Afternoon
Once I gathered the ingredients from Robin, I slipped back to the hut, but made a pitstop at Melanie's. She and I had a little giggle fest and she gave me something. Whether it would be used or not was in question.
I went to the hut and retrieved my bucket. I set my knife, makeshift cutting board, potatoes, taro, carrots, onions, and venison outside. I built a small fire, filled a pot with water, and headed to the falls again. I got a fresh bucket of water and returned. Carrying Christopher in one hand and a bucket of water in the other proved to be a task. Once returned, I set Christopher beside me, took a seat, and washed the vegetables. Before long, I was peeling, slicing, and putting things in the pot. I dusted my hands off and started working with the dumplings, keeping an eye on the wouldbe stew.
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 dinah_is_lost
2005-04-28 00:10
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I lay on the bed, tired, hurting, hungry, and cranky. I needed to get up, but when I tried, my leg wouldn't support my weight. "Damn it!" I cried out in frustration, ready to cry. I wanted a thick porterhouse steak, a baked potato, and a morphine chaser, and I wanted it now. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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charlie_is_lost
2005-04-28 13:06
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I really liked Shannon... but as a friend... it's just odd... knowing that the kid she's carrying is Boone's and I still can't seem to get over Claire. I thought it just might work... but I don't know what to do. Should I carry on with it or just tell her now that I want to be just friends? I sighed and dug in my bag, looking for that hidden part of me no one knew about. My fingers finally found the comforting thick leather cover and I pulled it out. I leaned over again and found a pen. I opened it to a blank page and tried to write... but I couldn't. It was too stuffy in this bloody hut. I slammed the door to my hut as I left and sat up against a wall. I rested the journal on my knees and it opened by itself to the first entry. The day I found Rebecca in bed with my best friend. I traced my fingers over the tear-stained page. I hadn't thought about her in a very long time.
I opened the door, calling her name, but no answer. I tossed the keys onto the counter and called for her again. Still - no answer. No note, nothing. I headed to our bedroom. Before I opened the door, I stopped. My heart was pounding. Courage, Charlie, I told myself as I opened that door. It was a sight still burned in my mind. I instantly knew it was my best friend in bed with her. I screamed through my tears for them to get out. To just get the hell out of my flat. They both kept apologizing. I repeated 'Get out!' and 'Shut up!' every time they apologized.
My BEST friend and my FIANCE! Why? Why were they doing this? Images flashed in my mind. His fingers in her hair, a kiss on the cheek. Just friends, she said. They were just friends. She was double dealing. Getting a bloody rock god and a good guy both at the same time... I tried talking to Liam about it, but he just said 'That's life, baby brother. You'll find someone else.' I punched him and then bought this. No one will know about it. I'll take it with me everywhere I'll go. I just need someone to talk to...
That was four and a half years ago... and it still hurts. I wiped my eyes and looked up due to a shadow hovering over me.(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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melanie_is_lost
2005-04-28 19:31
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After gathering the coconuts, I pulled a bottle of wine from the stash and slipped off. It wouldn't be that good, but it would be something of a mixed drink. A retarded pina colida, as I would call it.
I cracked and split the coconuts, filling two glasses. One I filled mostly with juice, and the other I hardly covered the bottom. I filled the nearly empty glass with wine and added some juice on some. I barely topped the other with wine. I grinned as I passed Claire---she was walking to the beach. Perfect time for my plan. No one was a dick to me twice.
"Hey, Jack," I called, beating on their door. "I offered this to Claire, but she said you might need to relax more." A lie, but he wouldn't know that.(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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charlie_is_lost
2005-04-28 22:07
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I took Christopher up the beach a bit, near the fire, to keep him warm. One good thing about kicking my habit... I got to be around Christopher again. I set his carrier on the sand and rocked the carrier with my hand. Why the sudden outburst of drunks? I shook my head. Thank god no one's offered me some. I chuckled, watching Christopher throw his hands up and watch them intently. I found myself turning into that softie again. I couldn't help myself... I leaned forward and gently lifted him from his carrier, bringing him close to me. I chuckled as he recognized me and curled up against my chest. I began rocking him and sang 'Catch a Falling Star' to him.
After a time, Claire came to pick him up and I headed into my hut, feeling a horrible withdrawal attack coming on. I took the heroin out from under the floorboard and headed to the shore, tossing them out. Didn't want it near me... or Claire, for that matter. I headed back to my hut and curled up on the floor, focusing on other things. In between attacks that night, I tinkered on the piano or my guitar, scribbled random things in my journal, thought of Claire, or thought about my past actions... Let this pass... please... I can't take this pain...
[last post for the weekend, see you all Sunday! XD But mention his music or something. XD Poor Charlie. XD](Reply to this) (Thread) |
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