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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 22:28:33 GMT
I sat on the windowsill; my eyes staring out into the vast black with a cigarette pressed to my lips.
I was nervous.
And I always chain-smoked when I was nervous.
"I can't believe this is happening." I whisper to myself.
"I can't believe this is happening to me."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 22:31:36 GMT
I walk in, lost in my own thoughts. I looked up and shook my head, seeing Blaise smoking again.
"What's wrong now?" I ask her.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 22:33:25 GMT
I hear someone walk into the Owlery, swiveling my head only to reveal it's Morgan.
I turn away from her, "What isn't wrong..." I trail, taking a drag on the cancer stick.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 22:36:27 GMT
"Blaise..." I paused. "You going to fill me in or just lock yourself away and not tell me?" I say.
Damnit...
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 22:37:35 GMT
I chuckled darkly.
"I dunno, can't really say for sure."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 22:42:34 GMT
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" I inquire.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 22:44:22 GMT
I whip around and smudge the remaining stub into the concrete wall.
Gracefully, I light up another one and inhale deeply, "Things are just, so fucked up right now." I manage to splutter out.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 22:50:46 GMT
"Well maybe you should talk to me about it instead of thinking that cancer stick is going to make everything alright." I say.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 22:51:49 GMT
I gave her a dirty look and continued to inhale the toxic smoke.
"Its calming my nerves better than you are." I suggested.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 22:53:52 GMT
"Well if you want me to leave, just say so." I say coldly.
I hate it when she gets like this...
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 22:55:12 GMT
My eyes flashed from her to the door and then back to her. That was seriously the last thing I wanted right now.
"No, company's nice." I reply, turning back to the window and blowing the smoke out in little rings.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 22:59:18 GMT
I looked away and leaned against the wall. "Yes it is, but you don't really seem to be enjoying my being here at the moment."
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:02:53 GMT
I closed my eyes a let silence fill my ears.
"You don't know the whole story Morgan." I reply, realizing it was a foolish answer, because she had asked me what was wrong and all.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:04:11 GMT
"Well maybe I would know if someone would tell me." I state.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:05:07 GMT
"Things are just so hard right now." My eyes were still closed and my head was leaning against the wall, "I feel like I'm going to die..."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:09:17 GMT
What the hell is up with her...
"Blaise, I can't say anything that might help if I don't know what your talking about." I sigh, lolling my head against the wall.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:10:18 GMT
"Just, gah, fuck it." I say, defeated.
I jump off the windowsill and take a seat on the floor.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:14:43 GMT
I stay silent and look at Blaise. It was clear to me that whatever she was locking inside, she didn't plan on sharing. "Im sorry then, I can't help you..."
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:16:44 GMT
"It's not that easy, okay!" I shout at her, feeling my face flush red with anger.
"Its not that easy..." I repeat, slinking back down into my sitting position and placing my head into my hands.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:21:59 GMT
I feel the frustration growing; radiating off of me. "BLAISE!" I shout. "Don't you get it! I want to help you and try and make it easier but your not letting me!"
I thought about what I had on my mind when I'd first walked in, No, not now...
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:25:49 GMT
I bit my lip and held my anger in.
"Don't you fucking see?!" I shout viciously at her, "I can't tell you, because I don't even for surely know myself!"
I brought my knees up to my body and rested my head on them.
"Morgan, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just, don't have that same energy and spark I used to. I feel like my insides are rotting."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:28:50 GMT
"Thats just it Blaise, I do see. I've got quite a bit on my mind at the moment too." I paused and slid down the wall to sit on the floor.
"But there has to be a reason or maybe a someone behind whats wrong with you Blaise." I state, trying to control my frustration and calm myself down.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:30:52 GMT
"Why, what's bothering you?" I question, trailing from the subject at hand.
Completely avoiding the 'someone' part of her statement as well.
That pretty much hit home.
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:35:54 GMT
"Blaise..." I glare at her.
I knew I should have never said anything...
"Don't edge away from what we were talking about. Now, Im going to take a wild guess and say its a someone because the Blaise I know wouldn't let anything aside from that get to her."
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:38:12 GMT
I smiled weakly.
"And the Morgan I know usually always gets things right like that."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:45:09 GMT
"Ahh...well I'll tell you this, keeping it all locked away isn't going to make anything better. And neither is that." I say pointing at her cancer stick.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:47:49 GMT
I roll my eyes
Always looking out for my health...
"I always chain-smoke when I get like this, and you know it." I reply, lighting up again, "And yeah, I know, bottling everything away doesn't make it all go away. But it's just so hard Morgan, I feel like there's this big gaping wound in my body."
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 5, 2007 23:51:06 GMT
"Sorry Blaise..." I say. "There's nothing I can do about that." I scoff.
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Post by Blaise Mitchells on Jun 5, 2007 23:58:25 GMT
I just sit there silently, glaring at her.
She's helpful...
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Post by Morgan Thomas on Jun 6, 2007 0:00:32 GMT
"Look, Im just taking out on you things that aren't your fault but my own. Im sorry and I really want to help you Blaise." I sighed. "I want to see the the old, crazy ass Blaise." I laugh slightly.
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