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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Short Story 1 Chp 3 September 25/08

As the screen lit up, it asked to input my name, entering David's name. Automatically it connected to the internet via satellite, and directed me to files on what seemed to be a database. There was one folder titled, "Documentations" before I opened that folder I noticed another one titled Chemicals, and since I was no chemist I knew nothing about the type of chemicals described. So I immediately bore and went to the documentation folder, I double clicking, opened and displayed a long list, what seemed over 4 years of videos. I double clicked the most recent dated one. It began to download into the laptop, and windows media player popped into life. The film was fuzzy at fist then the camera focused, I couldn't see David's face but his voice began to speak. " Here we injected the host with a new formula", as the video continued the cat began to become afraid it seemed at first, then it began to convulse a bit, spitting up blood, then it skin began to break out in red boils, and then it began to wail and started to hiss and jump, beginning to claw his way out of the cage, then silence as it became a black and white mass of stillness, he laid there his chest faintly moving up and down, then absolutely nothing. No sound, except for David's voice. He began to comment how the new formula was almost ready, how he just needed to figure out how to bypass the pathogen from breaking down molecular structure, causing the body to reject it. As he panned out I saw tons of animals slowly dying, from birds to dogs, even sea creatures. I couldn't stand no more as I was going to turn off the Lap top, a message appeared "CODE 52 Violation please verify identity, Enter name now" I wasn't sure what I had done wrong, I began to panic closed the Lap top, and the only thing I could think is to drive to David's home and leave the case in his patio. Hoping he wouldn't notice, I ran to the car, with suitcase in hand and headed to David's home. Luckily it seemed that he was out for the night, having my old house key I broke into his home and placed the lap top where it originally was, hoping that nothing would come out of the incident.
A week had passed, and I was still shocked that David was not a civil engineer at all, but a chemical engineer. How could he hurt all those animals I said to myself. What was the pathogen for? Was it a possible cure for something, then it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it was a new pesticide or for industrial use or new medical study? Whatever it was it was disturbing to watch all them animals die, if PETA would know about this or the EPA I was certain he would surely get into trouble. I put it out of my head, I was meeting John where I always did at the mall, why we choose to met at the mall because it was close, and I could walk there instead drive and we usually walked to my apartment, even though he lived a few blocks away we were seeing each other almost everyday. I honestly feel in love with him, but maybe I was moving to fast for my own feeling, so fast that I wasn't aware that I had not given myself time to heal. We always had a good time, but I began to feel a bit smothered, and it was partially my fault, but I was confused I did not wanted to be alone, but I also wanted space. I wanted a boyfriend and a best friend. It was apparent to me that you could not have one or the other without certain aspect of what I was so greedy to obtain taken out. A friend would see each other less, but then I would feel alone. A friend wouldn't get to close, especially as a gay man, because often it gets confused with a deeper feeling. We went back to apartment he spent the night that day, and had fun that night.
The next morning I kept receiving phone calls it was 6 AM, having a late night I was sleepy, I kept rejecting the calls without notice at who was calling. The kept receiving calls and the volume became unbearable that I was forced to wake and answer the phone. When I answered it was David he seemed pissed, he screamed into the phone I need to see you today, meet me at memorial park at 4 p.m. Don't be late, before I could even reply he hanged up. John asked me who it was, I replied it was David he wants me to meet him at memorial park. Can I go? John asked. I replied no, he seemed pretty mad, and John gave me that face of disappointment that I always left him out of the loop when it came to David, if he only knew I was still in love with David, but was also in love with his best friend. Which was confusing on its own, john and I, had breakfast that early morning, spent some time playing some video games, it was 2 p.m. after all that fun. I stated that it was time for him to leave and allow me to get ready. He was mildly disappointed and he headed home. I began to get ready to jump into the shower and meet David, choosing what to wear. Somewhere in my delusion I was hoping that even though he sounded angry he was going to ask me to go back with him. That he realized that I was all that he wanted, and would apologize and change. I began to iron my close, then put them on a hanger, It was 2:30 now and I quickly jumped into the shower as I often took 45 minutes to shower. I always sang in the shower, it made me relax, or I would often sit on the tub and left the water from the shower head fall on me, and would imagine it was rain. So I began to sit, as I sat there closing my eyes the cool water falling on my head, small droplets of white light, piecing every dark part of my soul, a surge of electrical white current from the water removing all the negativity from my body and washing down into the drain to be recycled into the life cycle, I was deep into meditation before I realized that 20 minutes had passed. Quickly stood up and began to wash. 25 minutes later I was done, began to dry, put deodorant and cologne, got dressed and was out the door.
I arrived 10 minutes late, and David was already waiting for me by the turtle. He seemed anxious as I stepped out of the car. I began to head that way to greet him. Whatever it was bothering him, he was unhappy.

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