I have been jumping back and forth in this story. So, in this chapter we will actually be hearing from James and another character in the present! (Throws confetti) I think this was suppose to be after chapter 40. I can't believe this story started off as a simple challenge and then became, well I'm not sure what to call it anymore. This has made the Sims so much more enjoyable for me though. Enough rambling!
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With an exasperated sigh I started writing. I wasn’t sure how in the end this was going to help or not drive me to insanity. I wasn’t sure I hadn’t reached that point anyways. The board was almost jammed-packed with information spilling out. It seemed like so little, but yet it was so much. It was the clues to finding him, and trying to figure out who the heck I was. Who was I? A foolish girl falling for a broken boy. I closed my eyes. No, it was never going to happen. I wasn’t stupid, I knew when someone was going to try to destroy me. The guilty looks, the half-smiles, and the reason. The reason was always good. “In the end we all get crushed by it.” I started laughing and quickly glanced around to see if anyone heard me.
I took a quick look at the information I had just written. Of course none of it made sense. I knew I was insane or at least I felt like I was. Does that count for something? I quickly started erasing, but then noticed an orange hair. I shook my head silently and thought nothing of it.
I sighed and ended up putting up my head in my hands. With a quick flip of my phone I called James.
He was never this late or was he? I kept twitching and fiddling. I was starting to despise myself though a little thought inside my head had told me I had despised myself longer than I thought. I cleared my thoughts. “My name is Raven and I am-”
“Hi.”
I didn’t have time for even a simple answer back before there were beautiful flowers in my face. They were the most beautiful thing I had seen. Must have cost him a fortune. He must be feeling really bad about what was going to happen to me. In the end I suppose he was a good guy making a bad decision. I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen it was just always there. I guess you don’t know what I mean by that do you? I guess I could tell people's fear, he didn’t want to disappoint Gwen but seemed to always. I wanted to tell him I think she thought he was doing good and to stop beating himself up about it. He was crazy if he thought I would walk into his trap, though so was I.
I couldn’t help but blush when he twirled me around and kissed me. I got all flustered. I wasn’t sure why though. It wasn’t part of my plan. Love is such a broad term for such little things and I was determined to never waste such a word.
James paused his eyes widening. I finally got the courage to ask him what was bothering him. His simple answer was,”I just-you looked like someone. I don’t know who though.” Fine, he can figure that out while I tried to figure out who the heck I was. I mean that quite literally.Who were my parents? I was tired of fighting. I just wanted to forget my past and look forward to the future.
It seemed like the right choice, wasn’t it? I could stop living in fear, thrashing around in my sleep over dreams that haunted me. I didn’t want to anymore. Maybe I did have a choice after all. If I could just put the past all behind me then maybe he could too. I decided to forget the unmistakable horrors that haunted my every move and just danced along to the music, mesmerized by it.
He almost dropped me once, but that was about it. It was perfect, glorious, unimaginably great. What other words could I use to express it? Maybe I do have a flair for drama, but I hope it will pass. I want to stay out of the spotlight for as long as I can.
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I felt extremely guilty. I was turning into my father, even though he never speaks of his past. He never speaks to me anymore. It seems after my only friend’s death he lost his temper for the moment. Good, I want him to stay away from me as far as possible. I stared at the tickets and smiled. After graduation I was getting out of here as quickly as possible. Not that I didn’t have any help from Charlie Labelle himself. He is a good person. I guess he was the only one not corrupted by the Labelles hunger for power. All the sudden she was there looking like she had seen all the evil the world had to offer. Maybe she had.
I did my best to comfort her, but she was inconsolable. It dawned on me that I could have turned on her right then and there, but I pushed the thought away. No. Since my father was gone with that neon-hair traitor, Ben. I ended up letting her stay at my house. I slept on the couch thinking that was something people were suppose to do if they had guests. Not that I knew. I had lived with him and these people who barged into my life. They didn’t get to count.
I had a feeling something bad was going on and I was in the middle of it.
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The eyes of the dead were staring back at me. Vivian’s, John’s it was strange. At least I thought they were dead. I didn’t know them. I didn’t want to. I wanted to blame them, for all that happened to me. I couldn’t though. It was my fault. I was sure I was hallucinating, but I still put on those stupid glasses anyways. If I had to see those eyes again I would screech.
Once I got “home” I stared at the whiteboard and stared. It finally all made sense to me and I was about to hurl the stupid eraser at the whiteboard.
I started laughing an uncontrollably sound so eerie I sure I was in a horror movie. I was going through hundreds, perhaps thousands of memories at that very moment. The laughter just seemed to get louder and louder. Then before I knew it turned into screaming. I sound full of so much sorrow I didn't know how I was still alive. I couldn't feel it at all though it seemed I was far away. Running from the threat. I acted like a robot for the following hours, not feeling, not reacting. If the whole ordeal wasn't so terrible I wouldn't have reacted to
her.
"She's here!" I starting laughing again.
"Gwen Labelle, what have you done?"
"Maybe you should ask that question to someone who is well, sane."
She sighed before angrily screaming at me.
'You seem to be the only one around here who has a moral compass. Probably because of that boy."
"Mmhh, yeah I'm such a good person."
"No one said that darling."
"Thanks." I stared at her again how her voice seemed to be a silent promise for power, death, vengeance. Something I had wanted so badly, but now seemed so childish. Some people just need to learn how to grow up. Her unworldly eyes held millions of questions though, what had happened to her that made her the unworldly thing that was standing above me today?
"You will still have to pay the price even though you broke the deal."
"The deal is invalid."
"You broke it and now you will have to pay the price."
"What price?"
The creature started laughing.
"The worst thing that could happen for you, and you don't even know it. You should never let your fears take you over, you should become them. Overtake them instead."
"I have already become the thing I have dreaded."
It started laughing once again."You have no idea." Then with a wisp of her hand she was gone in spiraling bits of power.
Leaving me with all my questions still on my lips. It didn't matter though. At the moment I was numb, I was in denial.
One look at my new curly neon hair, made me want to burst into tears.
At that moment of my life I made a decision. I would clean my life up and never put James in my life again. If it happened without my doing then so be it. I took a quick glance at my hair and instantly bile rises in my throat.
My life was in ruins or perhaps it had always been like that. I was pretty sure I wasn't sane. My life was a nightmare and I was the main diversion.