Saturday, 5 November 2011

As if I wasn't worried enough already...

You'll know that, ever since Tuesday's incident (you know, it's funny, I've realised that was All Saint's Day) it's been stressful for me to walk for any period of time outside. Well, I had work today, so I had to walk all the way across town. At least there were people around, but that didn't stop the blue guy last time, and I wasn't sure if they might be hiding down a dark side-street or something.

Work was good, though. A bit of manual labour gave me the chance to distract myself from everything. I was glad of the chance to forget my emotions and just stack to the bleeping of the checkouts.

It was dark when I finished. I stepped out to see the first of the fireworks burst out of the nearly black sky. It was soon answered by others across the town. I had my jacket with me, but I still felt chilly. When I was well underway, I stopped and turned to gaze at a particularly flamboyant and boisterous display. Suddenly, a gloved hand clamped itself over my mouth. I tried to yell but the noise was too muffled for anyone to hear. I tried to struggle but powerful arms held me tight. A voice, calm and smooth, whispered in my ear.

"Hello Barbara." I squealed and tried to struggle again, but he held me firm. "I realise we must have spooked you something awful on tuesday, so I asked the boss and he agreed to give you another chance."

He paused.

"I know it must be a big decision for you, what with you being well on the way to being accepted in this... society, so we'll give you some time to think it over, say, two weeks? No need to track us down, we'll find you."

He paused again. I tried to struggle again. He didn't let go.

"You're a good girl. I know you'll make the right decision." The hand lifted, the arms were gone. I turned, but I couldn't see anyone. I ran the rest of the way home.

I've got to go. Dad's taking me out to a display. I would have had this up earlier, but while I was typing our next door neighbour decided to have a display of his own, and my bedroom window was a prime spot for observation. I'll probably be back on later, if not, then arrivederci.


  1. Well if you do change sides you'll have at least one friend. :)

    You'll choose what your heart knows is right.

  2. Oh, hi Ryan. Thanks, I guess. I really don't know what to do. To be honest, I'm pretty scared about the whole thing. If I don't join him, I don't even want to think about what he might do to me. On the other hand, I don't think I can. I don't think I have it in me to hurt anyone. At least, not anymore. And I've woked so hard to get where I am. But then, if he's going to take that all away anyway ...

    Do you ever regret joining his side?