Forever Starts Today Chapter 12 & What the... Pictures!
phishfood1301:
There is a huge block on me. Yes the dreaded writes block. As my sims are going haywire, &%*&$$ Maxis I will write from now on (on this story only) basicly my Life from my diary enteries. The charchter of me will be played by Lilith. Thanks and here is Forever Starts Today New and Improved exuse the language, It's my dark day.
A light? A bright light? Who are you stranger and why are you in scrubs? “Push?” You tell me. Push what? Ow! What is that pain? Yes! I can hear you! What? Me? A baby? No, no, miss scrubs, I’m a good girl! I’m not pregnant! Teen pregnancy is for sinners! So I’ve made a few bad choices, miss scrubs! But I’m a good girl! Ow! The pain! It’s unbearable! Why does it hurt so? Miss Scrubs you’ve got it all wrong. Mia Lynton is the school slut! Look at her! A mini skirt and a tube top! She’s the one who should be here! No Me! I am a good girl! I have good grades. I’m on the debate team! I’m the Junior Classics League President! I AM A GOOD GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!
Ow! It’s over…..Wait? What do you mean he’s not breathing? No! Don’t take him from me! DYLAN! Please I’ll be a good mom. I’m a good girl. The light. It’s fading. My eyes. Their tired. Maybe I’ll just close them. Only for a minute.
RIP
Dylan Gross
10:31 am June 24 1986-June 26 1986 1:00 am
("nothing we could do")
Funneral Day
What am I? I am a thing; I have feelings that hurt easily. What am I? I am a thing, I want no pain. What am I? I am a thing who feels dead. What am I? I am, I am. I am me. I am a thing who cries. I am a thing who lies. What good am I am now? I have failed the thing that grew from me. Oh, how they laughed. Poor girl. They say. Easy. They say. Slut, baggage, used goods, been around the block… Oh they think I can’t hear! Friends lost. Is my touch going to get you pregnant? Can you not console your once friend who has lost her only child? Can you not send her a letter that says ‘thoughts are with you’? He is gone. My stomach, it looks like it was never a home. He deserves better than that tiny funeral. The Rev. Kelly wouldn’t look me in the eye. Only a few feet away from me, sits the boy who I hate. He tries to act sad. But I see through it. I stare him down. He is the trash, the slut, the baggage, the used goods. He winked at me. After the tiny coffin I laid into the ground. He walks over. He tries to make small talk. But he knows he has a victory. He’s slept with half the girls in school. He thinks “god” watches over him. That the one who got pregnant, was punished. A life created only to die within hours of birth. He asks if I want to go back to his place. He and the guys are having a party… for a friend… not for… what was his name? DYLAN! The greenest eyes, the softest skin, and tiny wisps of brown hair. DYLAN! He acts so cocky. Like nothing ever happen! I prayed for light to shrike him down, oh heaven father help me seek my revenge! Nothing. A flower from the cherry tree floats on down to his head. Well, If I wasn’t a sinner then. Throwing a bible at him made me one. It breaks and papers fly into summer breeze. Stone silence. I march off heels getting caught in the deep grass of the old grave yard with what dignity I have left.
Astral Faery:
Whoa. This is deep. And full of many strong emotions. Very well done!
phishfood1301:
thanks. That really for my diary. here's a second one. I'm going in order now.
Chapter 2 N&I
As I looked at these rich snobs I felt a little sorry for them but worse for me. They had money, Power, and a great family life. Lena and Luna. Who names their twins that? They finished each other’s sentences. Have identical cars with licenses plates Twin1 and Twin2. Barf. The reason I feel sorry for me, is I’m playing at their seventeenth birthday party. The year is 1985 and I’m fifteen. It’s a lame party. They screaming and giggling. They’ve just open a present from their grandfather. Inside is a check for 10 grand for each of them. I look at Monica. She laughs. We’re their band. Me, Monica, David, Leo and when she feels like gracing us with her presence Carrie. Tonight Carrie is here. Carrie is their cousin. That’s how we got this gig. Carrie, who I still think is sometimes a rich snob, looks at me. It’s the “Don’t screw this up!” look. I usually book the gigs. But Carrie begged and pleaded, and of course made out with Leo. Leo then took her side. Once Leo took her side, Monica, who loves Leo, took Carrie’s side and me and David were out voted. This always happens whenever Carrie wants something. Carrie is not a fan of the stuff we usually play so she skips. But tonight, is her night. I pick up me electric guitar, which she made me peel the stickers off, and start the god awful song “Wake me up, before you go-go.” As we play the twins squeal and grab there ugly boyfriends and start to dance. David hits the drums, Leo strums the bass, Monica plays the keyboard, and Carrie sings. I’m usually the lead female, but it’s “her” night. But just in case there’s a microphone in front of me. This crowd is making me sick. They dance like its 1950 or something. All the sudden Carrie stops singing. I think “Dear god.” And take over. Carrie’s bright red, and grabs the tambourine. It’s the lamest of all instruments, we don’t need it. She doesn’t even know how to play it, she just randomly joins in. She’s only in this band because she’s doing Leo. Leo is somewhat the head of the group, only because his mom let’s us use their garage for practice.
The party is ending, thank god! People are leaving. We start to pack up when Carrie gets mad. “Why are you guys packing?” She yells in her annoying nasally voice. She sent the summer with her other cousins in the California valley, and now insists on talking like a valley girl. Of course she’s yelling at me. I’m the youngest in the group, but I’m the glue that holds it together. David tells me I can defuse any situation. He thinks I should be a psychologist. I think it’s funny when he says that. I can’t defuse my screwed up family, why would I try anyone else’s? They all turn to me, and give the “Please stop her psychotic rage.” Once Carrie went crazy on Monica, broke her nose just because Leo said that she was looking hot. “It’s midnight Cinderella; our fairy godmothers are going to angry that we stayed out so late. Plus, we only get paid till 11, which was an hour ago.” Just then Mr. Snobs comes over and says “feel free to eat the leftovers.”
And we all change our minds. So we sit on the ground at the rec center which they’ve rented out, and get drunk. I wasted out of my mind say to David “You know your not bad looking for a guy.” He’s not so secretly loved me since kindergarten. He was the first one I told I was gay. But that didn’t stop him. Angie, my sisters’ mother and dad’s and live in girlfriend thinks I should go for it no matter how many times I explain gay. Anyway, David who’s almost as wasted as me says “You’re smoking hot. If I could, I do you right now.” Everyone laughs. Jokingly I reply “Go head stud, I think I can handle the man whore.” He starts moving closer and we kiss. Monica throws a nacho at my head and says “Get a room!” So we do. And we had sex.
The next morning I wake up in a broom closet with my pants unzipped and in just my bra. I’m also in David’s arms. I start to move away. He only holds me tighter. I say “Dude, let go.” He replies “just another minute.” “Seriously man, I need to get home.” He smiles and lets go. “Need a ride?” he asks. As we walk out of the closet. “Yeah.” I say. The place is empty. “I think you need one too.” We took his VW to get here, and now it’s gone. I pick my guitar. His drums are missing. In the strings there’s a note. “Lilith + David, We took the BandMoblie home. His drums are in it. Left Lil’s guitar cause you’d kill us. Have fun with your dad Lil!” They only mention my dad because David’s parents don’t care. He does this all the time. David insists on walking me home. I’m pretty mad at him so I decline. But we live next door to each other. So we walk on different sides of the street in silence.
phishfood1301:
David’s House is first. He pauses like he wants to say something, But I rush into my house. David’s dad is a Reverend. His mom’s a nurse at our high school. Their most happy when David’s happy. They don’t know that I’m gay. I’m sure of that because they like me and are always letting me crash their after a fight with Angie or Dad. Angie is my sister’s mother. She’s always talking about how she and my dad are going to get married one day. This makes me laugh. The tricky she-devil only lives with us and had Meg because she “accidentally” didn’t tell my dad she was pregnant before the abortion cut-off. Every time I feel like I’m going to be stuck with her for forever dad says “I love her dearly.” Which in the Professor Mitch dictionary means “it’s over and she won’t leave”, of course Angie, with IQ of 60 thinks that he means “I be with you forever.” Whenever their having “problems” Angie feels the need to talk to me about it, Of course I want to hear about my father’s sex life! My mother? Lord only knows where she is. My father and her where together when she was in college, she was one of his students, they dated, she got pregnant, he did which he tells me was a mistake, the right thing and stay with her. She gave birth, and disappeared a few days later when she went to get “diapers”. Sometimes she writes me and asks for a recent picture. I’ll send one but half the time it comes back with the change of address stamp. He says her name is Mimi. Mimi what? He has no idea! We moved next door to David and his family when I was four and he was six. His mom basically became my mom. They have a spare bedroom that they say when people ask whose it is, is mine, after David’s brother, Harry, moved out when he went to college. Harry was cool. He was like my big brother. David’s always been my best friend. He was super excited when I was “asked not to come back” to my boarding school that my dad’s girlfriend at the time Sarah Lynn, sent me to. That meant I would go to his high school the next year. It’s October of my freshman year, and David’s junior year. He and Leo have been best friends since ninth grade. Monica’s in her sophomore year and a mutual friend of both of ours. One night over the summer we formed the band. The tambourine has no official player. We assign it to whom ever Leo or David is dating at the time. The “BandMoblie” is David’s. He, me, and Leo sent school breaks fixing up that thing. But its David’s because he paid for it and it’s up keep, Leo for gas, I got the short end of the stick, food. It’s like 1960 something VW bus with a cooler in it which I have to fill with food. They eat like pigs!
I enter the house and make a dash for the stairs. Their old and they squeak as you step on the fifth, eighth and second step. Angie hears me. Angie looks like she 50 even though she like 30 something. “Wheres ya been?” I’m at the top I turn and mockingly, of course, I say “Nos where!” She calls for dad. But I’m faster than that. I quickly switch outfits to my pajamas and mess up my hair. And climb in bed. He’s slowly coming up the stairs. Squeak! Pause. Squeak! Pause. Squeak! He’s drunk. I can tell by the fact that he’s pausing on the steps. He bursts open the door.
“Lilith! Are you just….” I have my plan laid out. “Jeez, Dad! It’s like 8 on a Sunday! What’s the matter?” He looks confused. Although I don’t like when he’s drunk its fun to play games with him when he is. “Uh… Rev. Kelly called; he wants to know if you want to come to church with them.” I shrug. I jokingly tell dad “I guess they can make me confess to some sort of sin.” Dad gives me what if he weren’t drunk a pat on the head, instead it’s a noggie. I get on my “Sunday best.” And brush my hair into a bun. Dad gives me a bag of coffee that he swiped for work to bring to them. Angie is still trying to convince dad that I just came in.
I knock on their perfect door. Their house is so well up kept that it makes our look stupid. Rev. Kelly answer. He looks surprised. “Hey Lil! Oh good!” He notices the coffee. “We need some, you know the Mrs.” I laugh. He stays next to me for a while. “Is everything alright Reverend?” “It’s just… David said he was with you, and…” “Yes he was with me. We were looking for Leo. He got in to some trouble and ran off with the BandMoblie.” This cools him down. “Oh. Good. Can you make the coffee? I need to get ready.” I nod and head for the kitchen. David’s asleep at the table. He’s drooling. It makes me wonder if he drooled on me. I turn on the coffee grinner and he shoots up and screams like a little kid.
“Morning Sunshine!” I say. “Lil? You’re here? Now?” “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all worked out! You and me were trying to find Leo all night after he ran off with the BandMoblie. He got into some trouble no need to specify let the mind do it’s work.” He looks hung-over. I pull some make-up out of my bag and apply it to his under eyes. He was kicking and putting up a big fight. He looked okay. The coffee beeped. “Want some?” He drinks it. “How come you’re not hung-over?” He asks me. “I don’t know. Maybe I slept all night. By the way, later let’s talk.”
We go church. Monica is there. Which for her, is like seeing a whale on desk at school out of place. I rush to her. We head to the nursery where I work. She tells me all about how Carrie really didn’t want to wake us up and she wanted to leave. Monica said she wanted to stay and wake us up, But she was out voted. I told her the excuse that me and David were using and she said she would us it too someday. We just talked all the time. She helped with the kids. Soon church was over. And she gave me a ride home. We stopped for donuts at where Rachel, another friend works. We talked her into free donuts and a soda. Something bothered me though. The guys behind the counter were laughing and smirking and quietly gossiping. I thought I was because I was wear a dress and wearing a big sticker that said “HELLO MY NAME IS Lilith.” Little did I know how wrong I was.
phishfood1301:
My sims game is having some trouble. I can not get to to not crash. I will post whatever pictues I can take, This will take time. I am sorry.
But here is a new chapter.
“Good Morning Bloomington! It’s going to another wonderful rainy day!” My radio alarm tells me. It’s Monday. I like Mondays. I think I can always start the week off right. Tuesdays are when reality comes crashing down on me. It’s pouring. I look through my window trying to see if David’s up. His room is still dark. I get dress and go downstairs. Dad’s asleep on the couch mumbling. I check on Meg. Meg’s just baby, a year old. I feel sorry for her. Dad didn’t and doesn’t want her. And Angie is just using her as an excuse to live here. She’s starving and has a dirty diaper. I don’t know what would happen to her if I wasn’t here. Kind of makes me wonder about when I was a baby. Who took care of me? Angie is asleep in the bathtub. She’s full clothed and dry. Why don’t they ever sleep in their bed? I grab a soda and I’m out the door. The BandMobile is gone. “What the hell?” I say. I knock on their door and the Reverend answers. “Hello Lilith. What can I do you for?” “Where’s David?” David is always my ride. Other wise I’d have to walk 2 1/2 miles to school. “He and Hannah left about an hour ago.” “Who’s Hannah?” I ask. Rev. Kelly looks confused. He knows if I don’t know her something’s wrong with her. “She’s yea high and has black hair. He was supposed to give you a ride wasn’t he?” I nod. Rev. Kelly asks me inside. He says something’s going on and he wants to know what. I tell him I’ve got to go to school.
I walk in the rain. It takes forever, but I finally get there. People are rushing in. The late bell has already run. I walk into the office. David’s mom is there. “Hi Mrs. Bruce.” I say without enthusiasm. “Hello Lilith. What’s wrong?” I lie and say nothing. She can see right through me. “Lilith are you mad that David didn’t give you a ride?” She asks as she shows me into her office. There’s a poster saying sex is a sin in her office. “Along with other things.” I can’t help but stare at that poster. “What’s going on between you two?” I want to tell her. If she wasn’t David’s mom I would. So instead I look at my feet. My shoes are really out of style. All worn out and falling apart. “Lilith? What’s the matter?” I leave without a word. And go to my first class. Mrs. Fox is telling the class about Greek mythology. As I walk in people start to whisper. I figure it’s because I’m late. I hand Mrs. Fox the pass and sit down. Mrs. Fox continues on and I relax. This is my favorite class. Donny Jakeson, the jock throws a note at my head.
I pick it up. It reads “My place? After school? You me and some vodka?” I turn and give him the finger. I start taking some notes on the Iliad when another on lands on my desk. It says “Come on! We both know that you aren’t a virgin anymore! So stop acting like it!” I crumple it up. He throws another one. This time I don’t bother to read it. He throws 3 more by the time class end. I rush out the door. He and his friends come after me.
“Lilith? Babe! Come on!” They say. I open my locker. “Lil, please. We just want to have sex! It’s better than in a broom closet and with David Bruce.” I laugh. “You like your little boyfriend?” He asks. “No. I thought of your reaction when I do this.” I kick him between the legs. He falls over. I close my locker and walk away. “Not cool!” Donny squeaks. I go to find David. Its 9:30 and it’s his smoke time. I walk right into the smoking bathroom. The guys are use to see me here. David freaks when he sees me. “Hey…Hi!” “Where the hell were you this morning?” He looks uncomfortable. “Nowhere. Just… where were you?” He tries to play the defensive. “I tell you where I was! Walking to school in the rain! And who the hell is Hannah? And why did she get a ride and I didn’t? If I catch a cold ‘buddy’…”
“How do you know about Hannah?” He asked. Everyone in the room started staring at us. “I talked with your dad. That car is partially mine too! I deserve a ride don’t you think? Since you told everybody about what happen?” “Hey! I only told a few people. Who’d you tell?” “Monica! But she already knew! Don’t you think it’s a little unfair on my part? I’m the slut and you’re the “cool” guy? Am I just another one of your little whores?” “Oh yeah?” he pushes me. “Oh yeah!” I push him back. We’re screaming now. “Get out! This is the boys’ room!” He says. “F you.” I say as I leave. The principal is walk in as I’m walking out. “Miss Gross! What do you think your doing in the men’s room?” “Leaving!” I march out of his way and down the hall. It looks like the entire school heard us.
I walk towards the front door. I plan on leaving. But Mrs. Bruce stops me. “Lilith what on heavens was going on?” “It’s your stupid son’s fault! I never want to! He got me drunk! Damn Him!” I run out the door. She doesn’t follow. It’s still raining. I’m still running. I head to the pizza shop. I order a pizza slice and a soda. Kyle says it’s on the house. Kyle is actually a girl. She’s really nice. A college student. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have school?” “I kind of left. I got into a fight.” “You must have beaten that person up good! You don’t have a starch on you!”
“It wasn’t a physical fight. Me and David got into it.” Kyle nods. “Maybe you should go back.” “I’m never going back.” I say as I leave. I leave a 5 as a tip. Kyle smiles and says “You have to go back sometime!” As I walk back towards home Rev. Kelly’s car pulls in front of me. “Lilith! What in are you doing here?” “Rev. Kelly I really don’t know anything anymore.” I continue walking. He gets out of his car and follows. “Lilith, was there a fight at school? They asked me to come in?” “Yeah. Me and David.” “What? Why were you two fighting?” I want him to leave me alone. “Sex really complicates thing.” I run up the hill. He stops and looks dumbfounded. I arrive at home. No one’s there. Meg’s at daycare. Angie’s at her job. So is dad. I have the house to myself. I go to my room and play my Bob Dylan. He’s my idol. I find myself falling asleep and soon I am.
Someone is pounding on the door. I get up. It’s 1 o’clock. “Lilith!” I hear as I head to the door. “Lilith!” I answer the door. It’s David. “You told my Dad! And my mom!” He’s really mad. “I guess I told more than one person.” I say. He’s pacing. “You have no idea what you’ve done!” “Me? You have no idea of what YOU’VE done.” I’m thinking of the dream I had. “This isn’t about who’s done what! My parents are really mad!” “Why? You have sex all the time with other girls.” “You aren’t like other girls!” “Thanks. I think. Sit down. I need to talk to you. I had this weird dream.” “Oh, Lil! This isn’t the time!” He’s still pacing. “I think…” I stop. I have no proof of what I’m about to say so I don’t say it. “They want us to get married!” He says. I look at him. I start laughing. He looks so serious. But he can’t be. “I’m not kidding!” He says as he sits down. “But, I mean I’m 15!” “You’ll be sixteen I four months. All they need is your parent’s permission.” I laugh harder to the point of tears. He laughs some too. “I what are they thinking?” He says. As we laugh I feel in the pit of my stomach, that dream is true.
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