Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28088262-20140705153743

Author's note: Well, isn't it difficult writing in first person?!

He’d had an argument with Juliette.



She’d talked about it all morning and wouldn’t stop. Of course, it’s evident a pig like her doesn’t deserve him. His black ACDC t-shirt, skinny jeans and converse boots. His caring smile, his soft blue eyes, his luscious brown hair which hung over the back of his neck accompanied with his alluring bangs covering his…you’re getting too carried away. You know you can’t have him – you’ll never have him because he’d already given his heart to that…woman. You long for his companionship, but you will never receive it.



Obviously, you already know where he lives by now. The first time he said only a friendly ‘hi’ to you was before the time you first dug out all his details from his social networking profiles, after all. You probably knew more about him than he did himself, let alone that stupid Juliette. You discovered how he likes chewing gum, mountain biking and is studying math in college. She probably didn’t even bother to ask him, being such an ignorant idiot. And now they’d fallen out, you can’t help yourself feeling slightly relieved inside. Perhaps, if you visit him to comfort him today, he’ll accept you as the better option. He’ll realize his mistake of ignoring you.



Suddenly, your heart skips a beat at the thought. Randomly going to his home? What will he think of you? What are you going to wear? What should you buy? A million questions rise in your mind. Don’t worry, just be yourself. He’ll eventually fall for you if you show him your personality, but for now you need an excuse.



That’s right – you’re in trouble. Your car’s broken down. His apartment is pretty far from yours anyway, so at least that’s valid if he asks for your address. That’s what you’ll say when you see him; he’ll definitely understand.



Your heart is in your mouth as you push open the door to his flat. It’s empty and dark inside as the door closes, shutting out the light of the street lamps. You’re nearly there, just another flight of stairs to go. Number one...number two…number three! Knocking on the door, you wait patiently for him to greet you.



The door opens slightly. You prepare to talk, but a bony arm suddenly wraps around your neck and drags you into the darkness of the room. You are confused and terrified as you attempt to scream and shout but your mouth is covered by a firm hand. Kicking wildly, you fail to escape his grasp.



You feel a sharp pain in your stomach, a pain so intense unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Blood slowly slides down your abdomen onto your legs. Struggling to breathe, you can see the hint of a sharp object exit your body with a quick move, slicing your stomach open. You hear a light, sadistic chuckle behind you. As you turn to meet the face of your attacker, you realize that in the darkness, you can’t quite make out who it is.



<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Until he speaks, picking you up and whispering in your ear,

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">“Goodbye, Juliette.” <ac_metadata title="Another pasta in need of review!"> </ac_metadata>