chest, trying to hear a pulse. I received a confused response as I had heard something but was convinced that it was only just my own throbbing pulse. Apart from that, I heard nothing.
I quickly sat up to check again if Jen was now awake. Maybe her and Jamie are just playing a late Halloween’s joke on me, I had really hoped. There was still no sign of life and it became clear to me as soon as I stood up. She had been stabbed and she was bleeding to death.
"Never thought I’d see you,again,"
I froze in place. I knew that voice. A strong feeling of regret overcame me.
As I slowly turned around I had saw the face that I had secretly been hating ever since the start of junior year but this time, my hatred for it had grown even more intense.
On the other side of the room stood Lance Coleman. The man who had been deemed dead from a suicide car accident. I stared at him but there was no shock or surprise, my mind had already gone pass that. I was now looking at him with fury.
I wanted to kill him.
"She said she didn’t want to leave me,"
His words stabbed me in the chest. Betrayal hurt me more than anything and from his face he could see that.
His eyes looked over Jen’s body, “… and I didn’t want her to leave.”
My head was now throbbing uncontrollably. My heart was beating so fast. Regret was weighing down on me like I was being pulled down into hell. “I should have known,” raced through my mind. “I should have known.”
Lance was walking towards me, his hands were clean but clutched in his hand was a bloody knife. I didn’t move, the room around me started to blur and Lance’s every movement became slow-motion. I couldn’t feel anything, I was too overwhelmed to feel scared.
When I looked over my shoulder to see Jen, the feeling of wrath returned and I had quickly swerved to see Lance. His posture and face remained calm but when I took another glance at the knife, I finally opened to the horror that was in front of me. As Lance raised his knife, all my anger had overtaken my body. All I could think about was Jen.
In one jump I attacked Lance and we both fell hard to the ground as his knife slid across the floor. Something in me was so tempted to grab it and do what I had promised 4 months ago but I didn’t.
I wanted to punish him with my bare hands.
I hit him and hit him, even though he was struggling, somehow he was still able to retain his calm expression and it pissed the hell out of me even more. We were both covered in Jen’s blood and a rising feeling of sickness sat at the bottom of my throat. But all I could think about was Jen.
He started to struggle less, while my punches became even harder and soon he stopped reacting. As I attempted my last hits, his face was like a bobble head to touch. I had cracked his skull.
I had killed him.
The door swung open and there stood Jamie. For a second I had blamed her for all of this but I was hating myself the most. She started crying and it had triggered my tears to come back and like her she could see that there was some feeling of betrayal and hurt in my eyes. I had thought that she would be looking at me with horror and disgust but instead her face was filled with pity and sorrow. It just made me hate myself even more.
I stood up and ran towards the door where Jamie jumped and flew her body against the wall. I could still feel her staring at me as I stumbled down the front stairs and fell onto the wet sand.
I ran.
I ran fast.
The sand underneath my feet felt like it was gripping me and the rain was hitting harder than ever.
I didn’t know where I was going but I didn’t look back. My legs felt weak and I felt my face harden from the cold. I kept running but all I could think about was Jen.
setokono, decorating each others heads with flowers \w/
How do I write this
"Stay still Konoha!" Seto struggled keeping the android in one place, gently weaving small flowers into his ponytail.
The other was on the brink of falling asleep, for the fifth time of the day, as his head began to loll around in presence of the nice feeling of Seto's fingers tugging at his hair.
"Seto are you finished yet?" He whined just wanting to fall asleep, throwing his head back to look directly into tawny eyes.
Irritated, the raven-haired male shook his head,"No! I still have several mo-" he was cut off by the albino pulling his head down and crashing his lips against Seto's.
Pulling away, he got up and brushed off his pants walking back to his room, leaving a confused and flushed seto in the dust.
