Journals

Journals are crazy things. The true chronicles of a boy make an interesting story since I mostly write when I'm unhappy. But, it's interesting to go back and read. To remember those feelings and sometimes think, "WTF was wrong with me?" Ha.

But, while I was looking through things I found a story. A silly snippet of a smitten boy many moons ago.

Pink Girl

Taking a break from work, I decided to go on a snack run. I scanned my badge, waited for the bing, and proceeded. Wouldn’t Pavlov be proud? The walk consisted of a parking lot, a gate, a strip of sidewalk, and crossing a street.

There are actually two nearby gas stations. One is newer, which equates to better, except in the case of nachos. This is where the old store, "ghetto mart", as it’s fondly titled, trumps the "better" store.

I entered the new store; I was in no mood for nachos. I grabbed my Dew, and spent a few minutes deciding what snacky thing I wanted. I grabbed a pack of crackers and proceeded to check out. I waited while the lady in front of me bought a pack of gum.

My eyes wandered around the store, and then to the checkout girl. The first thing to catch my eye was her skirt. It was a red plaid, and reminded me of a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. I quickly ran my eyes up to her face, then slowly down the colorful star tattoos along her neckline. The colors were so vivid. My eyes were drawn down to her forearms where there were more tattoos. Finally, they rested on her right-hand knuckles, where a word was printed clearly. "PINK"

Not wanting to stare, I casually looked back to her face. She had short black hair, I wondered if it was dyed. I noticed her thin red eyebrows, and realized it must be. Her skin was fair and pale. She was a beautiful girl. Her black shirt clung tightly to her, accentuating her round, firm breasts.

She rang up my items. I notice on her left-hand knuckles there was another tattoo. "GIRL"

Nighttime

Ghosts was written on my phone, so there are some typos I'll need too go back and fix. It's just this crazy story about crazy ghosts.

I finally went back and fixed the textos.

Ghosts

"Sometimes the ghosts find me," he whispered into her ear. "They creep out of the shadows, slowly drawing closer. I'll catch some movement out of the corner of my eye. As they draw nearer I start to feel there presence. But, it's when their cold, dead hand pierces my heart that I'm filled with pain."

She frowns slightly and rests her hand gently on the boy. He looks pleadingly into her dark eyes. She says playfully, "The next time one shows up, just point it out to me and I'll protect you. You're my boy, it's my job to keep you safe."

She nuzzles his neck playfully and grins. He grasps her tightly. A soft sigh escapes the boy's lips. This is why I love her. He tries to pull her closer, but she slips out of his grip and giggles.

"You love it, don't you?" He says.

Raising an eyebrow she asks, "Love what?"

"Knowing that I still need you. That no matter much I struggle you're always here. That my mind is tangled with thoughts of you."

At these words she gets upset, "If you don't want me here... I'll leave."

She stands up and turns to walk away. The boy grabs at her hand, but it's already too late. She's hurt and has already started walking away. "Come back," he cries. "I didn't mean it. I made a mistake. Please stop."

But, she's gone. He lies alone in bed. Out of the corner of his eye something moves. As the ghost draws closer he shudders.

"Leave. Please just leave," he begs. But, she does not care. Did she ever care?

"But I care about you. I love you." She murmurs lovingly. "What's wrong? You can talk to me."

"Sometimes the ghosts find me..."

I am locked in my head

I am
Tainted
And happiness and peace of mind
Were never meant for me
All these
Pieces
And promises and left behinds
If only I could see
In my
Nothing
You meant everything
Everything to me