Friday, November 30, 2012

Amazing

This is you writing :p
November´s been a great month reading-wise.
Today that is the last day of November, I want to celebrate my favorite current reading, LTMT, getting an extra 50,000+ words!

Yay! I feel happy that my friend got to make the challenge, I know it wasn´t easy, but she made it and she made it beautifully, she´s shown -even more- how creative and talented she is -and also that she sticks to her words like the main characters in the story.

I´m amazed, I´m proud -and I´m smiling.

Saku, thank you for letting me be part of this story -as your reader and your n°1blogger stalker lol
As I´m posting this, less than 100 words are missing, my friend will be completing the challenge and making more words. I knew you could make it! Congrats again! --please make another month writing moth!! hehe

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Nature

I really like that pinkish tone in the middle of the sky

just the texture of a rock -I like textures

humble flower, you gotta look under if you want to see it

reminded me of what Nichole -DL- likes to see

on a parking lot, the nicest parking lot I´ve seen

a barely visible rainbow on a cloudy morning

same rainbow ...I altered the lighting in this one a little

Double Life: As good as you


***A/N: that tittle... I´m not sure about it, it might change... oh, also! yay! finally an update!***

A group of boys and girls passed next to her, they were probably coming out the library. In the weeks they had tests the library was open until later so students used it for study groups. They were walking swiftly, they still had curfew, the girls were walking one direction, the boys the opposite. Nichole wasn´t walking fast, she was walking away from the path where pools of light were interrupted by dots of shadow on the pavement. Through the corner of her eyes she saw a figure coming her way, a guy walking slowly, his eyes casted down, one hand holding the strap of his backpack hanging from his shoulder, he hadn’t seen that they were going to collide with the other, he seemed very focused in his feet, he was still wearing his uniform. She stopped altogether to avoid them crashing against the other, he noticed and looked up.
“Umm… hi” he cleared his throat, she started to walk again “umm…” he started and she slightly turned her head to see him “I´m sorry” the guy seemed shy
“It´s ok” she was about to start walking again
“Err… Nichole…” when she heard her name she turned again with her eyebrows lifted “I, umm, we´re in the art club together…” he immediately furrowed his eyebrows as if that wasn´t what he intended to say.
“I know… you´re a good musician” her tone lacked emotion, he looked up and smiled despite that, she started to walk again
“I can walk you to your room” he offered but it ended up sounding like a question. She furrowed her eyebrows without turning around, only her face was slightly turned to the direction where he was.
“Curfew time” she looked at him and touched her wrist watch, it was as if he didn´t know
“Ah…yeah” he said but didn´t make a move
“Goodbye”
“Will you go?” he rushed to say
“Where?”  She knew what he meant to ask but it seemed he got chocked the more she talked. He opened his mouth to talk as she stared into his eyes with tilted head, he looked slightly away “Josh didn´t tell you?” the corners of her mouth shot up a little, not enough for him to notice though.
“I have to go”
“Ah, yes, I´m sorry” it was the longest and clearer thing the guy had said “Good night” it started to rain
“You too” she replied with slight knitted eyebrows, she started to walk away swiftly. She heard the guy grumbled and cursed under his breath then she heard his steps walking away. She knew the guy, he´d asked her one time to join in his table and she´d caught him watching her as she painted but he had always looked away but this time the guy had barely looked at her, he had immediately turned away. Had he wanted to ask questions too? She wondered if that was why he was interested in Josh telling her to go with the kids from the art club to their trip, one more reason not to go she thought, she´d been walking in the middle of the trees where there was no light to the back of her building and up to her room, she quickly changed, it was cold. She watched out her window until it got foggy from the cold rain, she went under her covers and closed her eyes to sleep.

Nichole was staring up at the white old ceiling on her bedroom, she was still on her bed, the rain hadn´t ceased, at moments it was light, almost gone and at others it was hard and it drowned every other sound.
One of her dreams had woken her up but it was already the morning so it meant she´d slept most of the night, she sighed contented, even despite what her dream had been, she sat up on her bed and took one of the books on her nightstand, she read for a while but it was impossible for her to be in her room with Mary Ibsen´s journal inside her drawer. Nic hadn´t read it since last time but something told her she´d find out more there, it was both a comforting and a disturbing feeling so she put the book back and went into the shower, got dressed, wore a coat, her bag, a smaller one than the one she took to classes and headed out, it was early for a Saturday so the hallways were empty, she went down the stairs where she found Val walking up “good morning” Nichole quietly greeted.
“Gotten up early, huh?” was the reply she got, she kept walking down; out the glass doors the rain had gone light again, this time Nichole decided to walk on the path instead of through the orchard on the grass as she always did. She was wearing her boots but it seemed to be a good courtesy to Mike, she was going to the Art Club room, no need to leave mud footprints there.

“You could have used the door” Mike said when she entered through the window
“I like this window” she hadn´t expected the teacher to be there but she´d never gone to the classroom that early in the morning on a Saturday
“I can see that” he smiled. She walked to her workspace and put her bag on the floor. As she was taking out paint and brushes from the cabinets, someone opened the door.
“I´m sorry I´m late!” a voice apologized
“You´re not late, Jonah” Mike smiled, the boy noticed Nichole
“Hello” he greeted his hand up, she nodded towards him. She was regretting coming to the art club room.
“Did you practice?” Mike asked the boy who was still standing in the doorway with a small case in his hands, he looked somehow shocked
“Yeah” he muttered as he walked in. He settled near a drawing table, opened the case and took out the violin in it.
“Great!  You´ll give Nic a taste of the end of the course music concert –Mike said to Jonah and then looked at Nichole- you don´t mind, Nic?”
“If you don´t mind me painting while I listen” she looked at Mike first for a moment and then at Jonah
“Fine by me” Mike replied, the boy smiled and nodded once. She finished preparing her work area as he started to play, in the beginning it was pieces and bits of a song, but then it changed to some kind of a solo and then both Mike and Jonah started to play together, it was a beautiful classical melody, she stopped painting altogether and tilted her head to listen to the melody. She closed her eyes until the music stopped.

“What do you think?” Mike asked when they finished the first melody
“It was beautiful” she complimented, the teacher bowed his head a little
“Told you, you´d learn it soon, kiddo” Mike patted Jonah´s back “this one here is for music as good as you are for painting and drawing” he continued with a smile, Nichole looked at the boy who seemed embarrassed, he blinked rapidly as he tried to figure out what to say, luckily for him someone knocked on the door. Mike went to get it; it was some other teacher with a message.
“Need to go. I´ll be back. Play something else for Nichole, she´ll grade you for this practice” he chuckled and left. Nichole had gone back to her canvas.

“Err… What would you like to hear?” he asked after a minute
“Whatever you want to play is fine”
He started to play “Secrets” by OneRepublic, he was really good at it. She was painting a small boat on a lake with big mountains covered with fog on the background.
“How come you’ve never played the violin in the club time?” she asked when he finished, she didn’t take her eyes away from her painting, her voice was soft but lacking of emotion, she was genuinely interesting in knowing this.
“I was no good, I didn´t want to screw it, not when all of you were so focused on your work” he spoke as if he was talking to himself
“You learned to play the guitar in club time… and to sing as well”
“I…” he blinked quickly
“Who told you, you were bad at it?” she glanced his way as she dipped her paintbrush in white painting, his eyes were wide open “no need to answer that” she looked at him, he smiled a little nervous smile
“I´ve tried to be on the End of the Year Musical presentation for a few years… but even if I am ok at this –he motioned towards his violin- I´m not able to be with the music club because I couldn´t keep up with their ability… -she raised her eyebrows- that´s what they said”
“Could you?”
“Mike says I could”
“Do you think you could?”
“I guess… their reasoning is not bad… we don´t practice as hard in here as they do in the Music Club…”
“Join the music club then”
“I really don´t want to leave this club… sometimes over there, they´re like robots, only living to practice” he frowned
“You could keep up with them, rigorous practice is not that needed if you have talent” she was painting a cloud as she said so
“Thank you” he said after a minute, she shrugged. “Would you like to hear more?” a smile could be heard in his voice, she nodded once. As he started to play more she stopped painting again to turn on her stool to where he was, with her eyes she followed the movements of his hands, his curls danced when the music was faster but his eyes were set on the strings of the instrument. In the last note of the song he looked up and found her eyes on him and a tiny smile on her lips, she looked calm.

He stopped and put his violin on one of the drawing tables near him, she went back to her painting. Nichole heard him walk to her, she pretended not to notice, and he stopped a couple of steps away from her and cleared his throat. She glanced his way.
“I know it´s a couple of weeks away… but... here...” he handed her a rectangular purple shiny box with a matching ribbon. She looked at it and then to him without taking it “Happy birthday” he smiled, she seemed to gasp but he wasn´t sure, it had been very quick.
She heard voices coming, familiar voices she knew were coming to the art club room. The room was at the end of the hall, the voices had just turned the corner after the stairs. She took the shiny box carefully with her left hand, she undid the ribbon and opened the box, inside, there was some paper and under it there was a pair of midnight blue gloves. She looked up at him for a moment and he seemed to hunch a little.
“Thank you” she wore the gloves, she hadn´t wore any gloves that morning, only a bandage, she hadn´t expected to find anyone there so early in the morning, so she was grateful for the gloves, she closed the box just as the doors were opened.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Josh Arlington


This guy is Steve Moakler some singer, I was listening to one of his songs on Youtube, when I saw this pix on one of the lyrics videos it inmediately made me think of Josh. Does Josh looks like this? I´m not sure hahaha what?? shouldn´t I know?? I should but this is somehow like I see him but not completely, I´m not sure how to explain it, maybe it´s the expression of this man in this pix and his clothes too, maybe, his messy hair too perhaps though I don´t know if Josh has curls mmm but even if this is similar to what I think for Josh, he doesn´t remind me of Aaron but they´re twins so... I just don´t know haha

Cross

found in Deviandart -liked it a lot


The cold fire of pain is consuming her again
She´s screaming inside, no one hears her voice
she doesn´t want to be heard
why to spread the hate
There´s no need to torment another spirit
She´s slowly and painfully walking behind the coffin of her dead soul, 
alone with a parade of demons following her.

She´s pinching the living´s eyes
as she feels a kiss on her bare shoulder followed by an I love you
Hate
she´s become a demon
angling a dagger at her veins
angels just can't die, miracles are supposed to bring joy
she wishes she was resting under ground

Poetry bleeds out of her
one more day, one more night, another sleepless night
not today... excuses to stay
The cross is too heavy on her shoulders
there´s no Simon of Cyrene to help
thin paper makes up her chains
small letters sealed her fate

Outside the mask she´s got it all
she´s dying without leaving
a walking dead who´s heart´s still beating
The parade advances leaving widowers of dead dreams 
she´s killing it all as she glances to a side...
a life sentence for a crime she never commited

****
how´s this for a poem? last night it was a huge rant in a sleepless night... how sad... at least now I guess I could call it art -right

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Jealousy? me?

There´s someone that I care for a lot, a lot... At some point this one person and I became friends and we were close -I hope we still are as close as before- it´s been periods of time with no talk at all... at times it seems that we have nothing to say anymore but it´s not true, at least my mind, as always, is boiling with tons of thoughts that my mouth just can´t form in spoken words and somtimes that´s extended to my fingers... I can´t even write anymore and to say a simple "hello" or a more meaningful "I´ve missed you a lot"...

At times I see a few conversations... geez I must be some kinda stalker... yeah, I´ve read that someone´s wall on fb and conversations that are not mine... I have thoughts on it and I could just jump into them and I don´t think this one person would kick me out of it but I just can´t... there´s something that stops me... the thing is that I just feel hurt when I see this, a dear person for me being so familiar with other people, people that by any means is bad people, they´re good people, but I want  it too. I feel a bit childish for that and that just adds to that weird inability of mine to say things. I have tons of things to say but I just wonder "what if this person doesn´t care? is this or that thought too silly?" and so on... what is wrong with me? words -at least written- used to be so easy for me ... ok, I know, I´m just shy and though I care, talking first is not an easy thing to do even if I know I´m cared for... Things should be easy and I shouldn´t feel ignore or less close to my friend because I still care and my friend must still care... if not at least a little for sake of memories...

Am I jealous??! I cringed at the idea of that and the first time I was asked that about this particular topic my answer was a big NO NO but I was and I am but it is awfully hard to admit specially for someone who claims that doesn´t like people, for someone that claims she´s cold and heartless -oh, there´s still some heart there... I guess I´m jealous and it´s weird to admit, I´m only saying it this time and I would never, ever, ever post this one thing...

but...

I want to show some other very important friend that...

she is not alone...

there´s this other nutty -oh, my I love that, sounds so much like a candy :) - that feels the same way even if she -I´m talking of myself ok? (just don´t stare at me)- seems to be a bit absent at times or less caring... that´s just what life does to her but

ok, I´m making this too long... I ramble too much...so let´s cut to the chase

my point is, it´s ok to feel hurt and like this, it´s a bit crazy but even that is part of who we are and it shows that we care and it doesn´t mean we can´t change it... a simple hi might look scary for someone like us...
but you see, I´m taking a first step, a huge one because I´m opening my mind/soul here telling something I just wouldn´t admit...

did it make sense what I wanted to do? probably not... I´m no good at these things -sigh-
oh well, I tried
it´s the thought that counts

you see, once again, I´m feeling very shy about this and I have to try and make myself feel that it´s ok, that it doesn´t matter

oh, well
I´ll just stop now

Monday, November 19, 2012

Cold Morning

cool pix that I don´t own

A cold morning
I look for you
you´re not around
I miss your warm arms
As I fainted
I heard a drum: 
my beating heart
and my soul went to yours, 
the music of your heart
I lost consciousness with a smile
the night was dark and cold
I dreamed of you
the sun´s out
I want to run back to my dream

Saturday, November 17, 2012

spinning

you´re never there
you´re never anywhere
I keep repeating myself
living in a house of mirrors
where the clock never moves
when you fall
you enter into my house
that you know as the back of your hand
expecting me to welcome you with open arms
my arms are opened
but the feel of you there has faded
and you´re just a distant memory
you pull me to you but you just don´t feel me
where do you want to go?
you scatter my thoughts
just as I start grasping meaning
you leave again not even saying goodbye
the carousel keeps spinning
my eyes are still searching for you
but you´re not there
you were never there
it was only the mirrors´ shimmering

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

I´m scared

I´m scared and the tears have made a pool of my eyes and I can´t cry, I have to go to work tomorrow, I can´t afford having ugly eyes for everyone to stared at me more than what they already do without it. I see myself in the mirror and there´s a tear that went out of my eyes and down my cheek, I don´t want to cry and my brains reminds me that tears are a way to realise some chemicals that are in our brains that makes us sad or so said some scientist according to the book I´m reading, "The Cry; a philosophical, antropological, biological and historical study" I just asked my boss to lend it to me to see if I could do something about crying....or not crying... I also remember that people with severe depression is unable to cry, so me crying can´t be completely bad from that point of view... but in any way I see it, it still doesn´t feel good. Tears have been overproduced by my eyes because I¨m scared -and because I´m a human, humans are the only animals that can produce tears because of feelings as a psichological manifestation and not just a biological one- and I´m scared because I have my dreaded doctor´s appointment this Thursday. It´s not much of an appointment, well it is, but just to get tested... my doctor sent me to the Oncology hospital.... I´m just getting a test, if I was sent there it must mean she suspected I might have....but this is just a test and it doesn´t mean it´s true or that it´ll be possitive but I don´t know if I´m more afraid of it being possitive or of it being negative because that will mean they still don´t know what´s wrong with me after so many months, after so much pain and I just can´t pray... and I just can´t tell this all, who would I tell? my family? they´ll be crushed if they knew how I really felt and I can´t pray because I don´t know what to say, I´ve asked for the pain to go away, it´s still there, for the pills to work, the pain´s still there, for the doctors to find out what it is...so far they've say I´ll b like this forever because this might be something I was born with  and the pain will be there and they can´t tell when it´ll end. I don´t want to pray for the test to be negative because that´ll mean I don´t know what it is or more accurate, it´ll mean that maybe the other doctor was right and I´ll feel like this untill the day I die but I can´t stop being afraid of it being possitive not because I might die, I really don´t mind that at all but because I know my loved ones won´t let me go easily.
I can´t keep going like this, I´m cranky and sad and mad and scared all the time and I can´t help but to notice how everybody stares at me when I walk into places, who wouldn´t look at a person with crutches and no cast? and even worst as young as I look? and at work people steal glance I know they must be wondering how it´s been so long and even some comment about it, it hurts me so much, I´ve lived every second of it.

my happy pills are gone, the ones that are supposed to make me feel better in the head... they must´ve helped, I look pretty normal, I do everything I´m supposed to do...I even smile and laugh for real at times... I see the baby and feel a great love inside but then it´s just me and the pain and the fear and the hopelesness. I was taught to believe that God is always by my side no matter the circumstance and I believe but it´s so very hard to believe when I feel abandonned or maybe even forgotten and I remember how it´s said that when you feel most alone... well, it´s not like that, God is there but how to feel ok and comforted by that when I feel this way? and I´ve felt that He isn´t anwering my prayers before, when our family was destroyed but back then I had my mother and my brother, we could lean on the other because each one of us understood, I´m in this alone and ofc I don´t want them to feel this way, I rather have than to see someone of the ones I love with it, but it leaves me ....

I told my boss I was going to b late on Thursday because of that appointment, the way she saw me....I could have started to cry right there just for that...

I´m scared and it´s a stupid feeling, we only developed it through evolution as a way to survive, this fear won´t help me to survive but it plots together with the pain to hinder my life. I´m not sure what I´m most afraid of... the test being possitive or negative.

Behind the Mask



Did I go back to pretending?
Innocence and pureness brought me a small smile
I´m still crumbling inside
boiling questions burn my mind
never ending pain pierce my days and nights
Futile threats of going away
hang from invisible wires everywhere
restless, tired, crushed... I wonder when will it end?
shades invade my universe, since when light went away?
I´m living a never ending dark night
and I can´t sleep, I can´t rest,
the night´s gotten longer and longer skipping the light of day
to make a huge fabric of death
in which I don´t die, just dream of it again and again
the sun isn´t rising, the hailstorm is not ending
the flowers are dying, and everything´s drained of life
even me, behind a mask of a smile
where am I?

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Double Life: Like the Forest




“Fries?” Josh asked on the cafeteria line, she nodded “I´ll treat you” he pointed to the food on her tray.
“No, thanks, I´ll pay for mine”
“Nichole…”
“Hurry up, Josh, we have a line behind us” she said grabbing a dessert. He paid for his food and the fries.

When they were about to sit on a table in a more or less quiet space, Josh´s phone rang and he wrinkled his nose when he saw the caller ID.
“Yeah?” he answered “I was busy” he continued sounding annoyed. “What is it, Aaron?” he heard what his twin had to say. “No way! I’m not helping you. I´ll give you my notes but that´s it! I warned you that if you didn´t have your notes complete I wouldn´t help you” he heard some more of his twin’s arguments “I´m eating so leave me alone” he hung up

Joshua told Nichole what the call had been about even if she didn´t ask. She didn´t really commented on it but he didn´t mind her silence, it didn´t mean she didn´t listen just that she didn´t seem to be good with spoken words.
“Hey, the guys of the art club invited us to go with them to town this weekend. Wanna go?” he smiled, she took a fry from the plate they had in the middle of the table, both of them were eating of it.
“Invited us?” she raised an eyebrow
“Yeah” he smiled and shook his head
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it´s just the girls really want you to go” he chuckled
“Then I´m not going”
“You were going to go?”
“I don´t know” she said honestly
“You don’t like the girls?”
“They’re ok, they´re great artists. Maya´s really good in abstract art and Jill´s good at animation”
“Then?”
“If they´re hoping that I go it can only mean they have something in mind that I won´t like –Josh raised his eyebrows questioning, he had never seen Nichole and the girls talking unless it was necessary but Nic seemed to know them well- I´ve been in the art club for a while now and so have they” she explained
“I thought you were either distracted or focused in only one thing but you notice things”
“Wow! What a compliment you´re giving me, I´m either distracted or self-centered” she bowed her head slightly
“No. No, no! –he motioned his hands no- that´s not what I meant…”
“I notice things” she interrupted him and smiled a small smile
“Thank you” he said relieved placing his hand over Nichole´s on top of the table.

“Hey! What are you guys doing?” Nichole heard a voice coming from behind her; she removed her hand from under Josh´s and took some more fries
“We´re eating”
“Here take my notes” Josh pushed his notebook and book to his twin that was sitting next to Nichole, in front of him. She moved away a little.
“Come on, Josh, just give me the summarized version” Aaron asked reaching for the fries in the middle of the table. Nichole moved them away before he could take any
“I thought these were to shared” he pouted
“Not with you” Josh took a few of the fries
“Ah, so it’s a lovey-dovey thing that you do?”
“Are you jealous?” Nichole was immune to his words, Josh chuckled.
“You´re not with this guy” Aaron said with confidence
“Go get yours” his twin said
“Why are you mad?! It´s just fries. I can pay for the plate”
“I´m eating and you come asking me for a summarized version of my notes? Where are yours?”
“Come, it´s not like I´m asking a hard thing to do, besides that way you’ll study double, so it´s a good thing”

“How are your bruises?” Nichole asked Aaron turning to look at him; he just had a light purple color by now
“They´re ok” he said taking the notes from his twin
“In what trouble you got into this time?” Josh said sternly
“No trouble I was just practicing box with the club…” Aaron lied
“You´re lying but I´m not going to ask since we´re not expelled yet”
“I´m not getting you expelled” Aaron hurried to say
“Doesn´t seem like you often remember that” Joshua pointed to his twin´s face
“I´m not getting you expelled” he said almost solemnly
“Ok, you better study then, ´cause I don’t want that people confused me with a flunking guy” he smirked
“I´ve always gotten higher scores than you”
“Only in math-related stuff”
“Still, I don´t copy and do better” Aaron was smug
“Ok, give me back my notes then”
“I´m taking them” he got up before Josh could take them from him
“Do you know what happened to him” Josh asked Nic once his twin was out of sight. She knitted her eyebrows “you knew about his bruises” he said thinking her knitted eyebrows meant she couldn´t have known
“Didn´t you see them?”
“Until I paid closer attention to his face”
“And you call me distracted”
“Ah, so you pay close attention to my twin´s face?”
“He´s easy on the eye” she smirked, his eyes widened a little
“Well, thank you…”
“For?”
“We have the same face”
“Naah, he´s easy on the eyes… a mole make a lot of difference” she was nonchalant, his green eyes had gotten wider and somewhat darker “so, yeah, you´re the less smart, less good looking and less toned” she said passing her middle finger over the palm of his hand “but you´re also less annoying, less idiot and –she paused and he closed his eyes- the green in your eyes is nicer, like the forest…” she half smiled
“Thank you –he opened his eyes, it was a great compliment coming from her, she loved the woods, the girl spent most of her time going there- …so… do you think there´s an ulterior motive for Maya and Jill to want you to go?” he brought back their prior conversation topic
“Your eyes tell me there is” she said with an eyebrow raised. He shook his head as he smiled
“Ok, what do they tell you?” he blinked twice and then looked at her. She stared at him for a moment her gaze was piercing; it was like dark fire that you feel like watching but at the same time just like a bright light that makes you squint your eyes. Her eyes were not empty of emotions as they were when they first met but they had the same intensity that makes people look down.
“They asked you if we were together –she made air quotation marks, still staring at his eyes, he nodded and rolled his eyes- they asked you to invite me”
“That´s easy, I´m doing it”
“They want to know something related to the rumors around me…”
“Rumors? As in many?”
“Yeah –her eyes lost all emotion and light as she uttered that word- the one about my roommate, the one of my rich family giving money so that I can do what I want, the one of me being with you or me with no relationship at all…”
“I´m sorry” once again he placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed it lightly
“For?”
“People gossiping about you without even knowing you”
“It´s ok, they´re boring… so, which one is it?”
“Do you know about the one of you being a model or some model related thing?”
“There’s one about me being a model?! -she huffed and rolled her eyes- they have so little imagination… why would I be a model?!”
“They say that the way you walk make all boys go idiot and that your yearbook pictures are model-like…”
“My walk” she huffed, he eyes became cold and her face expressionless, her breathing controlled and her stance that had been relaxed became tense
“What is it?”
“It´s a stupid rumor” she seemed to mind it a lot
“They want you to teach them or something…”
“I won´t do such a thing” she said and stood up to leave
“Where are you going?” he hurried to her
“To my room”
“Are you mad at me?”
“No”
“Are you mad at them?”
“No”
“Are you mad?” he asked, she stopped turned to him and shook her head no “going to the stone wall?”
“Not exactly”
“Where then?”
“To the other side?”
“But it´s dark”
“I know, I´m not afraid of darkness but you should be” she teased
“I thought you were going to your room”
“I am and then I´m going to the woods” she poked her tongue out to him
“Mind if I join you?”
“It’s dark”
“I still have the flashlight you gave me the other day”
“It might rain”
“You´ll get us an umbrella from your room”
“It´s dangerous for you”
“For you too”
“I take back what I said about you being less annoying” she said humor in her voice. They had gotten to her dorm. She walked up the stairs as he walked to the back of the building where her window was. After a few minutes she came out of it. She landed next to Josh who was standing his back to the building.
“Whoa! –he said surprised- how do you do that?!” he never ceased to be impressed every time she did that kind of things.
“I´m a cat” she handed him a scarf
“I have to give you back the other” he said wrapping the scarf on his neck
“I have plenty, you can keep it. I´m not going to carry this around” she gave him the umbrella she´d taken from her room.
They walked in silence to the wall, it was dark and slightly windy, she walked a few steps ahead Josh who had the flashlight on. When they reached the tall thick stone wall she sat, her back on it, one of her legs drawn to her chest.
“Didn’t you say you were going to the forest?” he stood in front of her
“This is the forest”
“True but just the part that belongs to the school, when you say the forest you mean out of the school”
“Ha! So good boy Josh wants us to break the rules” she said in a teasing manner
“Of course not” he sat next to her and turned off the flashlight
“You can leave that on”
“It´s ok, I don´t want the batteries to run out”
“You should be afraid of darkness that´s where monsters lurk”
“Monsters don´t exist”
“Says you” she poked his side, he flinched and she chuckled
“How did you get there without me noticing?!” he said shocked, she´d been at his left side and when she poked him she was at his right.
“I told you, you should be afraid of darkness”
“It was just you… I´m not afraid of you, how could I be?”
“You should”
“Do you want me to be?”
“I don´t know” she said and he didn´t know what to do or say when she said things like that, so he chose not to say anything, he guessed he didn´t have to understand it all.

“Why do you like it here?” he said after a while in silence
“I believe you´ve asked that before –she said but answered anyways- it´s peaceful… the sounds of the night and of the river ease my mind”
“I don´t like the sound of the river”
“That´s why we´re here where you can´t hear it”
“Can you hear it?” Josh asked, his eyes had slightly adapted to the darkness, he thought she nodded yes “Did someone teach you to walk the way… you walk?”
“Yes” she said after a long time, he had thought she had decided not to answer
“So you did go to modeling classes?” it seemed that conversation got better if he asked
“I had a trainer but this person was the polar opposite of a model” she flinched inwardly, for some reason it was him the first person that got to hear about some reference to Tilly besides Natasha
“Was it hard to learn it?”
“Yeah… you gotta focus on your gravity center and keep your balance and grace”
“Wow, that sounded model-ish”
“Not when your feet are blistered and you have to keep walking for another kilometer”
“You had to walk more than a kilometer?... you don´t have to walk like that anymore if it´s annoying”
“I can´t help it now, it became a habit…”
“I´m sorry”
“You didn´t do it, you don´t have to apologize for that”
“Still”
“It´s ok –she took his hand and squeezed it –girls get jealous of me and guys get stupefied” she said sarcastically
“So, you´re really not going?” their hands were still laced, he shook both their hands lightly
“No, I don´t think so”
“Would you go if they didn´t have the intention to ask you things?”
“Mmmh no, I wouldn´t” she said above a whisper
“I´ll stay with you tomorrow” he said after a while
“You don´t have to do that”
“I don´t mind”
“Go and have some fun”
“You could have some fun too”
“I’m having fun now, you can have fun tomorrow”
“You can have fun tomorrow too”
“Why do you keep insisting in me going?”
“Why not?”
“In the time you´ve known me, there have been more occasions in which you´ve been in danger than all the times you´ve been in danger in your whole life, I bet you´ve broken many more rules since then too”
“I’ve had fun” he admitted and she chuckled
“That´s no reason to keep doing it”
“I don´t mind having some fun”
“You shouldn´t hang out with Nichole Cristales!” she joked “she´s a bad influence on you!”
“Nichole…”
“Mmmh” she hummed knowing some questioning was coming, she didn´t mind it much anymore, in a way it relieved her, just like the woods, it helped her keep her sanity because it made her feel normal, and there was not much risk with Josh because he didn´t insist much if she decided not to ask and he was kind enough to try to find a way to think she was good, in a way it made her sad that she could never be as good as he was.
“Last time we were introduced to your family at your house… your last name is different than theirs”
“Yeah…I used to have the same but not anymore”
She didn´t really want to talk about it, even though it was easier to talk to him, she didn´t want that at some point him knowing things about her might put him in danger.

She didn´t answer but she remembered when she stopped having the same last name as her father. Camille had asked her once why she wasn´t a Duchenne like her and her mom. That´s because I have my mom´s last name, she had explained the little girl and it was true, in a way. It had been Miriam´s maiden name but she was buried as Miriam Duchenne but when his father decided Nichole needed a new last name, for his convenience one of her cousins from her mother´s side had died along with her parents…they were distant, she hadn´t even known them but that little girl, her age had been named Nichole as well and after Miriam’s death Nichole had taken that little girl´s name and her own name had been given to the little girl, for the world, Karl wasn´t even Nichole´s father but his uncle and his daughter had died in that accident. She hadn´t understand it but she was glad to have her mother´s last name with her, especially after he sent her away but now she knew it was a way of protection… she didn´t want to think who he was protecting though… Nichole sighed.
“Yours is interesting, sounds like crystals” he commented, he smiled a little
“That’s why the house is called that way. I like it better too”
They sat there in silence for a long time; the night got darker and colder somewhere away thunders were heard.
“Josh, Josh” she called him, his head was leaned on her shoulder, he´d fallen asleep.
“mmmh?” he opened his eyes to the blackness of the night “uh, oh, I fell asleep” he took his hand to his neck
“I noticed –she said with a smile in her voice- let´s go, it´s about to rain” they got up, he turned on the flashlight but he tripped, the light was not enough and he was sleepy “Come on, Josh! Wake up” she said gently walking back two steps to him where she took his hand and started to walk, the way you´d do if you were guiding a blind person. They walked to his dorm.
“I´m sorry I fell asleep” he said when they got there
“I´m not, you ask too many questions” she teased “Good night, Josh”
“I should´ve been the one walking you to your room”
“I’m not into reinforcing stereotypes –she winked- besides, nothing can happen to me here” she said and he sighed “go sleep”
“ok, ok, good night, Nic”
“Later” she waved and walked away, she too felt like sleeping, despite the memories some of him questions had brought back to her mind, it had been a nice peaceful evening. She smiled as she shook her head, pushing away the voice in the back of her mind that reminded her how she was still the monster and not just Nichole.

Double Life: Study Time




“Can I study with you?” Josh asked the girl staring out the window. Nichole said nothing but turned to stare to the boy “It´s math” he said as way of explanation. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile formed in her lips.
“I already studied for it” she said bluntly. Josh looked disappointed. The bell that signaled the last class rang.
“Didn´t you get your tutor?” she asked as she picked her things
“I did… but it didn´t work…”
“What a bad student” she smirked
“I´m not a bad student”
“We´ll see about that..” she walked away
“You will help me” he grinned
“Is that a question?”
“Not really… In the library?”
“Sure… I just need to change this uniform” she tugged at her blouse. Josh chuckled
“See you there” they both took opposite ways to their respective dorms

“Don´t wanna study here” Nichole said and kept walking. Joshua was waiting in the main entrance. She was walking swiftly. 
“I told you it´s not nice to stare at people” she said when he caught up to her, his cheeks lightly blushed
“Why we´re not studying at the library?”
“Math test… the library´s full… I’m claustrophobic”
“Are you…” he started to say but noticed her small smile “where are we going?”
“To the woods” she winked. He chuckled.
“When I see in the dark I´ll be glad to go there”
“Too bad, that´s the best place to study… we´ll have to go somewhere else…”

“Why do you like breaking in to places?” she opened the art room window on the side of the hallway
“You can go ask Mike” she got in, he followed, his eyebrows furrowed “He was down there, didn´t you see him?”
“He’s there? What if he comes here?”
“We´ll jump out the window” she pointed to the window on the opposite side of the room, the one that was on the garden side.
“I’m not jumping out of a two story building!”
“I will”
“Would you let me here to take all the blame?”
“Mike wouldn´t blame you. He knows we’re here”
“What?! He saw us?!” he asked alarmed. She nodded taking her books out of her messenger bag.
“Let´s study”
“Nic…”
“Such a good boy –she smiled a little smile- don´t worry, he doesn’t mind, he´s always known, like you said, it´s obvious that I come if my paintings are finished by the next day. Now, where do you want to start?” she sat on one of the tables, not on the seat, on the table. He stared at her dumbfounded and then he shook his head.

“Not bad, Josh” she handed his exercise pages back. He grinned. “How come your tutor didn´t work?” she was intrigued, the boy wasn´t the smartest one in the subject but he put effort and attention enough to solve correctly a decent amount of exercises.
“I didn´t get what he said” Josh passed his left hand over his neck “You are better at this”
“I am” she said nonchalant, he smiled and so did she at first and then they started laughing
“I really didn´t get your sense of humor at first” he said when their laughter died down
“Who says that´s humor?” she lifted an eyebrow
“Because you seem like a good person”
“Don´t judge a book by its cover”
“That phrase is supposed to be used in the other sense”
“It´s the same” she shrugged. His green eyes became deeper as his expression was focused on her
“You´ve saved my life twice, that´s being a good person, Nic” he reached over and put his hand over hers, she looked at their hands for a moment.
“Once”
“Once?”
“The second time it was because I took you out of the school without permission”
“The second one is this one, I won´t die at that math test tomorrow” he grinned as he lightly squeezed her hand, she smiled.
“It won´t be hard”
“I hope” he sighed, she started to laugh quietly, he motioned his head silently asking for the reason of her laughter.
“Not even when we were pointed by a gun you had that aura of fear and now you seemed so worried about one single test”
“I could hit that guy, I can’t hit the teacher”
“Fair enough”
“Let´s get dinner” he started to pick his things up.
As they got out of the building Mike passed next to them and waved goodbye, Nichole nodded and Josh nervously waved goodbye. “It´s ok, don´t worry, he doesn´t mind” she reassured him.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The Host

I fight you
I fight you every single day
but here you are my perennial companion...
my invisible companion
I won´t let you distort my face
I won´t let you corrupt me
though I know you´ve eaten most of my soul
most of my will, most of my drive....
I ignore you
I hate you
I try to dress you up
I jump in to you and swim inside you
and dye you of thousand gray shades
I try to bleach you
you keep being there
you´re on a mission to brake me
to leave me all alone
in between walls
I shout silently
there you are
I fight you and fall down defeated
I got up and walk by the second
you don´t go
I hate you
I hate me for you found a comfortable home in me
When the host withers away...

Monday, November 5, 2012

Double Life: Enquiry


A/N: Ok, ok! November, here it goes to November 50 many many thingy ...
I can´t find an image of what I want for this one ¬¬ the ones that there are are way too girlish or too creepy -sigh
Here´s to you Saku, I hope it doesn´t disappoint you
*****

“Are you hurt, Nichole?” Natasha asked through the phone
“Why else would I call?” Nichole smirked on the other side of the line but her voice was the same rehearsed one to show the emotion she wanted to show
“Because you want to say hi” Natasha said sarcastically
“Just come”
“Are you in the woods?” Natasha hurried to ask
“You know where I am” Nichole hung up

“This is a nice place” Natasha said sitting in front of Nichole, in the farthest side of the almost empty Italian restaurant in the town close to Burgeoys  school.
“You like Italian food” Nichole pushed a pasta plate towards Natasha. Nat had a motherly expression on her face
“You are not hurt” she started to eat her pasta
“That you don´t see it doesn´t mean I´m not”
“Show me” Natasha said, Nic half-smiled
“Do you want to see me bleeding to confirm I´m hurt?” she raised her eyebrows and Natasha stared at her. “Ok” Nichole bent down a little and took the knife she carried in her boot, she extended her palm and put the blade on it, to cut herself.
“Don´t” Natasha hissed “Don´t hurt yourself” Nichole stared at her for a second and then put the blade away and back to her boot.
“You should be at school… It´s just lunch and you´re out”
 “Don´t pretend you´re concerned about that”
“I am”
“I thought you´d prefer this place than the woods” the girl smirked
“Why are you acting like this?”
“I´m a teenager, teenagers act like this” she tilted her head
“You´ve never acted with ill intentions… you´ve never been like that”
“It was bound to happen… I can´t believe you thought I was that stupid”
“I have never thought you are stupid”
“Good. I think the same of you”

“What do you want?” Natasha shifted uncomfortable on her seat
“Why is Karl fighting with his wife?”
“You´re not calling him father” Natasha said in a small voice
“You´re avoiding my question”
“How would I know?”
“For one thing ´cause you´re one of the few that know his secret –she pointed her thumb to herself- and because you´re his wife´s friend”
“I´m not friends with…”
“But you talk, for better or worse you´re Mii´s doctor too, you must know”
“I don´t”
“Then you´ll find out”
“Since when do you care about your father´s domestic life?”
“He´s my father, I care”
“Don´t pull that with me, I was there when you were perfecting those smiles and faked words!”
“I know you were there, watching and stitching me when I got punished for not doing it right –Natasha seemed like she´d cry any moment- save that –Nichole pointed her- save that, just tell me”
“I don´t know”
“Ok, something simpler”
“Where´s Karl?” Natasha seemed shocked
“At home”
“Which home?”
“His”
“Ok, where´s Mii?”
“At school”
“Are you sure?” Nichole lifted her eyebrows and the side of her mouth twitched up
“What did you do?” the woman seemed alarmed. Nichole shrugged “Nichole, Camille is your sister! You… you..”
“My mother never had other children”
“Nichole where were you last night?”
“Killing a woman” Nichole mouthed and Natasha closed her eyes
“Where were you after that?” she whispered
“I was with Karl”
“How did you…”
“Found him? … I didn´t, that´s why I am asking you to tell me”
“Nichole –Natasha put a hand over her heart- why do you do this to me? Are you trying to kill me?”
“I have easier ways to do that” Nichole tapped her fingers on the table. Natasha chuckled.
“I can´t believe you know me more than what I know you”
“I doubt that… you know more than what you like to show”
“But, honestly, why the sudden interest in your father?” the older woman asked after a moment of eating in silence.
“I used to ask about him all the time”
“Yeah, you used to..”
“Alright, I´ll tell you if you tell me” Nichole half smiled, Natasha narrowed her eyes
“You first”
“Ok, I know Karl´s wife took Camille to Crystals house in the middle of the night”
“How did you know that?” Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and Nichole raised one of her eyebrows “Camille…” the woman sighed “how did she contact you?”
“Don’t ask me that”
“That girl is very smart” she said as Nichole smiled fondly
“Why would her mother take her like that? She´s never reckless when it comes to Camille”
“Camille´s mother wants your father to adopt her other children”
“She´s always want that, that´s not new”
“She also wants another child”
“And…”
“Your father refuses to more children..”
“Keep going”
“He told her he doesn´t want his two children to live like he and your mother had to”
“His two children…?”
“Nichole and Camille” Natasha said gently “she thought her and Camille were the ones to get more and for Jess and Ash to get some too –Nic furrowed her eyebrows- you and Camille will get everything…”
“Once he dies” Nichole quickly recovered to conclude
“I guess”
“I don´t want any of that besides, I already have money… “ she didn´t want to think that because she was the monster and for that she got paid with money… no matter how little of it she tried to used… she was as guilty as her father for it.
“You’re his wife daughter…”
“Was his new wife pressuring him to not take that into consideration?”
“She´s mentioned she thinks you might take away Camille´s part specially since she´s much younger than you”
“She took Camille to pressure him… For money!” Nichole said with an even tone but the look in her eyes reflected the opposite.  Natasha nodded
“I think so” the woman confirmed, Nichole closed her eyes. “Don´t get mad, see it from her point of view, she sees you as a threat, she thinks your father still loves your mother more and therefore he must love you more”
“Ignorance is a bliss” Nichole laughed humorlessly
“You asked…”
“Of course…”
“Should your father feel scared now that you know this?”
“I won´t kill my sister´s father… I won´t kill my other parent”
“You’re a good girl, Nic” Natasha put her hand over Nichole´s gloved hands, she quickly removed her hands and glared at the woman

“Natasha, why are you Camille´s doctor?”
“What do you mean?”
“Karl made you my doctor, why did he make you my sister´s doctor too?”
“I guess he thought if I could handle you, I could handle her and be trusted with his other child too… why?”
“You’re obviously not trustable. I bet he doesn´t know you´re telling me this… specially money-wise”
“Nichole!” Natasha pouted indignant
“Make sure Camille’s ok” Nichole got up
“She´ll be ok, don’t worry” Natasha tried to hug Nichole who put her hand in front of her
“That is something I don´t need from you”
“Nichole…” the woman seemed hurt
“You know what I need from you…” the girl said as she passed next to Natasha.