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Reality or Dreamland?

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She sits among the spiders and the shadows in her chilled basement. With knees against her chest and arms holding them, a shiver racks her body. Alone again with only the spiders for company, she looks around for some sort of comfort, but see none. Just a past that never should have been, and a past that should not be remembered. For, in a corner edged with dried blood and rust sits an old razor blade. Part of the past that should not have happened to begin with. Months ago she discarded the razor in frustration to never be moved or touched again, but yet never forgotten. Not only does the razor bring it up but the scars on her ankle and upper forearm will never fail at reminding her.
It happened half a year ago, the accident. It took her love away from her and almost took herself with it. Ever since then, she’s never been the same, always broken and empty inside. She’s been healing ever since, but it grew to where even her closest best friends left her for better things. She had no one for support, no one to cry on, or even just talk to about the incident. It always gets worse before things get better, which was when the beginning of the cutting began. The only reason she  quite that was because her older sister threatened to turn her into the hospital for self mutilation. That night after the fight with her sister, she threw the razor to were it sits currently.
Every evening since then she would spend in her dismal basement with a single candle burning for the only light. Tonight is different than any other night before. Tonight, she’s expecting company, other than the spiders. A friend of a brief ex-boyfriend planned on stopping over to see her who heard of her troubles. This is where the story leaves off…

Mandy heard the doorbell ring from the floor above, and her mother answering it. Two pairs of footsteps walked the creaking floors to the basement stairs. Her mother said something to the visitor. One pair of footsteps walked away and up to the main set of stairs. The other set of footsteps, however, bumped down the basement stairs. Mandy didn’t bother looking up to see who it was, for she already knew. In her head she thanked him for keeping his word and smiled on the inside. She uncurled her legs and stood to greet him. He came over to her and hugged her tight. Mandy pulled slightly away and looked into his eyes.
“I didn’t think you would come. I thought you had forgotten,” she said as she lowered her emotion filled eyes.
“I always keep my word to my friends. I wouldn’t let you down. I knew you needed someone, just as you were there for me once,” he said as he gently raised her head back up to eye level.
Instead of standing in the middle of the basement, they sat on the large ugly pinkish couch along the wall. Mandy say first and expecting him to sit a foot between her, he surprised her and sat right next to her. Surprising, but to Mandy, not uncomfortable at all. In fact, she surprised herself in thinking it was the most comfortable and comforted in the last many months. This thought made her lose her stability though. She turned quickly from him as tears streamed down her face.
“Mandy, What’s wrong? Talk to me my dear.”
“This…this is the first time I’ve felt comforted in a long, long time. Not only that but I feel happy. I-I wasn’t expecting you to show and you did and it just shows that you care. To be honest, that’s what’s bothering me.”
He drew her near him and held her shaking frame.
“What is it exactly that is bothering you? I mean if you feel that way, why are you crying. I do not understand.”
“I’m afraid of the past repeating itself. Afraid of letting go and falling again. Once I fall, I fear the same ending. The broken-hearted. I lived through it once but barely. I know I wont live through it again. Why am I telling you this, no even better, why am I letting this get to me as it is.”
Mandy stood up and paced by the couch trying to stop the shaking and the sobbing. He stood up and lightly grasped her by the upper arm and held tight, not letting her pace. He held her face in his hand and stroked her cheek.
“Mandy, listen to me, bad things happen to good people. There’s nothing we can really do about it except to heal, and move on. As long as I’m here I’ll always look out for you and protect you. You saw today that I showed up so this proves that I am a man of my word. Trust me.”
He leaned forward and kissed he gently on the lips and she kissed back…

Mandy woke with a start, and looked around. She found herself on her couch in the basement. She leaned back on a pillow and thought to herself.
“Was if real or was it just a pleasant dream? Whether it have been real or dream it made me happy. A happiness I haven’t felt in a long time and even for a short time, that’s all I ever wanted. Thank you.”
Mandy fell back to a deep sleep with a smile on her face. Only to dream of him and that newly found happiness again.


July 26th, 2007
Just a short story i randomly wrote couple months ago that I completely forgot about until i went through my computer files looking for a pict a buddy sent. Since my camera broke and i have no scanner, i figured I'd post this to show that i havent died and that im still here.

Please tell me what you think, and no its not real so chill out!!
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Mekryd's avatar
T'was interesting, and a nice story. The dialogue was rather fluent, if you were aiming for a realistic conversation (sadly enough, coming up with eloquent speech on the spot, while emotional, isn't as easy as books and movies lead you to believe).

Left me feeling nice in the end.

But if it's not real, why's it in non-fiction? xD