Rules & Roses

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    Imagine your walking down a dark, echo-ey hallway. Your all alone, except for the shadows the walls and floor provide. looking around-- well, actually, you cant look around, in fact; to be quite frank, you can barely move. You start to panic, eyes craving even the tiniest sliver of light, but there's none to be found. Suddenly, you feel lighter; as if a weight was being taken off your shoulders. You try to move, and to your surprise, it works. As you move, you start to trip and stumble over things you can't see. But as you keep moving, you see a small flicker of light, barely 80 paces over. You rush to get to the light, scarred that if you don't make it, you'll never see the light again. When you reach the light, all of your hopes are crushed. It's a torch, burning in its sconce. Sighing, you take the torch out of its resting place and carry on. You can feel the spiders and snakes scurry and slither over your feet, trying to get to their destination.
       Finally, your foot stumbles upon something. Hard. You look down, but see nothing, for the light the torch provides does not reach the floor. So you bend down, craning your neck to see what your clumsy self stumbled upon. You reach your hand out, and after a minute of searching, you feel something soft. You explore this fur more, until you meet a break of fur to flesh. you gasp in shock, rolling over the mysterious lump. you bite your tongue to hold in a scream, but it has no prevail. You scream, seeing the eyes of a man, staring lifelessly at you. You jump to your feet, dropping the torch, and start running back in the direction you came from. I mean, if you were here, you would have had to have come in someway, right?
      Wrong. As you keep running, you notice, that your seeing the exact same thing over and over again. You start counting how many times you've seen that moss on the right side of the stony, tan-colored wall. 154. That was your final count until you stopped beside it to take a rest. But you took too long. You feel something cool touch your forehead and look up to see what it is. Big mistake. The barrel of a IMI Desert Eagle blocks your vision of the man you- quite literally- stumbled upon mere minutes ago. He was smiling methodically and he places his hand on the trigger. As he shot, You ducked, kicked him in the soft spot, and ran the way You came. You didn't hear footsteps, so You thought You lost him. Not even 5 seconds after, You hear fast-paced footsteps behind you, about 10-15 paces, maybe. You hear him loading the Eagle, You turn and--

I wake up with a sudden jolt. I don't pay attention to where I'm going as I run out of wherever I was. I end up in the bathroom, puking my guts out. Wiping off my mouth and chin, I flush down the contents of my stomach, and watch it swirl, until eventually, its gone.

"Jasper, are you awake?" I hear Alan ask from another room, seemingly looking for me.

"Y-yeah, in here, Alan." I call, and I hear footsteps coming down the hall, and then Alan is there, leaning on the frame of the bathroom door.

"You okay?" He asks, his voice merely above a whisper. I nod, standing up and turning to the sink behind me.

"Nightmare again?"

I nod.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head, turning off the faucet and drying my hands.

"Jas, you know I'm here to help you, right?" Alan asks, breaking a sort of tension, and me, out of my thoughts.

"Y-yeah, I know....." I reply, barely above a whisper.

"Then why wont you let me help you?" He asks more firmly, I dont reply, and he sighs, taking the white towel out of my hands.

"H-hey!" I exclaim, looking up at him in surprise. "G-give that back!" He shakes his head, and turns and runs down the hallway, I chase after him, and we end up on the floor in the living room, with Alans legs cradling my hips, his right hand right by by neck, and his left hand on the back of my head, taking most of the brunt.

"You need to let me help you, Jasper." Alan states after a few minutes of silence, I nod, unable to speak. "You're aware that I am your best friend, right?" I nod again.

"Well then," he says, leaning his face fown so his nose is only centimeters from mine, and I gasp a little in shock.

"Let me help you."

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"So, Jas, what do you wanna do?"

We were sitting on the couch, side by side, doing, and saying, nothing. I was starting to doze off when he said that.

I want to find out about those newspaper articles you found..

"Wait, what?!" Alan gaped at me. Crap, I said that out loud...

"Well, can you blame me? I want to get to the bottom of this, soon. Might as well give me something to do over my suspension period, right?" I reply, crossing my arms.

"No, not 'right', Jasper. Do you understand the amount of trouble we would be in if anyone found out?!" He exclaimed, standing up.

"Thats why no one will find out, Al. Somethings been off, about- well, everything lately, and I want to get to the bottom of it." I say, standing up as well, my eyes nor my stance backing down.

After a few seconds of silence, and staring at each other, Alan gave in. He sat back down on the couch, and rested his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands.

"Fine. When do we start?"

At that moment, I wanted to kiss him. But I held my tongue and gave him a small smile.

"Now."
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IM BACK BABY.
Ayyy its been a while. Welp Ive decided to continue this book and Ive got a plot this time!! So I'm going to leave it at that. But updates will be slower than my mile time...

Ummm idk bye