<Jilly's POV>
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I shook my head slowly and let out a long and quiet sigh. Nora was acting as if I was the crazy or abnormal one... Nora opened her mouth as if to say something only to shut it immediately. Being in the terrible mood that I was, I shot a glare toward Nora and grumbled out a response to her actions through my grit teeth. "If you've got something to say.. then say it Nora."
"Fiiiiiine. I just think that you could not treat me like like like like a child. Like, I'm an adult now. Yaa knoow? Just because you whisper it doesnt mean I can't hear yaaa! Iyam not stoopid. You're the stoopid one you stoopid hooman! Stoopid I say! STOOPIDDD!" She yelled toward my general direction, spit flying onto my face as she waved her hands around my face to try and get a reaction. The only thing that I did in response was wipe the spit off of my face and, while keeping my eyes on the road of course, I sent a quick glare towards her as a low growl sneaked out from my lips.
"I really wish you hadn't drank as much as you did. You not only reek of alcohol but you also keep rambling on with immature behavior and-" I was interupted my more arm waving as she hicupped a few times, a smug grin across her face. "Come ooon. I'm serious. Stop it. I can't see.. Nora.. You're distracting me by waving your arms around like an idiot." I muttered, still slightly growling. My somewhat calm and patient composure was quite clearly declining as she continued to put her hands in front the car window, moving her hands in front of my face whenever I would adjust my neck to see better. After about ten or twenty minutes of this non-stop hand waving I had completely lost my patience. "Nora! Stop it! If you keep this up I'm going to end up crashing the car!" Instead of whimpering or pouting she simply began to laugh as I took my purple sweater off to reveal my frilly pink crop top/tank top.
"Heh-hehheh heh haaaehh! You know what? Go ahead and crash the caaaaar. You'll see that I'm right. Crashy crasssh."
"Nora! That doesn't even make sense!"
"Makes perfect sense to a smart person. I ayum the Einstein." Her words were slurring even more as her eyes began gradually closing.
"Uh huh.." I mumbled as we arrived in the parking lot of our building. I slowly unbuckled my seatbelt and began removing the keys from the ignition, trying my best not to awake the sleeping drunken woman. Despite my calm and slow movements Nora began flailing and thrashing violently and ended up hitting me for the second time today. "Gee.. Thanks sleeping beauty."
"Yer right about the beauty part juuust not the sleepin' part. I was awake the whooole time. I swear, I never even closed my eyes! Not once! It was you that fell asleep you crazy woman." She let out a "pft" and dismissed it with a small wave. I rolled my eyes and slammed the car door without even realizing it, somehow making myself flinch at the loudness. As Nora stumbled into the elevator my mind wandered off, completely ignoring whatever nonsense Nora was going on about. Suree. Suuuurreee. I'm the crazy one. Yup yup, definitely me and not the rambling drunkard. No possible way it could be her. Nuh uh that'd be impossible she makes perfect sense. After all, she is Albert Einstein. At which she turned around and glared at me, her goofy attitude had faded.
"Do you always think of me this way? Are you always whispering things about me when I'm right here? Do you always hate me this much?"
"Nora.. I- I don't.. I uh.. First off, I'm not whispering anything. Second off, I don't hate you. And third, you're just being overdramatic and escalating things much farther than they should be escalating. You're the one who's making things go from zero to one hundred real fast. You-"
"Stop. Stop right there. You know, I ignored all the rumors and gossip about you in high school, but sometimes, I think it'd have been better if I had just ignored YOU. In fact, I think it'd be better if I ignore you forever!"
"Nora.. Just take a second to calm down before you say anything else that you'll regret. I get it- we're both tired and cranky but no need to take this any farther than it already has gone.."
"The only thing I'm tired with is you. I'm not the only one who's being over dramatic here- look in a damn mirror!" The elevator door finally opened and it seemed the whole apartment complex had filled with our deadly silence. I slammed the door behind me, leaving Nora to roam the halls, swearing so vulgar it could cause chills to crawl up a mans back. I tried the best that I could to ignore her yelling and put a single earbud in and I begin to blast Pain by Three Days Grace. Yet I can still hear her headache-inducing yells as she continues her stumbling around, knocking picture frames off the walls one by one, a continuous string of thumps. After about fiveish minutes the knocking came to a silence. And yet, it's is soon broken by the piercing screaming of Nora and the soul breaking shatter of glass followed by a awful cracking crunching sort of sound. I immediately rush into the hallway whilst pulling my sweater over my head to see a long room (hallway) full of slightly beaten and battered paintings with what used to be a window at the far end of the hall. I pratically sprinted to the end of the hall to find the window completely broken, glass all over the floor and window edge. I began sweating bullets and shaking like crazy.. my heart pounding out of it's chest, a distinct emptyness filling inside of me as salty tears burned in my eyes. I slowly leaned over to peer down at the ground, squinting my eyes in hope to find anything but Nora. Yet as I peered down at the sidewalk I found Nora's once brilliant red hair now stained with blood. It seemed almost as if she had splattered onto the ground. The sight crimson painted upon the broken sidewalk beside and all around her. It had even stained into her soft clothing. One thought filled my head at that moment. One thought and one thought only. Nora... My Nora.. She.. Is.. Is.. Dead.
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End Of Chapter 3
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The Story of Us (Uncontrollable)
TerrorA horror/adventure type book written by both MiMi GH and Kat MD. All artworks shown are made by the authors and acquaintances hired by the authors to produce artwork for the story. The name of such artists have not been revealed quite yet for privac...
