Oh no. We do talk all the time. Don't you worry! So far there isn't a plot, it's just bio's and openings and such. Only the very first post was a leap to the future. Everything else went back in time
No matter how many passed by me, no matter how many cars come by with their bright headlights, nobody stops to help the out of shape man in an alleyway. Ha, the people these days are so indecent! Just like me. I can't help but think by now I couldn't move if I tried. Then a car pulls up, I can't really see through the blinding headlights. But before I know it I'm hoisted up by a tall figure and dragged to the car. He opens the door and throws me in. He quickly dashes to his door with his long overcoat swaying and pops open his trunk. His medium-length brown hair was covered with white snowfall. My messy, short black hair could've been stained by now. Oh wait, it's water. I am losing my mind. He grabs a green blanket out of the trunk, and slams the trunk back shut. He slips a little but catches himself on my door and regains balance. He threw the blanket on me and slammed my door shut. The door was already freezing, and made an odd sound. He jumped into the driver's seat hastily, and rubbed his hands together over the heating. Back here it felt amazing. The blanket was comforting me in every way possible. My toes were starting to regain feeling, and my face was cracking free from the ice. I was shaking, and I probably had hypothermia by now. I think the hair from my goatee could've froze and broke off by now. "Jesus Jack! You could've died!" A male voice, John I think his name was. "All the alcohol warmed me up I guess!" I yelled angry and drunken. "I'm taking you to your house! You need rest!" He babbled on about something, but pretty soon I was asleep. I woke up in my house, with a blanket over me, and completely naked. I'd get mad, but the poor guy probably saved my live. Hm, maybe I should get mad. I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower. The warmth of the shower and the sun showing through the window, glaring through the blurry shower door woke me up. I didn't even know if I got hangovers anymore. Maybe I've them so much I got too used to them to notice. I stumbled out after putting on shampoo and soap and rinsing. I looked at the mirror, and saw my hairy face. My goatee was fully grown out. It was not patchy, nor was it long. It was short and full. My hair was messy, and little stands of hair fell on my forehead. My face was tired-looking. Although I didn't look very old, and still had a moderately handsome face, it was worn down enough to hide any bit of attractiveness. I put on some deodorant and brushed my teeth. I didn't even bother combing my hair. The fog in the room was starting to suffocate me, I opened the bathroom door, grabbed a towel and walked out. I dried off with the towel, and walked to my bedroom. Memories flashed through my head of my wife sitting there, greeting me like she always had. A tear escaped my eyes as I collapsed on my knees and started crying uncontrollably. Any sense of manhood I've had was not in that moment. I was crying like a little girl losing her favorite doll. The voice in my head was screaming for me to pull myself together. I slowly got up and walked over to my dresser, my brown eyes were blurry from tears. I slowly got dressed, and then looked out my window at the happy people. My neighbors outside being joyful, it made me wish I had the life.
"Hello?" my eyes were tied to the ground. The darkness was overwhelming, and I... I couldn't see. I must look strange, flailing around in the dark, looking for someone to save me. But, there wasn't anyone one there. "Amy." I turn my head sharply, but no one is there. My stark blue eyes widen and reflect terror, I look back down and start to run. The air was suffocating, and I was breathing heavily. I had this strange choking feeling. I lose myself and tear out the necklace from my neck, the beads bounce against the floor and dance around each other in a eery note. They formed into a little trail. I was terrified someone would find me. But who? I was looking back the whole time, so I didn't see the sharp pointed cone pinned against the wall. My speed collides me into the object, and it pierces into my stomach. A chill runs through me, but I refuse to die here like this. I start to pull out, but by now the mysterious man has caught up to me. I can feel him smiling behind me, and he reeks of alcohol. He grabs my waist, tracing it gently. "...Please." I whispered, a stream of tears gently rolling down my face. He leans in slowly, my stomach was slowly ripping apart, and my organs were exploding. And with my last breath, I feel him lean over my shoulder, and kiss me goodbye. "Amy!" I wake up. Sweat beads slide down my forehead and I can't stop my heart from making those loud noises. It hurts to breathe. "Amy..." Jack sighs, a worried look over his face as he runs his fingers through my hair. "... Mmm. I-I am okay. It's okay. I..." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Jack doesn't even smile. He grabs the glass of water next to my dresser and hands it to me. I cup the glass in my hands tightly, trembling and afraid that it will slip off of my hands. I press my lips tightly against the rim of the glass and tilt it upwards; filling my scorched throat with the cold water. As I walked down the hallway with an empty jar, I still couldn't stop thinking about the strange dream. Usually, I didn't even remember my dreams. But this one, felt so real... I take a breath and stand in front of the door labeled 213. I wonder what he is like? I don't think I have ever seen him when he is not drunk. I hesitate, then knock on his door a few times. The knock was louder than I had hoped since I was a bit nervous. I hear a grunt from inside, and wait patiently as the footsteps get closer. The man opens the door harshly and stands before me. When he saw me, he seemed rather surprised. I just smiled at him brightly and introduced myself as his neighbor. I have got to admit, I had no idea what was going to happen next.
I ravaged my mind for ideas to write this time... I couldn't contribute to the story at this point so it was incredibly hard to write anything. No ideas. Lol. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warm water rushes out the stainless steel faucet belonging to the kitchen sink. It splashes forcefully against the small pocketknife blade I wield in my hand, tinting the water a salmon color. The blade is the same that I'd removed from my father's pants years ago. The same knife that I used to end my parents' lives. After It is clean I return to the living room. The body of a girl, who looks to be in her twenties, lies sprawled out on the floor. Ahh, Laura. It was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for letting me borrow some flour. "Ha ha... Hah hah hah!" I cackle at my own joke. Her eyes stare blankly at the ceiling, and her skin has turned an unnatural, ghostly white. Her blonde hair, expertly curled, is nearly invisible under her body. She's in such a... Natural position, just laid out on the floor. How dull. I find killing to be a job in itself. However, an enjoyable job. I have a taste for art, and I love human creations. Simply leaving a body in a mess on the floor doesn't satisfy me. No it does not. I quickly begin working. She is already laid out on her back. I extend her arms and legs fully, and position her blonde curls so that they extend in a circle around her head, illustrating her radiant beauty. I enjoy making my art a symbol of our corrupt society. With my knife I carve curves through her face, almost as if to show wrinkles. In addition I slice small slits In her wrists. It shows us how much stress the world places on our shoulders to be perfect. That despite how hard we try, we can never be that perfect. And we are failures for it. My father taught me that lesson early in life. ~Flashback~ "What do you mean you don't want to play baseball?" My father towers over me, his menacing eyes boring into my soul. His right hand balled into a fist and his left firmly held the baseball. I noticed his knuckles turning white due to his intense grip. My eye was already black. Breathing was increasingly difficult. I had serveral bruises on my body. At this time I was 7. "I'm not good at it!" I point to the various aforementioned injuries caused by the football I'd failed to catch. My bones ached. He didnt take his eyes off mine, and he dropped the ball. What happened next was a surprise, although in retro spect, I had It coming. A piercing sound cuts through the silence. A stinging smack across the face. "Go to your room and don't come out until you're ready to try again." His face was red with anger. Of course, I listened and hurried up to my room. I was unable to eat for 2 days, until I agreed to try again. ~End Flashback~ I sit next to her and caress her face, my fingers tracing its features; the High cheekbones, thin nose, and full lips. "The human body is a magnificent object. It's intriguing... We can convey so much information from simple facial expressions. Despite mankind's definition of beauty, every living being is beautiful. Our ability to portray how we feel rather than announce it is marvelous." Carefully I pull her lips in an upward fashion. "For instance, simple muscle movements forming a smile reveal happiness." My fingers tread across her face until they reach her eyes, stretching the eye lids. "By simply opening our eyes we can depict fear." I pick up my knife and carefully poke it into her skin, directly under her eye, and draw a crimson tear. "Or simply pain and suffering, in the form of one tear, showing the sadness inflicted upon us by the world for our imperfections." Now that I've finished I clean off one last time, placing my latex gloves in my back pocket and quickly exiting the apartment. I walk slowly down the stairs, the image of beauty I'd created still vivid in my head. However, I stop at apartment 218 and turn back around the corner. On the other side, down the hall, is my Lovely Amy knocking on an apartment door. She cannot see me here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My apologies! I know it's late! And bad! But I seriously had no clue what to write. This is just another post giving further information about my character. I promise the updates I post shall improve!