"He said he doesn't want me anymore..."
"But why?"
"I wouldn't know his reason behind that! He said nothing to me, but 'I'm tired'!"
"Oh no girl..."
"I think I'll go over to meet him again to find out his reason"
"No girl, you shouldn't do that!"
"But I need to know.. I really need to know!!!"
"I understand... but--..."
"No, you don't understand. I just can't live without him. He's my life!"
"Of course not girl, he's not! Stop saying that!"
"He is.. I know he is..!"
"I said he's not! Stop saying that!"
"And I said he is..! His seed lives inside of me!"
"What?! Cilia…?"
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The hot summer wind touched my face softly, sending shivers through my body. For a brief moment, I thought that there were fewer days left of summer. For about half an hour, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes stunned from it's cold and blond state.
My face was pale and seemed to reflect an exhausted look. Squeezing my eyes together, I took a deep breath. As I finally felt normal again, I have to tell you that it was about half of that night.
Looking down to my toes, every limb having lost its feelings, my mind and body were intertwined. Picking up the old grumpy expression, I strode to my bookshelf, with trembling hands, I took one. Sluggishly walking back, I fell to the bed.
Suddenly, the door opened, and I looked up to see him looking at me intently the whole time. There was something strangely familiar about him, as he was with his glasses. His face seemed to have a strange intensity that I have never seen in him, he looked almost sinister. He took off his glasses and saw me looking at him and he smiled. Incredibly, it was more like an evil grin than a normal smile.
A shiver passed over my body as he sat on the arm of my chair, the nearest chair to my bed. I could not take my eyes off his terrifying smile. Slowly, I crawled towards him, taking my book with me. He stopped smiling suddenly and looked directly at me, his eyes questioning mine. It happened so quickly that I was caught off guard that I had not the chance to say anything.
The hot color of his eyes' glow was penetrating my field of vision, I suddenly felt like I was sitting in a spotlight, my soul was awakened and stripped naked by the allure of his gaze.
"Why is this man staring at me?" I asked hesitantly. He slowly tilted his head to the side and gave me a seductive grin. A trace of sassiness came into his eyes as he held my gaze, with no words released.
I wondered, and at that moment I felt I wanted to throw up from the pure and intense pressure, as a deep black abyss was swirling inside my stomach, like boiling lava, it felt like being engulfed by a raging torrent, each and every sense heightened beyond comprehension and it was difficult to stop. I began to shudder violently. I struggled to get control of myself as I tried to redirect my gaze.
He had something to say to me, but he did not bother to verbalize anything, his very body and the silky glimmer of his clothes still managed to reduce my air of consciousness. It felt like he was trying to draw me into a world that was neither real nor present as he slowly walked into my room. I thought it was actually happening, until a cool breeze dropped across my skin. And he immediately sank to the floor. Not the floor, the floor had an incredible depth, and yet, he was right there and sitting comfortably. I could feel the tension, knowing that the longer I stayed silent, the longer he would have to actually sit down.
"I just thought-" I stuttered.
Right on my sofa, he pulled his pyjama legs up to the knee, and rested his chin on his knee. It was almost like he didn't want to look at me, but he did anyways.
Lifting up his head, he looked at me with piercing eyes that bounced with sparks of pore conviction and determination. He lifted his arms in the air, and then finally, he turned around, and sat in front of me in a glimpse of ungodly power. I had the urge to bolt and run as fast as I could, but a force held me down. A hundred chills shot down my spine as he gave a wink, a sexy, sultry smirk. The energy vibrated through the room, heating up my blood and making me tremble in an uncontrollable way. He sat in a perfect spot, his legs folded across the side of the bed and arms resting on his knees. He sighed in an almost disappointed tone, but it didn't last long. A small, devious smirk crossed his face as he turned and leaned down to kiss my neck. I groaned and then blushed.
"I'm happy to have you, my best friend." He told me. A shock of pleasure coursed through me. I pulled him close and kissed him hungrily. He pulled back a bit and cupped my cheeks. His grin left me uncontrollable.
"I don't understand you today, you're acting kind of weird. You okay..?" I snapped. His arms reached for my shoulders and I shoved him away from me.
Shocked at his expressions. His hair tickled my face, making me chuckle. I cringely avoided his gaze. I wanted to act cool, mature and slightly pissed off for a while, but a chill ran through me when I thought of the tiny, sexy smile he gave me. I simply glanced up at him, his eyes gleaming in amusement as he stood, looming over me. But he wasn't smiling anymore. I gasped in shock."Of course baby... I'm doing great! Am I not looking good to you..?""Really..? If you were, would I be asking..?His statement didn't sit well with me. I wanted to slap the grin off of his face, but instead I closed my eyes, pretending to be upset."Hey baby! Please don't start now, okay. I'm doing just fine..." He said
"I wish our friendship is for real. I wish I could meet him in person. He seemed so nice each time I saw him.""That's just a product of your illusion Cilia! He's not really existing.""Oh no Melinda, I don't think so.""Of course he doesn't. He w-....""Oh please... Don't even go there! He seemed so real." I paused, glancing around as I felt a sudden air passed me. "Well, you won't understand.""Come on girl, go get dressed, let's go grab some..... Well, It's almost lunch time already, let's grab a quick bite." She paused. "Do you remember Sanny?""Which if the Sanny's?"
The brightness of the weather was cool and foggy; the sky had a greyish turquoise tint, like the silt in the buckwheat straw of a wagon. Snow had fallen during the night, and its warm damp was now sticking to the seams of the sea. Not a breath of wind stirred the quiet air. It was very still, but a draft would blow across the street and make a little flurry of feet on the sidewalk.Completely forgetting about the people who brought me to the beach, I slowly walked around the dense pine trees on the western side of the street, taking stock of the quiet street, my gaze still fixed on him, until I saw him sitting alone, across the narrow gap of a building, with a newspaper spread on his laps. Walking closer to him, I made sure my gaze was planted on his face, hoping not to miss a single moment of him.As I walked closer, he pulled
Melinda left Sanny and me to go get some snacks, just for reasons best known to her, because we already had enough to take. Staring at the cup of popcorn in my hand, Sanny shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out a face towel. He gently wiped my tears and I thanked him, exchanging a few warm smiles. He handed me back the moistened towel with a wink once he started eating my snack. At that point, I felt so relaxed with his presence, and smiled. With a stop to get more popcorn, for he had already almost finished mine, he engaged me in a quick round of conversation. I was blown away by the fact that he didn't just know how to ask me questions, but actually seemed to know a lot about me. All thanks to Melinda. "Alright guys, time to go home!" Melinda returned with some bags of packaged goods for our lunch.  
"I mean, you're Joey..?" I froze.The heavy electric guitar riff began as a continuation of the last track in my head like the sound of distant thunder. There were a few moments of silence when it sounded like a tune was escaping from the speakers, but finally, the guitar turned into lyrics, and there were no more thoughts to accompany the band. I iced, breathing so heavily with my hands right by my sides, feeling like they were paralized. My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted."Hey, what's wrong? Did I say anything wrong?" He held me as I was gradually slipping to the ground. Nothing I could answer.Nothing anyone I could say. He pulled me up, back to my feet. He didn't make me stand. He just grabbed my arm and p
It was a very long and cold night, one of many over the years that make up the story of Rocky and Bea. I'm not entirely sure how to make it any shorter. I woke up quite late, stretching myself out on my bed, trying to reach out to Joey, for I needed his warmth but I was surprised that he wasn't there at my reach."I could remember we slept here together on this bed; where could he have gone to this early in the morning?" I thought to myself, glanced around with my eyes partly open.Then, I got out of bed to take a look around the house as I walked down the stairs, I felt a strange electricity in my body. I paused and looked downwards, in-between my thighs as I felt this hot liquid coming out of me. I pulled my legs apart, and took my time to look at my womanhood. "Oh my God!" I gasped at the sight, and as I touched the liquid,
"Joey.. Joey... Please come fast please! I'm in trouble. I've got to get to you, right now. Help me, please. I can't help the situation here as I don't understand what's going on in my house!""Hold on Cilia, what's the matter? What's happening?""I don't even know! I can't seem to explain anything right now..!. Everything seems to be turning upside down right before my very eyes... Please come over and help me out... Please just come! Please...!!!""Alright, alright, Cilia! Hold on.. hold on please, take a deep breath... Get some fresh air, and I'll be there in a jiffy! Okay girl?I just could not seem to respond after his last words to me, as words failed me completely. My mind could only imagine what
Words failed me as I felt my entire body iced. Oh yeah, it was like I was completely out of this world, entirely! I could see tears welled up in his eyes. Then he brought his head down to the side and said to me in a whisper, "what if I asked you to help me avenge my death, Cilia?""Jeeezzz… Huh? Death...? I don't get it Joey. What do you mean by 'death'?""You won't understand.""Then make me to, because you're scaring me right now!""I know Cilia, and I'm sorry about that. But, you don't have to be scared!" He screamed and paused. The room became extremely cold. I saw tears like blood dripping from his eyes, running down his cheeks, but none was touching the ground.&nb