Real Daydreams
By: Akkiko
A/N: Lyndaura, as friend and slave of Pyro Gorge, demanded that I post another chapter. Here it is, and yes her brother in law did do what you think he did. It`s a good character trait for a mentally disturbed person, helps explain a lot. Anyway - e-mail me!!!!!!!!!! Lyndaura won`t count next time-___-
Chapter 2:
I don`t know how, and I most likely never will, but Jake broke the ice. I`ll let you know that I wasn`t an outrageously gorgeous girl with a perfect body, if anything I was the complete opposite. I had a lumpy bumpy body, no butt, a big stomach and no chest. My arms were small in comparison and my legs were big. I didn`t like my body, so I decided to change it. I would go on walks, alone. It became a habit. Somehow Jake began walking with me.
Now that I think about it, I wonder if it was my face. I had a round baby sort of face, light green eyes, and short, curly blond hair. Even if I was cute though, my face stayed hard and I hated it when people tried to get close. Jake got close and I don`t know how or why.
It started with a little chit chat, then, unknown to me, he expressed concerns about me walking alone. My parents made me walk with him. That was where it all started. He would talk about his life. Normal things, where he grew up, what his parents were like, nothing to worry about. I actually started to look forward to the small talks. I began to talk to him.
I never show anything other than what I am to people, and so all my dark thoughts spilt from me. He would stare at me as I walked up the hill to my house and I would get the creeps from it. After a while I stopped walking all together. That happens with people sometimes. They get too close and I get scared. They know the real me.
Over the next few months, I forgot about him and I stopped missing my little walks. I stayed home and typed tirelessly on my computer. Eventually, I got a job. Life was good. I actually smiled a few times in the months that followed. Why I couldn`t trust him I didn`t know, maybe it was innate, maybe it was a survival skill I had acquired over those three years of my life. I didn`t know.
However, it was like I said before, fear and reason for fear hits you on an unsuspecting day, in an unsuspecting way, and than the darkness, and the coldness, and the mind-numbing paradox hits you - without warning.
I have said we have three dogs, three dogs which I have to take care of, not that I mind. There was Sammi, a friendly and adorable beagle, most likely the closest thing I`ll ever have to a niece. There was Max, big, black, and stupid beyond belief but lovable as well. Than there was my baby, Lancelot. He was the fine line for me between light and dark. He was a bad puppy, but I loved him no matter what pair of shoes he tore up. He was a bichon. They are small, white, and fluffy.
The dogs have a schedule for going out. Once in the morning, than again around five or six o`clock, than at around eight o`clock, and than at around nine thirty or ten. I sometimes like going out at night to think and so when I wait for them as they romp or - you know what - in their pen, I am thinking to myself.
This particular night was bitterly cold and dark. There was a new moon, which I hated. I always stared at the line of pine trees in our backyard to make sure that no one snuck up on me. I hated the dark. I hated shadow. I was afraid of the dark.
I gasped very slightly as I saw a figure, definitely male, run across a break in the pinetree line with his hands clamped to his waists and his fingers curled slightly. I froze, a natural reflex when I`m scared, and took slow breaths. My limbs went cold, but sweat dripped down my back as I stared wide eyes into the night. I heard the beagle growl a little, but I hissed for her to be quiet knowing that if there was someone out there, they would need noise as a mask for the sound of footsteps or a shotgun.
My knees started to shake and my mind whipped through every person that I had seen that day and the days before. Finally, too scared to do anything else, I whipped around, opened the dog pen, and dragged them inside. I don`t move fast, but I was scared and so I got to the door of my home at a speed that surprised even me.
I ran to my room, and flopped down trembling. Lancelot jumped up next to me and licked my face, not sure what was wrong, and neither was I. I was so suicidal, and here was my chance to die, what was holding me back? I tried not to think about it. I looked at my computer and typed with shaky fingers. My sister came in to talk to me but I was having a hard time listening. Fear was overwhelming me.
By the time I was supposed to take them out again, I had calmed down and determined to meet my fear head on. That`s what we all say though. We will meet our fear with fear, fire with fire, and it never works and this night was no exception. I put the dogs in the pen, than walked slowly and cautiously to the grove of trees. The lights in all the surrounding houses were out, and so all I had was the light from my house.
I didn`t scream when I was thrown to the ground, and I didn`t fight either because of the shock. Finally, I wriggled against the hands that held me down and I twisted against the body that was crushing me. I felt that fear creeping up on me. Cold and hot. Comprehendible and unexplainable. The heat was on my right ear, where he was whispering. "You haven`t met me for our walks Akkiko."
I tried even harder to get up now but he slammed my wrists into the cold and hard ground. I wriggled against him a little more but I wasn`t as strong as I thought, and I wasn`t as strong as him. Finally I relaxed, staring at him angrily. I could make out a grin on his face. "Whose here to save you now Akkiko?" I saw the glint of a knife, and would have screamed but I couldn`t. I was frozen, mind coming up with incoherent thoughts, fingers numbed and cold. He smiled again, slicing a small gash on my shoulder, which was bare because the jacket I was wearing was too big and so it had been pushed off. He leaned down again. "You belong to me Akkiko."
As quick as it had happened, it was over. He stood up and walked away, leaving me there in a trembling mess. I didn`t know what was coming, I had no idea what he had planned for me, but I knew I had been right about him all along. I swore not to tell anyone this, ever.