Stories and Other Random Things

/Chapter #3/

Put your story text here...Diary of a Genetic Freak

Not edited so there'll probably be mistakes.

/Chapter #3/

Zadeyn has yet to let go of my arm. He's pulled me down I don't know how many hallways and I'm so hungry right now that my stomach is growling non stop. Though he doesn't seem to care, he just chuckles every time it does. Which really irritates me.

"How much longer?" I asked, well whined and he sighed. Not answering me he pulled me into a cell that looked much like my own but had drawings all over the walls. "Ok, why are we in here?"

"We needed somewhere private to talk." He said walking to the cot in the corner of the room and sitting down.

"And we couldn't have talked in my room? Or maybe after I had ate?" He shook his head no.

"You really don't remember me, do you?" I frowned. Remember him? I didn't even know he existed until I came here!

"What are you talking about?" He sighed.

"Nothing, nothing."

"It didn't sound like nothing." He didn't answer and I sighed irritated. You can't just ask someone if they remember you and then not tell them what you mean by that. "Fine, so can I go?"

"Do you remember when you were 13? Your birthday party?" I frowned but nodded. "You remember that, but not me?"

"No I don't remember you. Am I supposed to?" He chuckled.

"I'm just surprised, is all. I would've figured you'd remember me. I guess I was hoping you would."

"What?" I didn't know what else to say. He hoped I would remember him? Surely I would know if I had remembered him if I had seen him before. But I haven't, I don't know anyone with the name Zadeyn well there was Zade, but his parents said he'd been killed in a car accident... Wow, I can be so goofy some times.

My eyes widened and he smiled. "So I take it you do remember."

"But, your parents said you were dead. They said you died in a car accident." My eyes were starting to water and I felt my anger rising.

"Figures. They told me you wanted nothing to do with me anymore." He seemed so sad about that fact and yet there was something off.

"How long have you known?" He looked away from me to the wall. "Zadeyn, how long?"

"Awhile ago." I nodded and started walking to the door.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to tell you. I didn't think you'd want anything to do with me. I just-I'm sorry."

"Being sorry doesn't change anything." With that I walked out of the cell and back down the hallways to the cafeteria. It took me about 15 minutes but I eventually found myself back at the table sitting with Reena and the others.

"So?" Natasha was the first to ask.

"So what?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Don't play dumb with me, Chey. It doesn't look good on you." I stuck my tongue out at her. "What did he want to talk about?"

"Nothing." They all frowned at me, but let it drop.

Dear Diary,

Why did he have to be here? Why would he confront me now? I mean if he's known all along why now, and not before? He knows how much he meant to me, but he just acts like it doesn't matter. Like he could care less about my feelings. I can still remember his 'funeral'. God I was so upset, but I didn't cry, I couldn't. If I would have cried then I would've hurt someone. His parents didn't even look at his so called grave, they just left 10 minutes into it. I was confused but just thought they were to upset to be there. I guess I was wrong about that then.

But why would they tell him I wanted nothing to do with him? Did they hate me that much? I knew they didn't like me, they thought I was a cheap whore. They thought I just wanted his money, which I still find funny. His parents were never home, they never acted like they cared before so why then? I'm sure they loved him in their own way, but they were never there. Hell my parents were more like his than his were. Did that sentence make sense? Whatever, but you get my point. Of course his parents never knew he was staying with me, they probably would have killed him for it.

And then he just disappeared. I remember it clearly because it was my 13 birthday. He had been the one that insisted I have a party and he knew I didn't want to go with out him. But he just never showed up. At first I thought maybe his girlfriend had thrown a fit about him going to a little kids birthday party, even though he's only 2 yrs older than me. But when I tried calling him it just kept going to voice mail, so I figured they were doing what just about every teen does. Of course I was wrong, I know that now, but the thought hurt. I will admit I was in love with him, but I never said anything. I was afraid he'd laugh at me. I'm still afraid he'd laugh at me if he found out.

I had just thought that maybe his parents were in town and he couldn't get away from them. So I just about my time, until I saw the news. It said that he had been in a car accident with his girlfriend the day of my party and that the police had just found the car and their bodies. I was heartbroken and then everything seemed to happen at once.

I hadn't talked a lot to anyone and when my parent had decided to send me to therapy I snapped. I ended up snapping every bone in there bodies and killing them. Then I ended up here. I have no one to blame but myself and I know that. But it doesn't help that he's here.

Sincerely, Cheyenne.

I still have a picture of us together. As much as I wanted to I couldn't bring myself to part with it.

/Zadeyn/

She's always been stubborn. Its one of the reasons I love her. Yes, I love her. What I told her is the truth. My parents had told me that Cheyenne didn't want me at her party and that I was going to boarding school. Such a lie. Apparently they had found out what I can do and decided that I was too much of a hassle.

I hadn't bought it when they said she wanted nothing to do with me, but they somehow convinced me of it. I can't remember how, but I regret ever listening to them. I regret not going to her party, I regret not asking her if she wanted nothing to do with me. I wish I had realized my parents never really cared, but I couldn't. I had hoped that maybe they were actually going to take an interest in my life. I was wrong, but a kid can hope right?

I just wish I had done things differently. Maybe Cheyenne would know how I feel, maybe things would be different.

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