WingedRivers (wingedrivers) wrote in yoursecondlife, @ 2011-05-21 01:14:00 |
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Current location: | N.Huntingdon House |
Current mood: | awake |
Current music: | enduser - Two Third |
Entry tags: | arafel, asian ball jointed dolls, drama, melbourne, photostory, second life |
Intense Feelings
I apologize profusely! It's been quite a while since I've updated with a story. I have no excuse- I moved into our new home a while ago and got sucked into My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic when I could've been workin' on a photostory. XD
Initially, I wanted to do a summary kinda story to explain the long absence, but when I started takin' pics, Arafel and Melbourne kind of took over... So, it's one of the more dramatic of stories.
Warning: The end of the story has possibly trigger-sensitive material of self mutilation. There will be a red star to mark it, so you can enjoy most of the story without having to look at the pics. They aren't graphic, but I'm placing a warning just in case.
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Mel: Nngh...
Mel: I don't know what to write anymore.
Mel: All I can think 'bout is home. I hope Dad's alright. He could barely get along, even with me at home. I know he wasn't th'greatest, but he's still my Dad. I-I love him...
Arafel: Boo.
Mel: *lost in his thoughts* An' I don't even wanna think how Atticus is. I know I miss him like hell, an' I bet he's th'same. 'Cept the only diff'rence is I *know* I'm alive... He don't know that I am alive, an' that's killin' me...
Mel: I don't think-
Arafel: BOO.
Mel: Agh! *jumps up* Y'scared me!
Arafel: You're scaring me.
Mel: I-I'm scarin' you? I'm sorry, I didn't know I was...
Arafel: You don't talk anymore. You don't do anything, except stare. You stare a lot.
Mel: Oh, I... *pauses, thinking* I-I'm sorry...
Arafel: You used to write in this... What is it?
Mel: DON'T!
Arafel: ?!
Mel: I-I'm sorry, don't... Don't touch it. It's my journal.
Mel: *his voice is shaking* It's somethin' precious to me... I don't know if you can understand, but it... it helps... me...
Mel: I-I'm sorry, but you can't just look in it... okay? I'm sorry.
Arafel: ...
Arafel: *leans on him, giving a short sigh*
Mel: *tenses up*
Samuel Jones: Uff!! Melbourne?! Arafel?! Ya up here?!
Mel: *looks up, surprised and relieved* Samuel Jones?
Arafel: *glares*
Samuel Jones: Hup! Whew, I hate how big some of these things are...
Mel: *gets up suddenly* He-Hey. What's up?
Arafel: *falls against the mattress*
Samuel Jones: Heh, hope I'm not interrupting anything here.
Mel: N-No, you aren't. What's up? *nervous*
Samuel Jones: Mmmhmmmmm! Well, Elly's moving, again, an' needs help to lift the heavier stuff. Y'know, us men gotta go and be all manly for the women.
Mel: Sure, I can help.
Samuel Jones: Great! Come, young one, we go forth thisa way!
~Later~
Samuel Jones: And mission accomplished! Ah, to assist those in help, what a great day to be a man!
Mel: Heh, I guess...
Samuel Jones: Soooooooooooooo.
Mel: ...So?
Samuel Jones: You and Arafel sure are getting close, huh? She doesn't really hang out with us nearly as much as she hangs out with you.
Mel: Uhm, she just kinda follows me... It's kinda like a cat, y'know?
Samuel Jones: Meowza! And what a cat, amiright?!
Mel: ...Uhm...
Samuel Jones: Oh come on, you can't tell me that you two just "innocently" read together, can you? You're totally getting some action in there, huh? Huh?
Mel: NO, I'm not. An' I'm startin' t'feel uncomfortable with this conversation...
Samuel Jones: Hehe! No need to get shy.
Samuel Jones: Truth be told, I'm kind of jealous. Out of all of the guys here, you're the one who's closest to his goal, y'know? Ah, to find true love after death!
Mel: *grits his teeth and mutters* It can't happen to me...
Samuel Jone: I'm sorry, what'd you say?
Mel: I said I'll see you later.
Samuel Jones: Huh. What'd I say?
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