October 10, 2013
Three days
Three days....
It was close to ten at night and everything was fishy in Brenda's house. Bre sat on the couch for days, waiting for something good to happen for once. Three days. Brenda whimpered as these voices echoed in her mind. Three days. Brenda cried herself to sleep at night, counting down the days. Three days. Only three days. Three freaking days. "This is impossible. It can't be happening so fast." She whispered to herself. Thunder roared loudly throughout the entire day. "When does this stop?" Brenda cried. She looked around and waited for an answer. "What is the answer!" She cried and covered her ears. Then, the whispers said:
It never will.
She gasped and closed her eyes, thinking of some positive things. "This is too much for me." She whimpered. Just thinking of Jenny and her, getting kidnapped by a stranger. "Who is trying to get at me? Why do they hate me so much?" All these questions were unanswered. Brenda thought she was going crazy. Missing a whole bunch of days at work was killing her. The weather never changed. Everything was the same, except for Brenda. She started hearing voices in her head, telling her all the bad stuff that might happen to her. "You're lying!" She would yell every time they would tell her things. She would look at the clock ticking , hours, minutes and seconds passing by really quickly. She had no one to protect her. Not even Jenny.
Brenda got out of the couch for once and walked straight to the window. She looked out the window and looked around the neighborhood, seeing something strange. "No one here owns a black SUV." She spoke to herself. She closed the curtain and locked her window and thought to herself. This is a small town, I technically know everyone here. And I for sure know that no one in the neighborhood owns a black SUV that looks that nice. She looked back again out the window and saw that the SUV was gone. "What the..?" She gasped. She was scared and everything was feeling creepy around her."A haunted SUV? Pffttt please." She chuckled at her stupid thought. She closed the curtain once again and walked away from the window. She yawned and stretched a few seconds later and rubbed her eyes. She looked at the time and saw that it was eleven o' clock at night. "Time is running out. Might as well make the best of it." She spoke and walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her and turning off the light.
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October 11, 2013
Two days.....
The voices said once again.
Brenda was sick and tired of it. She just wanted some piece and quiet. She got up from her bed and walked to her closet. She pulled out a leather jacket, some leather boots, jeans and a long sleeve white t-shirt that had a number 13 on it. "Might not what to put this on." She chuckled nervously and put the shirt back. After she had finished changing, she grabbed an umbrella and took a deep breath. "Time to go for a walk." She encouraged herself and opened the door. The rain poured down harder as she walked out of her home. She walked down the block under her umbrella and made a right turn and headed straight for the coffee shop. She shook a bit as the cold air his her face for the first time in weeks. She opened the door and closed her umbrella, and placed it in the corner where she would usually put it. "Brenda! So nice to see you again!" Carl greeted cheerfully. Bre gave a small smile and waved as she walked to the glass container that held all of the sweets inside. "Is it the usual?" Carl asked as he watched Brenda walk. "I want hot chocolate, and a bagel." She finally spoke and gave Carl the money. "Um ok then." He chuckled and prepared what she ordered. Brenda waited for a while and looked around. She was all alone except, there was this young man sitting in the corner of the room. "Here you go, hot chocolate and a bagel." Carl smiled and placed the order on the counter. "Thanks." Brenda smiled and grabbed the items. "Who is that?" She whispered to Carl. Carl looked at the man sitting there amd chuckled. "Claims he is new here. You should go talk to him." Carl winked. Brenda chuckled and walked away from the counter.
She turns around and looks at Carl, how gestures her to walk towards the man. She sighs and rolls her eyes at the thought that Carl was trying to do something here. She took a deep breath and said, "Hi, is this seat taken?" Her voice sounded a bit shakey. The man looked up at gave a flashy smile at the young lady.
"Not at all." His British accent exploded, causing Brenda to gasp a bit. "I never seen you around. You new here?" Brenda asked as she pleadly sat in front of the man. His blue eyes shined brightly as he looked at her in the eyes. "You can say that. I'm visiting a friend here. She seems to be, really close to me." He trailed off.
"I'm Brenda. You can call me Bre if you like." She stook out her hand. The man chuckled and shook her hand.
"The name's Louis."
"Louis Tomlinson."
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