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Subchapter #2... i guess... |
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This is the second "subchapter" in the short story I 'm writing... If you didn't catch the first, check the last journal entry.
As always If you have any suggestions, comments, or questions, just post a comment and I'lll try to answer it.
*note: this is a short story, and I'm going to try different points of view, so just tell me how you like it. i am doing this, and will change it like 4 times, because I'm trying to give more of a personal affect to the characters.
I hope you enjoy it.
Subchapter 2
All I could think to do was to comply with his odd notion to eat. It was a choice between instant death and a prolonged life; but for how many more minutes would he allow me to live?
We headed into my kitchen, or I should say he lead me by gunpoint. When he arrived, he told me to check the refridgerator and tell him what was in it to eat. While I went to check the refridgerator, he calmly sat at my table, pointing his gun at me... completely relaxed.
"Well, what do you have?" He demanded.
"Uh... uh..." I said with fear in my voice. "I have leftover pizza.... um... ingrdients for sandwiches... milk.... sour cream... and um... bagels."
"Hmm, that's it?" He said mockingly. "Well, I guess you'll have a turkey, cheese, lettuce, and mayonaisse sandwich, but no mustard, because you get heartburns if you eat it. As for me, I'll have a ham and turkey sandwich with mustard..."
"i don't have ham," I interrupted. "bu... but i do ha... have balogna," I said through tears.
"No ham, eh? Well i guess I'll have balogna on my sandwich, and we'll both have a glass of milk." He gestured.
I started to prepare the sandwiches. it was the worst torture I believe anyone could go through, having to make your own last meal at gunpoint. I was terrified, my only hope was to try to make him feel our love again.
"Re...re.. remember when we first met?" i said as calmly as a dying person could. "We were at work, and it was my first day."
"Yes, i remember it well," he said in a memoir-like tone. "You were very reluctant to speak with me; at that time, you didn't talk with anyone, and you hated relationships of any kind, but it was your attitude that made me love you. I love that fightful spirit in you."
"If you love me, then why are oyu going to kill me?!" I demanded. "Please snap out of it, remember all the times we shared!" I continued. "You said you loved me, did you lie to me too?!"
"I did not lie about loving you!" he growled. " And it's because of all the times like the fair, and the movies, and the park that I'll almost regret doing this!"
I finished the sandwiches, and poured the glasses of milk with my tears welling. I set both the plates on my table and sat down. He immediatly started to eat, but I could not find the will to.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Did i forget to say grace?"
"N..no, I just don't feel like it." I said in anger.
"Well, I offered you something to eat, but if you don't want one, I can't force you to eat it." He said in a simple tone.
 haruki_jitsunin · Fri Jul 01, 2005 @ 06:43am · 0 Comments |
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