See, that brief description up there might not be you, but it sure hell is me. I hate the holiday season, especially New Year's. Christmas isn’t half bad, except it’s just a total excuse the economy made to tell people to spend money. And tricking little kids into believing there’s a Santa Claus? I personally was never thrilled at the thought of a huge overweight man in a red suit coming into my house. Um, pedophile alert. But that whole Santa thing really crushed some kids.
I look out the window of my studio apartment with a beautiful view of New York City. I have the best view of Central Park out of everyone I know. Right now, it’s covered in a white blanket of snow. Even though snow’s pretty high up on my most despicable things list, I can’t help but admire the view. Sure, it’s a bitch to drive in. But at least it’s pretty.
Limousines have been driving past all day. Considering it’s New Years Eve, Times Square is a madhouse. Celebrities are pouring in from all over for Dick Clark’s annual bash. And there are crazy people who wait in line for days to see this thing. Um, are you mad? I can hear everything right here. And I’m not talking about turning on the TV and watching it. Yeah, it’s that loud.
I can never understand what’s so great about the new year. And if I get that it’s-a-fresh-start-and-a-chance-to-start-over bullshit one more time, I’m going to punch someone in the face.
Because let’s be honest, a new year means one thing, and one thing only. Sure it’s one more year of life. But it’s also one year closer to death. Maybe I’m being slightly morbid here, but don’t tell me you haven’t thought that before.
And what if I don’t want to move on? Maybe this year is the best year of my life. Who says I have to let it go and “start fresh”?
Or maybe I lost everything this year, but I still don’t want to let it go. Maybe I don’t want to let go of him. Maybe my world was perfect until he was gone. Maybe he was more than just a high school crush-turned-sweetheart. Maybe we would’ve been together forever.
But I’ll never know.
Screw the New Year. I can’t let him go.
Bringing you some pictures of the aftermath of the two-day storm I endured up here. Which is actually pretty wimpy, because it rained the yesterday.. so a lot of the snow washed away. Still a pretty decent showing though.
You hear them before you can see them. But who are they exactly? You don’t know
“What if she never wakes up?” a voice asks.
“She will. Trust me, I wouldn’t let her die.”
You wonder what that means. You try to think back to the last thing you can remember. But everything is fuzzy, like how a television breaks up when it rains. The things you remember don’t make sense… there’s always a missing piece.
Your eyes open, but your vision is glossed over. You blink a few times, gaining your bearings. You realize that you’re alone. Getting up from the cot you’re on, you see that you’re trapped in a padded oval room. The color white surrounds you.
A word pops into your head, and you realize what this place must be. An asylum. How did this happen? I’m not crazy, you think. But how can you possibly know for sure, considering that you can’t remember anything.
You wish there was a bathtub nearby; baths always cleared your mind.
That’s a crazy thing to wish for, you think. Maybe I am insane.
When you hear footsteps, you should be scared, but you aren’t. Frankly you’re too shocked to be scared.
You decide to situate yourself in the far left corner of the room, the spot furthest from what you thought to be the door. A moment later the door creaks open.
In came a man tall, stocky, his facial expression scary. Scary, because you couldn’t decipher it.
The man speaks."
“Where is he?”
Confusion sweeps over you.
“Where is who?” you ask.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Where is Sam? You know what our deal was. You’re the one who came up with it.”
“Deal…?” you say meekly. “What are you talking about? Who are you? What have you done to me?”
He grabs your shoulders, shaking you. “Don’t you see? Sam did this to you! He changed you! Your mind, it’s different. You don’t even remember me? Not even one bit?” he asks. He lets go, and you stagger backwards to the wall.
Your head is pounding. You don’t believe this man for a second. You love Sam. Sam wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.
“Why would I remember you?!” you cry. “I’ve never seen you before in my life! And I’ll never tell you where Sam is. I love him!"
The anger in his eyes is taken over by pure hurt.
“I never would’ve believe that you could be changed this quickly by these people. What have they done to you? You’re delirious. I never would’ve let you gone if I knew…”
He let’s out a frustrated scream, punching the padded wall. Then he put his hands over his face and collapsed to the ground. He’s unstable, even more so then you are. You think that if anyone should be locked in this padded cell, it’s him.
But then he looks at you, and a memory rushes back.
“Caleb?” you whisper.
Duh duh duhhhhh....
So what do you think?
I chose second person because I love messing around with it, and I thought it was unique since most people don't go that route.
And it's a flash 5 contests so I had to use the words (or variations of the words) delirium, stagger, corner, bathtub, and oval.
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Well, almost eliminated.
You see, the majority of people in this world called Encidious are blissnorant. Blissfully ignorant to complex emotions. Then there is the remote town of Philos, in the middle of what would be considered no-mans-land. These people are not blissnorant. These people know.
Uglies: Tally is about to turn sixteen, and she can't wait. Not for her license -- for turning pretty. In Tally's world, your sixteenth birthday brings an operation that turns you from a repellent ugly into a stunningly attractive pretty and catapults you into a high-tech paradise where your only job is to have a really great time. In just a few weeks Tally will be there.But Tally's new friend Shay isn't sure she wants to be pretty. She'd rather risk life on the outside. When Shay runs away, Tally learns about a whole new side of the pretty world -- and it isn't very pretty. The authorities offer Tally the worst choice she can imagine: find her friend and turn her in, or never turn pretty at all. The choice Tally makes changes her world forever.
Pretties: Tally has finally become pretty. Now her looks are beyond perfect, her clothes are awesome, her boyfriend is totally hot, and she's completely popular. It's everything she's ever wanted.But beneath all the fun -- the nonstop parties, the high-tech luxury, the total freedom -- is a nagging sense that something's wrong. Something important. Then a message from Tally's ugly past arrives. Reading it, Tally remembers what's wrong with pretty life, and the fun stops cold.Now she has to choose between fighting to forget what she knows and fighting for her life -- because the authorities don't intend to let anyone with this information survive.
Specials: "Special Circumstances" - The words have sent chills down Tally's spine since her days as a repellent, rebellious ugly. Back then Specials were a sinister rumor - frighteningly beautiful, dangerously strong, breathtakingly fast. Ordinary pretties might live their whole lives without meeting a Special. But Tally's never been ordinary.
And now she's been turned into one of them: a superamped fighting machine, engineered to keep the uglies down and the pretties stupid.The strength, the speed, and the clarity and focus of her thinking feel better than anything Tally can remember. Most of the time. One tiny corner of her heart still remembers something more.Still, it's easy to tune that out — until Tally's offered a chance to stamp out the rebels of the New Smoke permanently. It all comes down to one last choice: listen to that tiny, faint heartbeat, or carry out the mission she's programmed to complete. Either way, Tally's world will never be the same.