Lonely {Hemmings}

Having A Smoke With The Villain And The Hero

 

Journal Entry 3

 

Smoking is a thing I do in secret.

Over the years of living in a house with an over protective mother and siblings that were up my ass 24/7, I didn't really have privacy.

Though, seventeen years later and I still don't have much privacy.

But, cigarettes are something I have pretty much figured out how to keep to myself.

At the moment I am currently sitting behind a run-down bookstore that never had too much business.

This bookstore is were I am at every day after school.

I'm not always smoking, usually I'm just sitting here writing random short stories or whatever.

Smoking and stories is what I do, i feel like there both my strengths.

I sit on this cracked concrete and write my brains out while I torture my lungs.

I mean, I guess I don't look like the type of person to smoke but that's the best part.

No one suspects the tall awkward blonde boy that's too afraid to talk to buy a pack of cigarettes every week and sit behind a shîtty bookstore every day.

They don't know about me.

They don't know about the things I do.

They have in their head that I am nothing more than a shy intelligent boy that reads too much and will probably graduate with straight A's and live a normal life with an average wife and an average home.

But, little do they know, I will be something more.

I will be Luke.

Luke will stand before the name of evil and he will fight with all of his might.

Luke will retract his sword and pierce the neck of the villain and win the heart of the beautiful prince.

The villain, however, is me.

The villain sits with the hero at the moment behind this bookstore and writes on this very page.

They both are sulking at the fact that there is the chance that the villain may never concur the hero and the hero may never concur the villain.

I bid you goodbye, Reader, and may your night not be full of sorrow.