#365writing

:So since its my first day and I doubled up to make up for yesterday here is my little list. I’m following the same format as @sunnydwrites and I hope you all enjoy reading it.... and I hope people do read it.

Favorite line:

Now let me get this clear to myself and anyone who decides to read this: when I dream about girls they’re usually having sex with me, doing something really hot, or is just naked and not a Puritan Scarlet Letter looking chick that is blue and frozen. Another thing. I do not wake up and see the person in my dreams standing outside my window (That is on the second floor) mouthing Edward over and over again.

Characters I met:

Johnthan Brooker: The reluctant protaginist who just wants to be left alone and doesn’t want to interact with the supernatural and or startings of a mental illness.

Elizabeth Miller: The supernatural being who is convinced that Johnathan is her lover Edward and belives that she is in hell due to some witches curse.

Day one and two are combined so here you go! 744 words! Now let me get this clear to myself and anyone who decides to read this: when I dream about girls they’re usually having sex with me, doing something really hot, or is just naked and not a Puritan Scarlet Letter looking chick that is blue and frozen. Another thing. I do not wake up and see the person in my dreams standing outside my window (That is on the second floor) mouthing Edward over and over again. I am not schizophrenic, I hope I’m not it’s not… it's not like my family has it in their blood. Another thing that makes no sense. I am named Johnathan, not Edward. So now I’m sitting up in the early morning, on a school day no doubt, watching her as she mouths Edward. 

I guess I can open up the window and try and scare her away.So now I’m back and she can say more than Edward, and she can touch me. How do I know this? Well Well Well I opened the door she reached in and brushed my cheek and kissed me. Kissed me. Yeah, that’s how I wanted to have my first kiss, with someone as cold as a corpse and have them talk about our love:

“Dearest Edward. I’ve waited for you so long. Many of a winter passed in that damnable woods. You’re still so delightfully plump! Oh how good, will we still be married? Even if my world has been put on hold due to the wicked witches,  damn them to hell! Oh, dearest Edward!” 

 Now being called delightfully plump is certainly a good confidence booster since I am constantly compared to a rich villain on a tv show or a video game with my apparent evil smirk, cold blue eyes, and get this being dressed nicely. Because wearing nice clothes like sweaters and not street ware automatically makes me a terrible person. It also didn’t help that I am kind of a smart ass with a particular sense of humor really. 

 But how do I respond to such a girl? Someone that is like 16, no older than me, that I cannot marry her, and well I am not Edward. Well, I decided that the best way to go about it is to be blunt. “I’m sorry. I’m not Edward, my name is Johnthan.” To which she replied.

 “Oh, how you joke! Ah, you’ve hardly changed since they took you away.”

“Oof. I’m not joking honey. Hate to say this, but either a. You are trying to break into the wrong house or b. I am having a terrible terrible and I mean terrible fever dream right now. And I’ll probably need to go to the doctor when I wake up.”

“Stop the joke, Edward. That’s all that funny, I need you to get the town priest! There are witches about and they are after us I believe! We have to get the word of the lord for what we are to do! Then we shall have him marry us and we shall be the richest young ones in the New World. Oh! I must stop talking!” 

That’s when she’s decided to step inside. “Why do you want Reverend Jackson? And I’m not Edward.” Now I should’ve noticed then that the room was starting to ice over. Like literal patches of ice blossomed on my floor and slowly grew to my furniture. 

“Who is Reverend Jackson? Did Reverend Rienwood take a new one in? Also please stop jesting Edward. Whatever those witches did to me… it...it.” Her voice starts to quiver as tear crystals (you heard me right crystals slid down her face instead of liquid) fall to the ground, “Tell me not that they got you, dear Edward. What must I do to save you? Do you not remember me: Elizabeth Miller?”

“I. Am. Not. Edward. There. Has. Never. Been. A. Reinwood. Here that I know of. The last priest we had is currently in jail for beating the ever loving shit out of his wife because she apparently cheated on him with my principal and then he tried to kill the cop breaking them up.”

“Wives of preachers being unfaithful? An Edward that knows not who he is or is not. Oh! Oh!” She started wailing and I guess that’s when I really started paying attention to the ice. As it thickened like watered grass and wrapped around her feet. “I am in hell! HELL!”

„Už ten úkol píšeme hodinu!“ oboří se na syna, který se kroutí nad sešitem z matematiky a mezi počítáním dělá blbosti. Dnešní úkoly začínají hraničit s mírou její trpělivosti, ale statečně drží knihu a diktuje zadání, kontroluje a podporuje. Ale čas běží a úkoly neubývají. „Už musím do knihovny,“ hlesne vyčerpaně a odchází od stolu. Omotá si šálu kolem krku, vklouzne do balerín (ano, trochu netradiční zimní obuv) a při nasoukávání do kabátu houkne do obýváku: „Prosím tě, dodělej ten příklad než přijdu.“

Venku už je šero. Zamyšleně prochází ztemnělým průchodem duchem přítomna ještě nad úkolem z matematiky. Když na ulici zahne za druhý roh a konečně pozvedne oči, rozprostře se před ní obloha plná sytě modrých mraků. 

Ulice je zšeřelá a pouliční osvětlení už chytá první dech. Průčelí domu v ohybu svažující se ulice pohlcuje poslední paprsky zapadajícího slunce a zářivě tak vzdoruje nevyhnutelnému. Statečně, ale marně... Nebe obsadily houfy temných hutných mraků, které snad každou chvíli spadnou a přikryjí město tmavým pláštěm. Je to tak blízko...

Jenže mezi tím je ještě chladný vzduch, pár zapomenutých kroků osamělých chodců a její bloudící myšlenky. Myšlenky, které se postupně vytrácí stejně jako dnešní den s přicházejícím večerem. Už nad ničím nebloumá a pozorně sleduje dění na obloze. Hru stínů a světel, ticho města a vlastní tlukot srdce. 

A sudden chill passed over me and I look up to see Elizabeth becoming physical. I guess I looked more scared than I should’ve because she quickly waved her hands.

“I am a friend!”

“I know but still this is scary! Is this something new?”

“Well I just thought that if I am made of water then I can turn into it. So I did and I passed into here. Are you okay? Ali and Dustin are eerily quiet not talking to anyone, they left a little bit earlier with the others to the library. Well that’s what they told me. But I decided to stay.”

“Well, I thank you for doing that. But you didn’t have to.”

“When I last saw you. You were upset, and call it to my nurturing soul, but I needed to make sure that you were well. May I intrude and ask what is troubling you?” She crouches down and I shake my head.

“I’m fine. I just… it’s fine really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I stand up and move over to my window. I presume I wanted to see if they came back, or maybe I just wanted to close my eyes and press my face on the cold glass. Instead I saw a woman, in a big black dress. It was an old dress too there were some parts that had fabric that was a shade lighter or darker than the original dress, and the what I think is lace that’s frayed around the edges. And on top of that was an animal skill. A big bull skull that covered the wearers face in such a way that they could see me, I could not see them.

I freeze. My hand ceased to work and for a second some unearthly terror settled in my stomach forcing a scream to slowly work it’s way up my throat, threatening to leave me. The woman then holds up one of her gloved hands, black like the rest of her, and draws a line across her throat. I blink and she stalks off into the woods.

“I’m not sure. Your father said that he wants to spend it here and maybe fly you out to New York for new years. I wanted to say fuck no you will not take him to that hell hole with Gerald. But I’ll let you decide on that. But if you do go I want you to keep in touch with me the entire time you’re there.”

“I know ma. Do you hate Gerald?” She always uses Gerald as a sign of something terrible in quality or anything.

“What? No. He didn’t make your dad gay, your father was already gay. I just don’t…. I don’t trust him and his friends. He’s twenty-seven creates jewelry out of road-kill and I really still don’t understand the whole coven he’s apart of. But he did help me that I don’t love anyone romantically and I’m not bitter.” Gerald and dad met each other while dad was at a business meeting in New York, the one mother decided not to go to. I’m never entirely sure how they met because the only times I’ve been to talk to them is when they came over for my seventeenth birthday and thanksgiving. So I should ask at Christmas time, or the week they come in for it.

“I know mom.”

“I know it’s just that. Life is complicated and oh yeah, I think they’re coming earlier and they’re probably going to stay the whole month to Christmas.” She turns on to the street and slows down to the line of shops with apartments sitting on the top.  Dustin walks out of the consignment store to greet us. “Well, I see your friend Dustin is here. Well, I’ll see you later honey. I love you.” I climb out the car and head to Dustin.

“I’m so fucking psyched that we don’t have school. We gotta go get Ali. I have an idea.” Now originally was going to tell him about the weird events of this morning but now I need to figure out what he is planning.

“And that plan is?”

“Oh, well I was thinking we could go and… okay, so now that I think about it my original plan will not slide with you two. So the new plan. We get Ali and then we go to my apartment and go and we try to figure out whether or not the guy next door is a meth dealer.”

“Can we just watch Netflix. I don’t want to end up in a ditch because you want to be the hero.”

But hey the morning light is starting to show through and I can go take my temperature. I’ll probably write in this journal thingy later on today if anything is weird, but I doubt it. I think my mind played tricks on me so good that I thought I was insane and made write down in a book that my friend got during her self-care phase. So I’ll probably discard it.

So now she’s in the living room. Just staring in awe of the TV. Her eyes are wide as her hand just hovers over it. Naturally, I lock eyes with her and turn into the bathroom, because obviously, I reasoned with myself because I thought this world made sense, I have a terrible terrible fever. So when it came back it normal and I came out and saw her I did the only thing I knew what to do.

“Ma! Come down here for a second!” I call out a few more times until I hear her grumbling down the stairs.

“I swear to Jesus if you are waking me up to kill a spider before it’s my ti- Who the actual fuck is that.”

“Madame!? What indecent clothing! You look like a Harlot and you must be the maid for Edward dearest!” So then mom got a nightgown made of snow. So following the course of emotions we both started screaming like small children. In turn, this Elizabeth started freaking out too and faded into misty air.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know mom! I don’t know! She keeps on calling me Edward! And she like kissed me! I… I… can I not go to school today.”