First Chapter07:02 Nov 16 2008
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Chapter 1
I was walking down to the center of Lowell with some friends, it was pitch black outside. We were going to see a Hockey game at the Tsongas Arena. A girl, maybe 18 in a convertible, sped past us as we were walking, her beautiful blonde hair flying everywhere; she had a gray sweater on, with a black coat on over it. She had won the convertible from her drunken husband, who was 34 in a court case, with most of his other possessions, which included a penny collection. She also, had a bruise on her right cheek which was caused by him beating her with a stick found by their dog, in the playground. She had just burned the house down along with all of his possessions, except the car, which she planned to burn later, then blame in all on him, because he had ran away in fright or the lawsuit and his impending jail time. As she passed she threw over the side of the car, the whole penny collection. Ten pennies from before my grand grandfather was born went soaring through the air towards my friends and I. I caught the penny collection all wrapped up, and nicely kept. It was probably worth more than 100,000 dollars, but such is life when it comes rushing right into your hands.
Me and my friends went over to the light besides the curb, and viewed the penny collection. We then decided to go back the dorms immediately, and skip the hockey game. We started to walk back, when suddenly out of nowhere a million police cruisers came. They rushed in and pulled us out, then the story I told before about the guy and his now ex-wife came out, except the guy was connected to the mob, and these pennies were used as a trading item, except better because no one would expect pennies to be used in a mob based scheme, but someone caught on to their scheming, and they put a few marked pennies with GPS trackers in the penny collection, with a person in the mob who checked the pennies on their side they had in all in place, until the ex-wife took the pennies that the mob guy had been collecting for a big payment, and handed them off to us. With the pennies came about a billion dollars in computer chips embedded inside of these chips and the police needed them delivered to the mob with the fake pennies so they could snag them with enough evidence to put 50 different mob chieftains in jail it was a good plan with plenty of idiotacy involved as was to be expected from the police. My 7 friends and I were going to be escorted to police station. My friend Jennifer, was a long, brown and wavy haired girl, she was pretty tall, tall as I was. She had a black boondocks saints hoodie on, and was a full vegan, (no eggs, milk, meat, fish, or honey) she was beautiful by my eyes, her butt protruding, but I would never touch her in the way a boyfriend touches a girlfriend, because she didn't like me that nor would (I hope she wouldn't at least), plus I already loved someone else and she had a boyfriend. Who was besides her talking to her about veganism, for she was a vegan as well, but she did eat honey. I loved her, like I loved no one else, she didn't love me the way I loved her, she was beautiful with her jeans, and as we touched I sensed a shiver down her back. I looked into her eyes, and did something horrible since she was scared of this police barrage and I didn't like her being scared. Something I wouldn't dream of doing in a million years, and it just happened, because I felt her scared, for her, and I want her to feel unscared. I leant over and kissed her, the kiss wasn't very pretty, I hadn't shaven in over a week, I was sweaty, and hadn't had a haircut in months, I hadn't even showered in a week, I was smelling horrible, luckily I had put deodorant, and a cologne. My hand was shaking because of cold, and it was scared nearly to the death because of what I was doing. Then the police handcuffed me, and took us away without saying anything I knew she had felt me kiss her with my mind, because never in a million years would I have even dared to do that without her consent beforehand, because I was probably the nicest guy any girl had met, as a friend.
After a few minutes we were escorted by the police into Lowell Prison, I had to take out my cell phone, my wallet, containing a crumpled 20 dollar bill, my jacket, and my sanity. After, a few minutes the police called me, Joe, and Arjun to the interrogation room, they had brought along the girls as well. The friend, Alexandra, I had imagined kissing was protesting vehemently against all of this, saying they had no right to put us in jail; we were just walking down the street. She was part of socialist party. I was a quiet Indian boy with long hair, who wore black, slept with a teddy bear, Rosho, and was fan boy of vampires. She was a sort of quiet girl, with medium length hair, and was a Buddhist, we went to the same elementary school (we met in fourth grade), middle school (I was best friend's with one of her best friend's) and finally high school when and where we started to get know each other pretty well, we had walks to her house, where we talked. She was the single person, I think that stopped me from going insane during those years, I could say a million words about her and you still would not understand the admiration I had for her. She saved me from being crushed under the expectations of my parents, and I love her for that, and I will always be in love with her for that. Being friends with is not always enough for me, so occasionally I confessed that I just like her, however she doesn't want to start a long term relationship or any of kind of relationship with me, I am okay with that, but it hurts me inside also, but what can you do, it's pretty much come to an expectation of mine. It aggravates me because I want to kiss her, but I never will without her consent. Once, when I went to New York to see her, because she doesn't even go to Lowell if I could relive those days for an entire year with her; I would die happy. I would do pretty much anything to have her love me back, but there is nothing I can do but HOPE, (it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness. ”-The Architect, from The Matrix Reloaded) that there is a change in my fortunate with every female sees what a nice guy I am and loves me for who I am, the quiet boy who doesn't like to talk, but I don't see that happening too soon. So, I'm stuck, between the girl that admire half-to-death, the friend I care about, and the person that I love until I meet my grave, but I bet there will be others who I admire just as much as I admire her, but there will never be one who I love just like her. Her beauty isn't physical, she is short, a bit on the thin side, with short hair, glasses, and a weird smile (but I love her because her beauty isn't physical and because she is a mystery even to her friends, especially to me).
The scariest part about me is that I and others who have known me have called me crazy plenty of times, I would even go so far as to say I am insane, but that's for you to decide. I have said this before, and I will say it again “I would be at home with a Nosferatu (a disgusting smelly vampire, with the goo all dripping off of them, and everything about them is disgusting, I said that to another friend from my high school). She said I would have to insane to be at home with a Nosferatu, I said that I was insane. Well, the truth is I am a little bit crazier than crazy people who think they are sane or normal because no one is normal or sane, because no one can define normality. I think to be normal you couldn't have drop of sanity in you.
Anyways, we are in the interrogation room, three boys, and four girls, all of us are push and pull by the cops until we are all standing in row, from right to left, It's Jennifer, me Arjun, Arjun's girlfriend Ava, Joe, another girl whose name was Raaadhika, who had just come, and Alexandra. A cop comes into the room, he is a Hispanic man, with a clean shave and the smell of hair gel all over him, he has a black sunglasses, and a police uniform on with several pins and stripes above his pocket, and he also has a pen in the pocket, with the words police running in the cap. He swaggers in and sits on the metal chair behind the table that we are all sitting in 7 chairs, he then pulls out the keys to the handcuffs, then began to uncuff us from right to left. As soon as he uncuffs Alexandra, she kicks him in the shin, she was actually aiming for his nuts, but it did the job he falls to the ground, grabbing his shin shouting “You motherfucking bitch”, I didn't feel sorry for him one bit. Then Joe came up behind him and took his gun, and pointed it at his chest and shot, now 3 years ago, in 2008 this would have killed or morality injured him, but medical advances in the field of weaponry require cops to use a special type of bullet that knocks a person out, for up to 5 hours depending on the maker of bullet. Alexandra is an ex-soccer player who played during all her years at grade school, probably broke his ankle bone. I then take his walkie-talkie, and turn it up to the maximum volume; the police then bust in, and tell of us to put our hands up. I was cracking up at the absolute stupidity of the police in our cell. Arjun was an Indian guy who liked to laugh, he and Joe were extremely funny, and were now imitating the cops. They did, a bad cop, good cop routine, where they played at least 10 characters each, while I was the person getting interrogated. It was hilarious they're imitation, I started laughing immediately at how true they're imitation was. Then a real cop came, and interrupted their routine. They had come and called for me to the interrogation room. I exited the dank cell, with a bunk bed. Then walked down the corridor, as my leather shoes, rebounding offs the floor echoing all across the prison. While my black leather jacket, and sweat pants went cruising in front of me. I thought I looked very cool, and badass. Then I was pushed into the interrogation room. They went to the good cop, bad cop routine, but I just ignored everything they said, and went into my silent treatment mode, until they brought Alexandra in the room. Then the cop told me that the mob didn't know what the girl who was to deliver the package looked like all they knew was she was a Caucasian and on the short side. All I had to do was drive the car, and show some ID, that cops had already created for me, and then I waited in the car, until she came back out, we were free and our records of harm towards the US. Government was going to be deleted, except for a few eyes. I then requested that we speak alone to Alexandria. They then released her handcuffs, a bit more cautiously because word had gone around the station that she had broken the cop's calf. I immediately hugged her instinctively; I lifted her off her feet, crying. Her black coat, and jeans, up a foot from where they should have been provided she was standing. She however was still standing on the ground, her black coat, with her blue jeans still on the ground, and then we hugged not very tight, but firm. Then we sat down and talked about our options which were basically give them what they wanted, and all of us, spend a night in Juvenal (the laws had changed for being a minor instead of 18, now it was 20) or Alexandria and Joe go to jail for 1-2 years for assaulting a police man, and possibly a few months for all of us. We took the night in Juvenal, and to give them what they wanted.
Now this was the first I had been to Juvenal in 6 years. When I was fourteen and pretty depressed for a reason that I just couldn't remember I was sent there because I had held up a cashier for a pack of cigarettes. I was sentenced to Juvenal for 3 months in New York. There I held up a silence vow, and became good friends with everyone, the psychologist who I had sex with in her office on the fourth floor, on the couch on the last day, the security guards who I played cards with at night, the white kids in the prison who had just done something small like punching someone, and the black kids who had been in there constantly because they just kept getting in trouble. Also, I was the person who wouldn't talk to anyone, and I was a great listener, but the main thing I like about Juvenal was the gym, there I worked out every day, and became lean and strong. Nobody knew my name, but my nickname was silent man. After I had spent 2 months in Juvenal, I was released, because of “good” behavior. Then I boarded a bus home, and went back to my home town of Lexington.
We also, reasoned with the cops to let all of us sleep in one big room, during our night in at the girl's Juvenal (it was easier not having to worry about guy's at Juvenal). Anyways, we were all put in the biggest cell possible I slept on the floor, because I liked to sleep on the floor, Ava, Alexandra, and Raaadhika slept on one bed, because they all were very small. Arjun slept on a mattress, and Joe, slept on the radiator, and Jennifer slept on the other bed. I fall asleep instantly.
I am running as fast as I can, through sidewalks, and street lamps. I am running as though a big monster is right behind me, chasing me through this ever winding maze of street. He is nipping at my feet, and running after me, or something I hold. I cannot look back for the fear that I'll trip and fall. So, I keep on running, and running. I am already out of breath, and yet I keep on running. Then 3 lights of red pass in front of me and they are behind me, I am running as fast as I can. There is a taxi in front of me, I leap over the hood, as the monster swallows the taxi, and keeps on going right after me. Then there is an open space with no lights, no sounds of people beating other people, only peace and quiet, there is a boat with lights shining bright. I inhale as I run right over the water, expecting to fall in the water, instead I glide right over the water, and the monster fades from view and then goes underneath the sand. I am still running, when I see somebody underneath the water, I leap into the air like a dolphin, or a whale, takes a huge breath, and dive in. I am swimming into the abyss, of the ocean, yet I keep on going, my lungs screaming for oxygen, just yelling at me, two minutes have passed since I had gone under, I smell the faint scent of blood, like I am a shark going after the prey, I follow the blood, until I see the red gushing out of this girls wound on her side. Her black dress is torn and ripped; her bra is hanging off her shoulder. I swim like the demon is still going after me, kicking my legs down and down; I feel the weight of her in my arms. My lungs yelling at me, screeching at me for one single molecule of oxygen. Then I lift her up, taking her with me, I take a breath of water, drink it up. Then I jump out of the water. Spitting out water, I wrapped her cold arms around my neck, and then begin to swim out into the lake towards what would appear to the nearest shoreline, her hands constantly falling off neck, and then I changed her position on my body. Now, she was on my side, I was holding her lifeless body on top of me, doing a backstroke, it was nearly impossible. Each stroke I worried about how she was going to fall my chest, but luck was on my (or our side depending how you look at it side) that she didn't fall off. Her bra was a deep shade of red; her breasts were digging into my chest, as I heaved each stroke, pulling my already tired muscles forward. Then partially by accident, my lips and hers met, I was weirded by the fact that I was kissing a pretty much dead girl, but such was life and I just kept on swimming on, on and on. Then I felt the reeds, slightly massage my back. I looked toward the shoreline, because I had been looking at the night sky trying to remember the constellations, but I couldn't because I was much too tired, and had only one thought on my mind, the shoreline was full of reeds. I swam right into them, then I jumped, on top of one of the reeds gripping her so damn tight that I could see the way her kept on changing colors, and that the right pupil was bigger than the left one. I kept hopping on top of these thin reeds, thin as paper they were. Yet, I kept on stepping on them, worried they would crumble at the slightest touch.
We finally reached the shore full of grass, grass was everywhere. I nearly fell asleep, but I did something on instinct I bit into my thin wrist, taking out a chunk of skin, I ate the skin as blood began pouring out of my wrist, I then opened her mouth. I plentifully held it over her mouth, wanting my precious blood, but it dripped inside of her body. Then I passed out, when I woke up, her white hand was in my hair, her fingernails opaque. My wrist was healed, and she was dead, there was no trying to bring her back nothing I could do. I then screamed and woke up.
I was awake first, and began to stretch out my back first because sleeping in prison for the first time in 6 years is hard enough without sleeping on the floor, but I didn't complain at all. A few minutes after I woke up, I saw Ava stirring, and then she woke up. Now Ava and I knew each other because of Arjun, I knew Arjun because of Joe (we met during orientation). Ava was Chinese, but she studied hip-hop dance at this school where she lived in Medford, she was very quiet and shy. She was also going to school in Middlesex Community College, she had started her first year at University of Massachusetts Lowell, and then she transferred. She was also as tall as Alexandra with pretty eyes. Next Jennifer woke up. Anyways, as I said she had a nice butt, which came from climbing stairs at a restaurant with 2 floors. She currently lived in San Diego, and was coming back for a long weekend visit she had once lived with all of us in dorms then she moved out to an apartment, with another friend, then she moved into another apartment by herself, there she stayed then she dropped out of University of Massachusetts Lowell, and then she moved out to San Diego over last summer. I'm not sure if this was what she had planned for the visit.
Next Joe woke up, now Joe was interesting just because he looked like Jesus, as was portrayed by the white man. Jesus was probably more of a caramel color, but I digress. He and Arjun have been roommates for the past years those two are very funny, and have a quote book of everything funny they have said or have done. Those two have made a you tube video where Arjun got shot 6 times and was still alive, it was very funny.
Anyways, next Arjun woke up, while he was waking he took a step on the edge of the mattress, and tilted, tried to regain his balance and eventually fell on to Raaadhika, and Alexandra's bed. This woke both of them up immediately.
I had slept in my clothes, fully dressed with my shoes on as I had done in my years of juvenile. Then I started to think a lot on and about the dream that I had, remembering every single part of it. Savoring her kiss, her touch. Then my memory turned off as I was touch on the arm by Alexandra, I then realized I was crying, and she had come to comfort me. It made it worse; as I began to cry even more, then Joe came over and began to say it's alright don't cry. I just kept on crying, and I pretty much wouldn't stop crying, I was just so damn scared about stuff that happened in the past. Who would know that a nightmare would come back and hurt the person couldn't cry, no matter what came his way. Alexandra had already rejected me 3 times, and I didn't cry during any of those. My parents had yelled at me, and fought with me, and I still was pretty much unable to shed a tear. Now, I was crying over something I had been trying to forget for years, but appeared in my subconscious over and over, like a never ending dream, a never ending rabbit hole. Then Alexandra did the one thing I had been hoping she'd do for 4 years. She kissed me on the cheek, it came as a shock to me, because I wasn't expecting it and the fact it had been so wet mostly because of my tears. Then I went down on my knees, and started crying even harder. I asked myself was my life so sad that a girl that I liked, who didn't like me have to kiss me to cheer me up?
Alexandra then came beside me, and said “I wouldn't have done that if I didn't want to, or have the free will to choose to kiss you. I kissed you because I like you to be happy.”
I couldn't take it, and I fell on to the floor, curled up into a ball. Alexandra rolled up right next to me, in a girl’s juvenile prison with 5 of our friends just staring at us not daring to say a word.
“It's going to be alright, it's going to be alright”, Whispered Alexandra into my ear, petting my disgusting oil, and dandruff filled hair.
Then the cops came, to pick up me and Alexandra, and bring us into the car. Then I had just realized that I had forgot to mention that I had no idea how to drive a car, because I never took any drivers education, or anything to do with a car, I had never liked wasting my parents money on things that influenced our earth's atmosphere. Fortunately the police already knew this, and were very prepared for this, they had installed an automatic driving system on the makeshift car, which the guy and his wife were supposed to drive into the mob headquarters, and deliver the pennies. I was still crying when they had come, Alexandra arms still wrapped around, my leather jacket as far as they could reach towards my belly. Her breathe was hot, against my neck. I know she didn't belong with me, just like Jimmy Olsen from Smallville, said he wasn't supposed to be with Chloe Sullivan, that life just doesn't work that way, after he had confessed that his dad wasn't a stockbroker he was a full-time alcoholic and he didn't even know his mother. Chloe basically said he was wrong and kissed him. Now me and my best friend (and she was the person that I loved) were supposed to pretend we were married, to deliver some pennies off to the mob. Yet, I knew something was going to go wrong. That dream, told me that something was going to go wrong, and I wouldn't able to control the situation.
They outfitted Alexandra, with a blonde wig, and a gray sweatshirt, with a black coat on over it, put on wedding rings on both of our ring fingers, and told us to act married, to kiss each other, to hold hands, to touch each other, and maybe even have sex. The mob would be observing us both from now until the month was over, we could not have any police contact until a month from when we left. I was like what the hell, first they want us for a day just to drop off the pennies, now they want us for a month, to pretend we are married!!!!
Quickly, they debriefed us about how we were going to spend a month as a married couple with no police supervision, and we had to this because the girl had burned down the house, and Alexandra had to pretend to be good wife, because the mob wanted to make sure everything was okay, between us so, the pennies could make the payment.
We then, left the others at the police station, but after sometime our friends decided to tag along with us in case we got in trouble they could bail us out, as well as give us pointers from the cops. The second problem was that all of us had to go back to school at one point and if we missed school our parents would find out, and do something bad. The police decided on giving us A's for the semester that we were missing, and they were going to call all of our parents explaining the situation and that mines and Alexandra's couldn't visit us, but they could pass us messages from our parents.
Alexandra and I then went to our new apartment. It felt awkward this fake marriage, but I was determined to make it work, because I loved her, and there was nothing I could do to change how I felt about her. The apartment was brand-new and had just got off the market, the police had paid for it, and before we went there Alexandra called the mob chief, to buy the new apartment while the house she had allegedly burned down, was being rebuilt.
Everything was included with the apartment, the furniture, the bed, fridge and the curtains. We walked in and saw our new apartment, which we would be living in together for a month, maybe longer. It was a weird feeling be forced this close together, it had a very awkward feel. The first thing we looked at was the fridge, it was completely empty, therefore, we had to grocery store and pick out our food ourselves, I was completely new at, Alexandra, had been living in apartments at NYU for over 3 years. It still felt weird, like we were out of place at the local Market Basket we walked over to vegetable section and began picking out vegetables, corn, beans, and then I started crying again, I didn't even know why I was crying. She whispered in my ear to go back to the car and that she'd finish up buying our stuff. While in the car, I questioned myself why was I crying? Was it because of the dream? Was it because she kissed me? She came back after a minutes, we had some bathroom needs we went to CVS to buy shaving stuff, shampoo, soap, and other bathroom items, as well as some detergent, and paper plates. We went home after that. She had also bought shaving kit, which was a big hint to me. Then I immediately took a shower, and shaved while Alexandra cooked our lunch, and made a few phone calls to the mob with the cell phones that were given to us by the mob. I shaved while in the shower I decided to shave my pubic hair as well, put the shampoo she had bought twice, and soaped myself. After that, I put on aftershave, and I walked out with a towel around my waist. Into our bedroom, where I changed into my daily clothes a t-shirt, and sweatpants did as many push-ups and sit-ups as I could using the wall for my footing for my push-ups, and the bed as my holding for sit-ups. After I had done about 150 each, Alexandra call me for lunch, so I went to lunch, she had cooked up a medley of rice, and vegetables. While eating, I made the mistake of saying, “Why did you kiss me?”
“Cause you were crying and you need cheering up.”
“Kissing was not the best idea for cheering me up.”
“Then what was?”
“I have no idea, it just wasn't kissing, it was just the dream I had had it's been bugging me.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not right now.”
“Okay”, she mumbled.”
I walked over to her, after lunch and hugged her. “I love you, you know that and I didn't mean to angry at you, but I have a part of my past that I just don't want to share right now, even though we were are pretending to be married. There are things about my past that I just don't want you hear until you actually get married. I love you too much to hurt you by revealing my past.”
“Sure, now put on your shoes, were going out.”
“I need a haircut.”
“Just one?”
“Haha”, she stood on her tip-toes leaned over and gave me a peck on my cheek, and then gave me her smile that I love that would turn my day around no matter what happened to me.
She then led the way out of the apartment, holding my hand, we went out to Lowell to go to Eva's Hair and Salon, next to Lowell High School she told me in the car that they the police had a informant in that Salon, which they could used to cut her hair, and make it her natural hair, by taking off the wig and pretending to dye her hair. We parked in front of the store, and I locked the car. There we saw teenagers, maybe even younger kissing each other, and breaking every rule we had at Diamond Middle School, pertaining to the PDA. It was an odd scene to see kids, 7 years younger than us pretty much suck each other's faces, when they weren't even married, but then again this is Lowell, anything can happen here. We then walked into Eva's Hair and Salon.
She asked for Rachel, to do her hair. I read hair salon magazines while her wig was coming off. After some time, I left and went to car. Then I fell asleep in the car, after listening to classical music.
I dreamt of the girl in my arms, and I shot up into the air like superman, and the demon came back. Flying right beside me and her. I fought the demon, and then I realized that I would have to drop her dead body to defeat the demon. Then I was drowning, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything to save her, then I plummeted towards the water, which was below me, and then I fought with all my strength to swim up choking on my fears of swimming. As I came up to the surface, I realized that she had been taken and her soul was being eaten slowly.
Then I woke up in terror, remembering everything of my past, everything I had tried to forget. My photographic memory came back with the flush of things I had tried my hardest to forget, and to put them in my past. I tried to contain my emotions because of everything that had past. Then Alexandra came up to car, and I unlocked the door. I would not forget ever the image that was before me, even without my photographic that I now had. She looked so free, with her brown hair waving in the wind, she opened the door, I was overcome with emotion, maybe cause of everything that had happened, in the past 17 hours, or maybe because of teenagers in the High School kissing, but I wanted to kiss her for real, and even if the world was ending I would not feel more in love with her, or so sure that something was going to happen if I kissed her, but my heart and penis, said “FUCK YOUR MIND.”
COMMENTS
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RainWitch
04:16 Feb 25 2009
I found this to be very interesting to read! Very well written.