Inseriousity.
21-03-2008, 07:14 PM
This chapter is in the viewpoint of the victim. If you read Chapter 1, you'd notice how that was in the eyes of the stalker. I was hoping it'd give the story a bit more depth to have it as a duel narrative.
Chapter 2 – Drama Queen
“YOU ****!” Sarah shouted at me. I knew what this was about. How could it be anything different? She had found out about me and Josh. Her screaming insults at me was just the proof I needed to know that she knew. The simple matter of the situation is that I love him. There isn’t any more need for explaining but naturally, Sarah didn’t think like that.
It had all started when he had come up to me a fortnight ago. He started talking to me. At the time, I only knew him as Sarah’s boyfriend. Sarah was one of my friends and I knew she had suspected him of cheating. She asked me if I’d go and be friendly with him and find out. I didn’t need to though because he approached me and started being friendly.
“You have lovely eyes,” the first thing he said to me. I looked at him, bewildered. Was he flirting with me? Sarah had got to know about this but I couldn’t tell her. I wanted to know what else he thought about me. The next day, the first thing he said was, “You’ve got a lovely smile as well.” Smiling at him, his warm smile melted my heart instantly. I had to keep cool though. He was, after all, Sarah’s boyfriend and I couldn’t betray her. “You know, most people normally say hello first,” I said, coldly and I stormed off, secretly smiling.
It was a week from the fight that he finally asked me out. “I’ll think about it,” I replied. I was in a tricky situation. I had fallen in love with him and despite my cold replies to everything he said, he still came up to me and showered me with compliments and gifts. I couldn’t betray Sarah though. It was unfair and she’d never done that to me. She knew what morals were. I was in love though and you can’t stop love, can you?
That was the excuse I used for the next couple of days as I wandered around the back of the building to share secret kisses with Josh. There was a spark between us and there was nothing that could stop that. It was only a matter of time when she found out and it eventually lead to a public fight. “BREAK IT UP!” and Sarah stopped. We both recognised the voice. Josh had come to save me like the knight he was.
“I love Sammy,” he eventually said and I switched off at that point to daydream about the fun times we had spent together. How had it led to me being on the grass, being beat up by my friend? Of course, I should have seen it coming. I had stolen her boyfriend no matter how many times I tried to defend myself that it was love. What a lame excuse to ruin a friendship!
Coming away from my thoughts, I saw Josh walking towards me. He held out his hand and I picked myself up. “Josh, I need to talk to you… in private.” I said straight away. I had to get out of this mess. I shouldn’t have started an affair in the first place. It was a stupid mistake. Josh seemed to have understood where this was going and he took me round to the back of the school building where we shared our secret kisses. This made it harder.
“Josh, we need to break up. We can’t go on like this. We’ll end up the gossip of school and for once, it isn’t about my car or my hair!” Josh looked at me in bewilderment. He knew that it was coming but it seemed to have shocked him all the same. “I’m sorry but it was a stupid mistake anyway and if we continue with it, it’s going to ruin everything I earned at school. It’s hard to get popular here, y’know!”
“I love you,” was all he could say and he kissed me passionately on the lips. It was from then that I knew that I couldn’t end it. All of our love seemed to be in this kiss and breaking up with him would be a bigger mistake than going out with him when I knew he wasn’t single. “You gonna stay with me?” he smiled, knowing that the kiss had changed my mind. I nodded.
So our relationship continued. For the next couple of weeks, we were happy, holding hands and kissing in public (our secret was out now. There was no point in the secret kissing place). Sarah cried whenever she saw us but life moves on. I expect she’ll end up getting a new boyfriend eventually. “He’s only after one thing,” she’d say and it upset me. She could be right.
“You’ve been acting weird all day,” Josh said. Ever since Sarah had said that to me, my protective mind had gone into overdrive. What if she was right? Would I be getting my hopes up? Would this story have a happy ending? Happy endings were only for fairy tales. Sarah’s attitude proves that. “Sarah says you’re only after one thing,” I blurted out quickly. Josh looked straight into my eyes. I could feel my heart pumping against my ribs.
“How could you believe that?!” he suddenly shouted. It wasn’t the reply I had in mind. What happened to the comforting Josh? The Josh that should have told me that everything was going to be perfect and that Sarah was only jealous. The bubble had gone. “You’ve been acting like a… like a…. DRAMA QUEEN all day over something that Sarah said? I’ve been worried all day because you’ve been acting distant and it’s all because of something that Sarah said!”
“I’m sorry. I’m just being stupid… you’re right. Acting like a drama queen. I know you love me. I shouldn’t have doubted it and if you did want to do that…” I muttered, trailing off from a desperate cry into a small whisper. “I didn’t catch that last part,” Josh said, a small smile on his face. “I said that if you did want to do that…”
“I don’t. I love you and I don’t just want you for sex, Sam. I can’t believe you even had doubts. I’d wait forever.” A smile shone on my face. The comforting Josh I liked. Everyone loses their temper once in a while. There was no harm done. He just cares, that’s all.
“I’m going to the toilets,” he said. “They don’t allow smoking on the campus. Wanna come?” I shook my head. I didn’t fancy smoking in a dingy smelly place such as the toilets. I didn’t really fancy smoking at all, to be honest. It always seemed like a waste of money to me and money is what buys me a car. My parents are rich people and they give me most of my money. Dad paid for my new car while Mum paid for my driving tests and the lessons. I wanted to go to a public college because I hated the snobby people I used to hang around with. They didn’t see everyone as human. They were servants to them. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, some were nice but before you knew it, the minds of the majority had brainwashed them.
I was consumed in my thoughts that it was a while before I realised that I’d need to go as well. Walking past the boy’s bathroom, I heard a scream. It was a high-pitched girlish scream so you can imagine my surprise when a boy dashed out of the toilets, pale as a sheet and trying to speak words that wouldn’t come out. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my distance.
“Mu…mu…mur…murder!” he spluttered but on the last word, my heart froze. Murder?? In a school? It seemed an unlikely place for a murder. He might just have been over-reacting. Someone probably slipped on a puddle on the floor and knocked themselves out. My curiousity got the better of me. Who was it? “MURDER IN THE BOY’S TOILETS!” the boy suddenly burst out as though he had wanted to scream it to the rooftops. He seemed to have got over the shock of it all.
Doors banged open. Bang, bang, bang! Teachers stumbled out of the room, confused. “Everyone back in their classrooms. It’s just a practical joke!” a teacher shouted, trying to grab the attention of her class but she failed. Everyone had piled near the boy’s toilets yet no-one dared go in. Was the teacher right? Could it all have been a practical joke? It wasn’t a really funny one.
“Go in then,” shrieked a girl. “We can’t go in! We’re girls!” The seconds stretched into minutes. “This is RIDICULOUS!” the teacher shouted. “As I was saying, it’s probably just a practica-”
“Why don’t you go in then, Miss Ryder?” a cheeky boy shouted. There was murmurs of agreement between the students piled up in the corridor. “Fine,” Miss Ryder said and she stormed through the crowd to the door and walked inside.
“What’s taking her so long?” said the same cheeky boy but his smile had faded. Miss Ryder had been in the toilets for five minutes. Could she have slipped too? Or maybe there was a body and she couldn’t bring herself to come out? “Oh, we’re never going to get any answers this way!” I shouted and as I was near the door, I opened it too.
Lights from the bathroom flickered on and off. Wet toilet paper had been slapped onto the ceiling above. Occasionally, one dropped off onto the floor below. It was as I watched one splash onto the floor that I saw Miss Ryder. She was sitting in a corner of the toilets, rocking backwards and forwards, as if she had just watched a scary movie. “Call the police,” she croaked. Her voice had lost the control she had outside the toilets.
“Don’t be silly, Miss Ryder. If there’s a body, we need an ambulance. Someone probably just slipped over and knocked themselves out,” I said, trying to take control. She wasn’t thinking straight. “No… just the police. It’s to-too late.” A wall must have been covering the body. One look around the wall and I’d be able to see it. Who was it?
It took all the courage I could muster to look behind that wall. It seemed to change colours from blue to green. Was I just going crazy? Crazy at the thought of going any further? Edging closer, I peered over. A small look couldn’t hurt me. There was nothing there. I heaved myself around the wall. What was Miss Ryder talking about? Was she involved in a scary practical joke on me? She was a good actress. She should teach Drama.
There was nothing there. No bloodied body, nothing. I turned to walk back out and froze. A high-pitched loud scream filled my ears. I wish it would just go quiet but I realised that it was my scream. It was my scream that made my classmates barge through the door. They looked at Miss Ryder in the corner and gulped. This was definitely no practical joke.
Propped up in the corner was… Josh. His blue eyes didn’t sparkle anymore and the smile that normally lit up his face had vanished to be replaced by a look of fear. It just made it all worse. There was a stab wound in his stomach but it was the writing on the wall that made me emotional. ‘Look,’ it said in big red letters. It wasn’t paint. It was blood. “I’m looking now, darling,” I croaked, walking forward to kiss his cold lips…
Chapter 2 – Drama Queen
“YOU ****!” Sarah shouted at me. I knew what this was about. How could it be anything different? She had found out about me and Josh. Her screaming insults at me was just the proof I needed to know that she knew. The simple matter of the situation is that I love him. There isn’t any more need for explaining but naturally, Sarah didn’t think like that.
It had all started when he had come up to me a fortnight ago. He started talking to me. At the time, I only knew him as Sarah’s boyfriend. Sarah was one of my friends and I knew she had suspected him of cheating. She asked me if I’d go and be friendly with him and find out. I didn’t need to though because he approached me and started being friendly.
“You have lovely eyes,” the first thing he said to me. I looked at him, bewildered. Was he flirting with me? Sarah had got to know about this but I couldn’t tell her. I wanted to know what else he thought about me. The next day, the first thing he said was, “You’ve got a lovely smile as well.” Smiling at him, his warm smile melted my heart instantly. I had to keep cool though. He was, after all, Sarah’s boyfriend and I couldn’t betray her. “You know, most people normally say hello first,” I said, coldly and I stormed off, secretly smiling.
It was a week from the fight that he finally asked me out. “I’ll think about it,” I replied. I was in a tricky situation. I had fallen in love with him and despite my cold replies to everything he said, he still came up to me and showered me with compliments and gifts. I couldn’t betray Sarah though. It was unfair and she’d never done that to me. She knew what morals were. I was in love though and you can’t stop love, can you?
That was the excuse I used for the next couple of days as I wandered around the back of the building to share secret kisses with Josh. There was a spark between us and there was nothing that could stop that. It was only a matter of time when she found out and it eventually lead to a public fight. “BREAK IT UP!” and Sarah stopped. We both recognised the voice. Josh had come to save me like the knight he was.
“I love Sammy,” he eventually said and I switched off at that point to daydream about the fun times we had spent together. How had it led to me being on the grass, being beat up by my friend? Of course, I should have seen it coming. I had stolen her boyfriend no matter how many times I tried to defend myself that it was love. What a lame excuse to ruin a friendship!
Coming away from my thoughts, I saw Josh walking towards me. He held out his hand and I picked myself up. “Josh, I need to talk to you… in private.” I said straight away. I had to get out of this mess. I shouldn’t have started an affair in the first place. It was a stupid mistake. Josh seemed to have understood where this was going and he took me round to the back of the school building where we shared our secret kisses. This made it harder.
“Josh, we need to break up. We can’t go on like this. We’ll end up the gossip of school and for once, it isn’t about my car or my hair!” Josh looked at me in bewilderment. He knew that it was coming but it seemed to have shocked him all the same. “I’m sorry but it was a stupid mistake anyway and if we continue with it, it’s going to ruin everything I earned at school. It’s hard to get popular here, y’know!”
“I love you,” was all he could say and he kissed me passionately on the lips. It was from then that I knew that I couldn’t end it. All of our love seemed to be in this kiss and breaking up with him would be a bigger mistake than going out with him when I knew he wasn’t single. “You gonna stay with me?” he smiled, knowing that the kiss had changed my mind. I nodded.
So our relationship continued. For the next couple of weeks, we were happy, holding hands and kissing in public (our secret was out now. There was no point in the secret kissing place). Sarah cried whenever she saw us but life moves on. I expect she’ll end up getting a new boyfriend eventually. “He’s only after one thing,” she’d say and it upset me. She could be right.
“You’ve been acting weird all day,” Josh said. Ever since Sarah had said that to me, my protective mind had gone into overdrive. What if she was right? Would I be getting my hopes up? Would this story have a happy ending? Happy endings were only for fairy tales. Sarah’s attitude proves that. “Sarah says you’re only after one thing,” I blurted out quickly. Josh looked straight into my eyes. I could feel my heart pumping against my ribs.
“How could you believe that?!” he suddenly shouted. It wasn’t the reply I had in mind. What happened to the comforting Josh? The Josh that should have told me that everything was going to be perfect and that Sarah was only jealous. The bubble had gone. “You’ve been acting like a… like a…. DRAMA QUEEN all day over something that Sarah said? I’ve been worried all day because you’ve been acting distant and it’s all because of something that Sarah said!”
“I’m sorry. I’m just being stupid… you’re right. Acting like a drama queen. I know you love me. I shouldn’t have doubted it and if you did want to do that…” I muttered, trailing off from a desperate cry into a small whisper. “I didn’t catch that last part,” Josh said, a small smile on his face. “I said that if you did want to do that…”
“I don’t. I love you and I don’t just want you for sex, Sam. I can’t believe you even had doubts. I’d wait forever.” A smile shone on my face. The comforting Josh I liked. Everyone loses their temper once in a while. There was no harm done. He just cares, that’s all.
“I’m going to the toilets,” he said. “They don’t allow smoking on the campus. Wanna come?” I shook my head. I didn’t fancy smoking in a dingy smelly place such as the toilets. I didn’t really fancy smoking at all, to be honest. It always seemed like a waste of money to me and money is what buys me a car. My parents are rich people and they give me most of my money. Dad paid for my new car while Mum paid for my driving tests and the lessons. I wanted to go to a public college because I hated the snobby people I used to hang around with. They didn’t see everyone as human. They were servants to them. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, some were nice but before you knew it, the minds of the majority had brainwashed them.
I was consumed in my thoughts that it was a while before I realised that I’d need to go as well. Walking past the boy’s bathroom, I heard a scream. It was a high-pitched girlish scream so you can imagine my surprise when a boy dashed out of the toilets, pale as a sheet and trying to speak words that wouldn’t come out. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my distance.
“Mu…mu…mur…murder!” he spluttered but on the last word, my heart froze. Murder?? In a school? It seemed an unlikely place for a murder. He might just have been over-reacting. Someone probably slipped on a puddle on the floor and knocked themselves out. My curiousity got the better of me. Who was it? “MURDER IN THE BOY’S TOILETS!” the boy suddenly burst out as though he had wanted to scream it to the rooftops. He seemed to have got over the shock of it all.
Doors banged open. Bang, bang, bang! Teachers stumbled out of the room, confused. “Everyone back in their classrooms. It’s just a practical joke!” a teacher shouted, trying to grab the attention of her class but she failed. Everyone had piled near the boy’s toilets yet no-one dared go in. Was the teacher right? Could it all have been a practical joke? It wasn’t a really funny one.
“Go in then,” shrieked a girl. “We can’t go in! We’re girls!” The seconds stretched into minutes. “This is RIDICULOUS!” the teacher shouted. “As I was saying, it’s probably just a practica-”
“Why don’t you go in then, Miss Ryder?” a cheeky boy shouted. There was murmurs of agreement between the students piled up in the corridor. “Fine,” Miss Ryder said and she stormed through the crowd to the door and walked inside.
“What’s taking her so long?” said the same cheeky boy but his smile had faded. Miss Ryder had been in the toilets for five minutes. Could she have slipped too? Or maybe there was a body and she couldn’t bring herself to come out? “Oh, we’re never going to get any answers this way!” I shouted and as I was near the door, I opened it too.
Lights from the bathroom flickered on and off. Wet toilet paper had been slapped onto the ceiling above. Occasionally, one dropped off onto the floor below. It was as I watched one splash onto the floor that I saw Miss Ryder. She was sitting in a corner of the toilets, rocking backwards and forwards, as if she had just watched a scary movie. “Call the police,” she croaked. Her voice had lost the control she had outside the toilets.
“Don’t be silly, Miss Ryder. If there’s a body, we need an ambulance. Someone probably just slipped over and knocked themselves out,” I said, trying to take control. She wasn’t thinking straight. “No… just the police. It’s to-too late.” A wall must have been covering the body. One look around the wall and I’d be able to see it. Who was it?
It took all the courage I could muster to look behind that wall. It seemed to change colours from blue to green. Was I just going crazy? Crazy at the thought of going any further? Edging closer, I peered over. A small look couldn’t hurt me. There was nothing there. I heaved myself around the wall. What was Miss Ryder talking about? Was she involved in a scary practical joke on me? She was a good actress. She should teach Drama.
There was nothing there. No bloodied body, nothing. I turned to walk back out and froze. A high-pitched loud scream filled my ears. I wish it would just go quiet but I realised that it was my scream. It was my scream that made my classmates barge through the door. They looked at Miss Ryder in the corner and gulped. This was definitely no practical joke.
Propped up in the corner was… Josh. His blue eyes didn’t sparkle anymore and the smile that normally lit up his face had vanished to be replaced by a look of fear. It just made it all worse. There was a stab wound in his stomach but it was the writing on the wall that made me emotional. ‘Look,’ it said in big red letters. It wasn’t paint. It was blood. “I’m looking now, darling,” I croaked, walking forward to kiss his cold lips…