Robert and Jennifer

Ok, I've been asking around about my writing, and after six votes, the voting looks like this:

Robert and Jennifer - 4
The Devil - 1
Randomentalist - 1

From this i've guessed that Rob and Jen are going to storm it, and so now I just have to figure out what happens :p I'm going to start planning tomorrow. However, if anybody wants to have their say, go ahead, all ideas are welcome =D

If i get enough ideas I might even post it on my blog! (this time it'll be much longer, more action, more romance and more emotion).

Get ready people, it's gonna be awesome.

Story Time! (Last Part)

She said nothing on the way, and I wasn’t quite sure what to say, so I stayed silent. As we reached the gate, I saw the true size of the graveyard, it seemed big from the park, but the view from there was merely a fraction, it didn’t seem grim or anything, but the shear size of the place was kind of intimidating.

I was led around the church to a small area at the back. The gravestones were tightly packed together here, there was barely any space to stand in front of them. she pointed, her face showing no emotion, towards a gravestone just inside the third row, it read “James Maple, 1991-2007, rest in peace” nothing else, in front of the grave stood a picture frame of a grinning boy and a plant plot containing a group of blooming lilies. Jennifer proceeded to take the bag off of her back and produced a bottle of water.

I wasn’t sure what to say, I watched her water the plant, then a few plants in front of surrounding graves. It seemed a bit too much to take in all at once, I mean, this whole situation was practically surrounded by death, but now I was literally surrounded by death, and I was afraid. Not afraid of all the people lying around me, but of the fact that any point, one of my friends could join them. I didn’t like that idea at all,
“How often do you come here?” I spoke slowly and chose my words carefully. I didn’t want to offend her again,
“About twice a week,” she replied, not making any eye contact with me, which bothered me. After all, the eyes are the windows to the soul. Then I realized it, this was Jennifer, just on a darker scale, she cared, even after death, she still cared for her friends, that was amazing. The back of my eyes began to itch.

“If…if I lost someone, anyone…I wouldn’t treat them any differently, I’d still visit them, talk to them, buy things for them…care for them,” a tear rolled down my cheek, she finally looked me in the eye,
“And…what would you do?” She asked me,
“I’d go to a friend, everyone needs help at some point in their life. I’d go to you.”

Now, boys don’t normally cry, not unless they really can’t stop themselves, but when they do, they cry silently, and they cry away from those they love. I was with someone I loved, as a friend. I’d lost the schoolboy crush I had on her long ago, back on her desk. I was also crying silently, I didn’t care if she saw, I was only human. She took a tissue from her pocket and passed it to me,
“I’m sorry Robert,” she said, “I lost myself; I just wanted to escape from it all. But, in order to escape, I had to step into a trap. It wasn’t fair on you,”
“It’s ok, I understand,” I’d calmed myself by now, back to a wiser state,
“Really?” she seemed surprised,
I nodded, simply because I couldn’t explain it. She carried on with her explanation,
“I felt like I had nothing to live for, and I couldn’t figure it out. I was afraid.”
“But you figured it out?”
“Yes,”
“And what did you figure out?” She looked me right in the eyes, I felt defenceless against this new, powerful, gaze, it contained many things, friendship, respect, admiration, will, and that kind of love that can’t be explained in any way, it wasn’t a friendly love, but it wasn’t a girlfriend/boyfriend love, it was pure connection, she smiled at me,
“Robert, I live for you.”

Story Time! (Part 4)

After Jennifer had woken herself, we travelled downstairs, where I sat her on the sofa,
“I know why you did it,” I said, “I read the conversations; those people are dangerous, they make people kill themselves for fun! Nothing they said was true, nothing!”
“There’s another reason…they just brought it back, I figured they were fake after a while,”
“Let me guess, someone did what you nearly did to me a while back, and you want to be with them,”
“That was out of order Robert!” She stood up, eyes watering,
“What?!” I knew my guesses were lucky, but this was impossible, surely…
“Go home, I hate you!” She threw her inappropriately placed schoolbag at me; tears were streaming down her face,
“I’m sorry…I didn’t know!”
“I don’t care Robert!” She walked towards the door, “I’m going,”
“Where?!” I was slightly hysterical at this point.
“I’m not telling you Robert, just go home! And if you follow me I’ll call the police!” That worked.

I waited for her to exit her road before sitting on her doorstep, clutching her bag, trying to think of any place she would go to. Normally it wouldn’t have taken long but my thoughts were clouded by what she might do to herself and my own personal failure. It hurt to think that I could cause so much damage by getting so close to the cause of the problem, it really did. I couldn’t imagine what she was going to do; she didn’t appear to be thinking at all! After what felt like an age, it clicked.

There was this park not to far away from Jen’s house, with a graveyard next to it. She’d always seemed attached to it but I never knew why. Obviously, it all made sense now. I began to run, which isn’t something I normally do, my dignity no longer mattered. What had seemed to start as an accident had suddenly become a matter of life and death.

Death was the one thing I was most afraid of, more than heights, more than spiders, more than anything. I don’t mean my own death, I’m not that selfish, I mean anyone’s death, I want to prolong any life for as long as possible. I was four or five streets away from Jennifer’s house when I received a text. Nobody apart from Jennifer knew how to text me, so it had to be her. I whipped my phone out of my pocket, “Can you bring me my bag? I need something out of it” I guessed she thought I’d already figured out where she was and turned into the path that led to the park.

She was on a swing, facing away from the gate, she obviously wasn’t expecting me any time soon, so I called out to her,
“I want you to show me your friend,”
“Okay…but first, my bag,” She’d calmed down a fair amount since I’d last seen her, so I passed her the bag, not expecting any immediate danger. She caught the bag with her free arm, put it on her lap, took some silver coins from her jeans, and placed them in the side pocket. She then jumped off the swing and walked towards the gate, I assumed I was to follow.

Final part

Story Time! (Part 3)

Buses were only something I’d been using recently, I’d got this card that cut my fares in half, so I thought I’d might as well start using it. Jen didn’t talk much on the way to hers; she appeared to be deep in thought about something, something bad. I asked “is there something on your mind Jen?” four or five times, I only ever got “Oh? Yeah,” before she floated back to “Jennifer Land” again. In the end I turned my attention to the outside of the bus, realizing that one of us had to pay attention to where we were. As the bus turned into her road, I gave her a good flick to bring her back to earth. Her eyes widened and her face grew pale,
“Whassamatta?” I asked,
“Nothing,” she replied, quickly regaining control and bringing herself back to normal. She gave my arm a pull, “come on, I need a bath,”
“Charming.”

When we got in, she dragged me up to her room, sat me at her desk, grabbed some clothes and locked herself in the bathroom. Naturally, I’d been hoping for this to happen, I pulled out my memory stick and rammed it into her computer. What? You think I wouldn’t have planned? You’ve obviously not been listening carefully enough. Anyway, I booted up the computer and stormed into her documents.
“History, history, history,” I mumbled to myself, scanning the endless amount of folders,
“Gotcha!” I exclaimed, copying the folder to my memory stick. I needed to take a quick look before shutting everything down though. What I found was something else.

I don’t know how she found these people, I don’t know why they chose her, but I knew either way it was bad. These people were dangerous, no doubt about it. They played with peoples heads by posing as help, then driving them to suicide…I couldn’t catch them, they were invisible... Just scrolling through the conversations made me feel sick. Evidently they unpicked her feelings about her looks first and then her personality, finally making her admit suicide was the best way out. I hated it. Suddenly it dawned on me. Jennifer wasn’t bathing.

“Jen? Jennifer?” No reply, “Jennifer?!” Still nothing, I held my ear to the door, trying to pick up any kind of movement. Nothing! This was beyond bad, I couldn’t think straight…I knocked. Nothing. Knocked harder, still nothing! I tried the door, locked, obviously! Argh! I sat on the top stair with my ear to the wall, trying to slow my heart beat at the same time. Suddenly, movement! A quick splash, then heavy breathing. It was good enough for me.
“Jennifer!” I shouted,
“Wha…” was the dazed reply,
“Dry yourself, get dressed and come out please. We need to talk.”

Part 4

Story Time! (Part 2)

“Why didn’t you come to me?” I said it cautiously, unknowing of the answer,
“I wasn’t thinking, I’ve been speaking to these people…and it just all flashed in front of me, and I just…jumped.” She looked close to tears,
“Smooth… so this is why you want me here?”
“kind of, I don’t want help, I just realized that you’re the only guy that really cares about me, you really make my life better,” she smiled, “You got me away from the drugs my ex got me into, then you got my pregnancy test for me, and you’re always there for me when I need you,”
“You make me sound quite manipulative really,” I thought out loud
“It’s a good thing,” then she laughed. That was when it came to me, I could do this.
“Okay, I’ve got a plan,” I always had a plan,
“You always have a plan,” she replied. Suddenly, I became serious.
“I’ll keep you alive, I’ll keep you alive if it kills me, I promise.”
She looked into my eyes carefully; she knew that they changed minds,
“Okay…I want you to pick me up tomorrow, midday.”
“Good idea,”
“Thanks.”

We talked for sometime after that, but the subject was still on my mind, it wouldn’t leave, not on the way home, not during dinner, not while lying in bed. What would I do without a friend like her? I couldn’t imagine life without her! What could I do to show her that life’s worth living? It was so much more than anything I had ever dealt with, I knew that. I also knew that I needed help, but I couldn’t let anyone else know.

The next morning I returned to the hospital. Admittedly, I looked like something from “night of the living dead”, I was rarely seen during a morning because I’d much rather be curled up in bed. Alas, I dug my alarm clock out of my brothers toy box (how it got there I don’t want to know) and set it to 9:30, a time unknown to me. Anyway, I was early, so I went up to find her.

After walking past her ward twice, I eventually found her wrestling with a long, stripy sock, she stopped and looked up,
“Do you need any help with that?” I asked. If there was anything I hated, it was seeing people struggle,
“Yes please,” she’d been crying, it’s just something you pick up when dealing with lots of girls. I walked over and pulled up her sock,
“You know, I’ve never understood how you girls have such long socks and yet you’re always so bloody cold,”
She laughed,
“We aren’t cold, you’re just bloody warm!”
“Whatever!” I replied. After a good giggle, she held out her hand and I helped her up.

I think she needed to sign out or something, I wasn’t really paying attention, I was concentrating more on her cast, it was obviously causing her trouble. She must’ve felt pretty restricted in absolutely everything without use of an entire arm. You’ll learn that I think a little too much in my life, however, for those who’d like to know what Jen did, I remember her speaking to a doctor, who led us somewhere where he and her signed some stuff, he then proceeded to share a joke about us being an item, and showed us the exit, where we then stood and waited for the bus back to her house.

Part 3

Story Time!

Sorry I've not posted in two whole days, but you're in for a treat, I promise. I wrote this story last year for my english coursework, and it's the best thing I've ever written, I think it's an A*. It's a story that's become very close to me and I love it to bits, so here's the first part, just for you guys.


Help (part 1)
Help: everybody needs it at some point in their life. That’s where I come in. I help people, and I don’t want to sound conceited or anything, but I’m pretty good at it. It’s fairly basic really, relationship problems, sexually confused boys, girls with “boy troubles”, you get the point, but the holidays are usually a quiet time of the year for that kind of thing, I mean, a phone call was a rare occasion in itself. But I did receive one...
“Robert? Is that you? It’s Jenny’s mum, she’s had a bit of an accident and wants to see you; can you afford the bus to the hospital? Good, I’ll see you there, thanks.”

It was nice to feel wanted for once. I mean as a friend, not as “The Helper” or “The Clever Guy”. This was week four in the holiday, or the third, I’d lost count by then, it was just over halfway through, and as usual, it hadn’t been very eventful. I leant my head on the bus window, as this was where I was while these thoughts passed through my head, then hastily took it off as the bus clambered over a speed bump. The next thought that passed through my head was one word, a word that meant a thousand. Jennifer.

I hadn’t known Jennifer as long as a lot of my friends: about six months, but I knew her as well as most of them, if not better than. She cared about the way I thought of myself and others, and she wanted to try and understand how my mind worked. I’d often step back from myself and say “boring!” but she always said otherwise. She gave me all I ever wanted from a friend, but she lived on the other side of town and we were both short of money eighty percent of the time, so we didn’t see that much of each other. The worst part was that she looked amazing as well, which threw me right out of the boyfriend picture, so I kept that kind of thing well away from the friendship we had.

As I dismounted the bus, Jennifer’s mum was already outside waiting for me. She was smiling, so it couldn’t be all bad. It might have just been because I made the effort to get there. Good friends do that, but you don’t find many people like that these days. She liked me, I know she did, all parents like me, and what’s not to like? I get the grades, I’m lacking in looks, and I make the effort to see her, no danger to Jen at all.
“Thanks for coming, I really appreciate it. I’ll take you up, Jenny will be so pleased that you came,” she flashed another dazzling smile, I think she was a beautician or something, I couldn’t really remember. Something involving nails? That mystery held my thoughts until we arrived at Jennifer’s ward, where my thoughts turned to her.

When I first saw her she looked quite alien, I don’t mean her face or anything, that was just as beautiful as ever. I’m talking about the arm in the cast; it was something that didn’t suit her, she was always so careful that it just wasn’t expected.
“Alright Jen? How do you feel today?” I said, taking a seat next to her,
“I’m okay, a bit itchy though,” she was always the one to point out the greater things in life,
“Aww” I said, stroking her hair, “What happened?”
“I fell down the stairs. Apparently I’m lucky my neck’s still in place,” her mum walked away, satisfied with the reunion,
“That could have been gorey,” I joked, “Can I have first sign?”
“Yeah…Robert?” Her face drifted, “Can I tell you something?”
“Of course you can, you know that,”
“I tried to kill myself.”

Silence.

Part 2