... --- ...

…
I’m sorry Alex, I’m truly fucking sorry for starters.
It’s my fault for bringing you into the forest. I wasn’t thinking properly and I’d forgotten…


I thought it would have been a safe thing for once. My stupid reasoning was that it was a bright blue, cloudless day. I thought only the rain brought bad. Boy was I wrong. And god damn it, I hadn’t expected that.


Oh Alex… Still a writer at heart. I’m sure it took you a good few days to write out everything, shifting through info you thought was needed to be known, and what to /hide/ from everyone else. But that’s okay, I was there and I know what happened already so that’s all that I care about.


I guess since I’m checkin’ in, I might as well explain myself. Again, sorry Alex. Also, it’s been exactly… 11 days now.


Should start with before I left:


Ocotober 28th:
I left to Orlando, Florida. Alex was under house arrest, and though I should have stayed back and clung to her and taken care of her like the sick puppy I can be when it comes to her, I didn’t. I’m not cowardly or anything of the one we saw back there though, I had these tickets and god knows my dad would murder me for him spending money just for me not to go.


And so I went. God knows I regret it though.
He was there.
I’d sat alone in the Monster Café after going through most of the attractions that Halloween Horror Nights had to offer. I’d made sure to stop by Poe’s, and now I was in the very empty Monster Café, most people were already leaving or had already eaten. I’d gotten one of those henna tattoos (Whatever they’re called) of a symbol I’d seen reoccurring in my dreams. The symbol looked cool and familiar, so I thought, “Why not?”


I hadn’t been scared in any of the attractions. After all, I knew they weren’t allowed to even touch you, so what’s to fear? But now, as I sat alone, I felt alert. The hairs on my neck were standing up. I was already sweaty from going around the whole park. In the doorway, for only a moment in time, he stood there.


I screamed. He was gone.


I ran out of that park faster than you could say “Crap.”


October 29th.


I got back from my trip safely. It was Saturday, but I wasn’t allowed to visit Alex. Her parents probably hated me by now. God knows I was glared at the whole time she was getting stitches. Alright, the point is, by now I’d been thinking. Hadn’t slept a wink. But eventually, the events caught up with me and I had to take a nap.


I dreamed. I remembered said dream for once…


I was a little girl, back home. No, not Florida. I was home, home.  Where Gwen and I used to live. There was a swing set and a tree house. It was a backyard I think. A girl (I think this was Gwen) and I were playing back there with beanie baby dolls. A thin, tall humanoid shadow was watching us the whole time. One of the dolls, mine which was more worn out, broke after some rough playing.  I cried. Gwen cried.


Finally, when I got the fuck over it, ran off and came back with a small gardening shovel. My dream self said something, though I didn’t hear it. Instead, the dream continued with little Chelle conducting a funeral for the beanie baby.  She specifically buried it under the tree with the treehouse, Gwen watching.


Afterwards, they ran inside, all smiles and giggles to play another game.


The dream ends there. I woke up, with only one thing on my mind:


Leave now.


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And so, I left. All the way to home, without telling anyone.  And now that beanie baby is in my possession again.  It has the same symbol on the back as my henna tattoo that’s slowly fading now, abet faded and covered in dirt..


Don’t look for me Alex. I’ll come home soon and tell you everything in time.
Don’t go out alone, don’t go near any woods or trees if you can, stay indoors on rainy days, and please…. Be safe, Ally.


I love you so much Al. Please take care.


P.S: If Gilbert’s still alive, have your sis come to my house and feed him please. Have her feed Bella too. Leave some tuna by the crappy grave marker I made.


-Chelle

End Already!

Still raining. On and off.
I saw a rainbow though. I started crying, it wasn't a sad kind, it was just... An empty, meaningless cry. That rainbow touched me in a way though, as if it was to say "Things will get better."
I need a new phone. Shouldn't have flushed mine during a fit.


Alex's birthday is in two days, so I'm trying to pull myself together for her and make her happy that day. I hope. *Sighs*
-Chelle

O rubk eua, Grkd

It's pouring

And pouring, and pouring, and pouring. A good depth of water and it won't stop. I hate the rain, it makes the nightmares worse at night.


Dad buried Bella in the backyard yesterday. Isn't she gonna suffocate or drown like that, though?
-Chelle

liarliarpantsonfire

why is alex lying? why isnt my beautiful 6 year old calico moving? my baby... WHERE IS HER TAIL? WHY IS IT MISSING? I BET HE TOOK ITFORSHITSANDGIIGLESOR SARAH DID IT, IKNEW SHE HATEDME. I KNEW SHE WAS STILL ALIVE, THAT GODDAMN ARM HADNT STARTED TO ROT. GOOOOOD DAMN THAR ARM HAUNTING ME ISNT FUNNY SARAH. alexwhywontthepersoninthewindowleavemealoooooooooooooooone. gilbert, if you leave me too im eating you, asshole fish.

Feverish

My ankle is finally down to normal, should have mentioned that the other day. I'm not in school today, nor did I go yesterday cause I came down with a horrible fever. Like, really bad, I'm sure it compares to a bad acid trip even though I've never done drugs before. 


At one point, I was throwing my stuffed animals at the window, because I thought something or Sarah was out to get me. Which is strange, since I never really talked to her in school, nor did see her before she went missing. I'm staring out my window now, still feeling the effects of this fucking fever since I haven't taken anything to make it go down today... Hahaha, hello person in the window. Say hello.

Bella doesn't look happy and neither does Gilbert, who's trying to hide behind the castle in his bowl. I think I'm just gonna go back to sleep before I see worse waking nightmare hallucinations. Fucking fever...

-Chelle

Birthday

So, today I turned 18. I'm legal.


School was alright. Yesterday everyone was reluctant to go, but today it was normal as could be. Had English, found out the Canterbury Tales is just as racy as Shakespear's work, lmao.


I drew some fucked up abomination of a drawing. Yay. Maybe I'll post it later. Maybe.


 Alex got me a goldfish. She says I'm lucky she didn't let them starve like last time. I named him Gilbert after the goldfish cracker, and Gilbert from Pandora Hearts. He's got black markings along his tail, I think he's gorgeous.


After school, we went straight to the mall to D and B. First we got ice cream, then we got our points to play to our hearts content. I had a conniption when Alex took a fucking picture of me with her camera while I was eating; She KNOWS how much I hate cameras! We played games, got me a large plush of a candy from that giant ass claw machine, the works.


My ears started buzzing at one point (You've felt that before, right? Like in silence, but it's... It's creepy and annoying, that noise coming from inside your head.) and I thought I saw a guy in a suit I knew, some lanky guy. I felt the urge to go towards him to check, but Alex pulled me off to trade in our tickets before I could check if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me.


Ignoring my weird feeling growing in my stomach, I got a giant gummy bear the size of my freaking head. It was bitchin, but I couldn't finish eating it. I DID manage to finish the head though. I felt better then.

Currently, we're at my house, celebrating with the black forest cake I spent the night before cussing over and trying to get it to look right. I was titillated by this cake. TITILLATED! That means exited. :D


Snuck a cherry already, hoping to get a large slice.


Oh yeah, I forgot to mention; My dad got me a pretty bracelet with bone in it, and....

Drumroll....

Get ready...

A laptop. A fucking laptop. So now I guess Ally gets to keep the one we bought, I feel retarded, I'm wondering WHEN my dad started trusting me again, and I'm a little happy. I get anxious without technology or someone to communicate with, for some reason.

So, all in all, my birthday was bitchin. Gotta go now to blow out my candles.

-Chelle

Tomarrow's the day

No, I'm not heartless. I'm not emotionless. I've been pretty worried for Sasha all time, just said nothing.


But, I can't let something like this hold me back from enjoying my own birthday. Tomorrow, me and Alex are going to Dave and Buster's, gonna kick her ass at games, win a giant tootsie roll if I can, and then brag about it later when we get back.


Cheers to maturity.


-Chelle

Found

Alright, sorry for anyone freaking out, wondering what was up with me and Gwen. She basically summarized it yesterday with this post, but...


Years ago, before I lived in Florida, I lived somewhere else. I hadn't met my epic heterosexual life partner, Alex, yet. I had friends before though; As a kid, no matter where you were, everyone had a friend. Some imaginary and some real. And then there was Gwen. And our time screaming at each other over what the hell is the point of pawns in chess, it brought up fond memories...


I didn't have any siblings my own age. My little brother was a baby when I met Gwen. And let me tell you something: We absolutely hated each at first. It was amazing.
Fought over /everything/, including over the existence of one of my 'imaginary friends'. Somehow, we bonded over that though. It lasted only for a year though, and then I had to move. Again.


This might be the coolest birthday gift...
-Chelle


P.S: I had a really bad nightmare last night. I was little again, running through a forest I've never been in before. I was being chased by something.

A bit of a scared, really

Three days now till Chelle turns eighteen. Old-old person. I got the laptop today so I could ramblerambleramble blogblogblog of nothing of importance. I just know I keep writing up and looking stuff on elements. I don't think I'm going to completely fail Chem so that's a good thing. I already know the name and symbol, nowww I just need to memorize the atomic numbers and my life will be complete (we don't really have to do that for class, it just seems like something I'll need eventually xD)


Oh yeah, remember that girl I spoke about? Sarah? She's still missing, so I guess the entire school is on turmoil. I've never had anything happen like that in any school which I attended. I'm really scared for her now, but there's nothing I can do. Worst part is, they don't know if she ran away or got in a crash somewhere far away or something. Really, just...scared...


I hope it gets better for her.


- Alex.


P.S: Because of Chelle's tendency to write huge labels, we're going to get a page of labels at the bottom of this blog without any usefulness from them, so I'm going to start reusing them =w=

P.P.S, by Chelle at library: YOU KNOW THOSE LABELS ARE SEXY, ALLY-KINS!
Besides, a lot of them ARE reusable. You're just jelly because my name is bigger than yours down there... >3
Currently having a chess match with Gwen via a messenger... 

Wow

I dug through my closet and found my creepy old porcelain doll an old friend gave me when I was younger. It's missing it's eyelashes from one eyes, and it still is missing two fingers it lost all those years ago. Blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes, an old flower-designed dress.... I'd post a picture up if I believed in cameras. Maybe I can scan it's face in my dad's office... Hmmm.


In other news, IWANTTOGOTOHORRORNIGHTSALREADYDAMNIT Dx
4 days until the big 18... I feel old.

My leg's almost alright, for the most part. >:

*Edit: Oh yeah, dad told me somebody called asking for me yesterday, but they didn't leave a name or number. Strange. >.<


-Chelle

So long...

Since I posted . So my leg wasn't as bad off as I thought, and it's gone down a bit (Though I still can't quite fit my foot into my shoe yet and it still hurts a bit to walk), and my father is still babying me like I'm terminally ill. 


I've never seen the man this worried since I was a kid. I remember how he would collect all the phone numbers of all my friends and if neither me or my friends picked up, I'd get my Gameboy Color taken away.


 He'd gotten less paranoid as I grew up, but obviously he doesn't know I have access to a computer for something not-school related.... Rebel I am... Not.


Hm, I can't really remember too much besides that about my early childhood, even forgot where I lived before we moved to Florida as a fresh start after...

Well, I don't want to mention the rest, I think that's diving into too personal terrain and I'd rather refrain from that until I'm more comfortable with the internet.

So yeah... OH, also, any new Portal users out there after the free download Valve was offering? I downloaded it to find out this laptop has a crappy graphic card, even though I had the game rotting in my X-box pile, but hey I wanted to relieve memories. : >

-Chelle

OW!

I sprained my ankle. It's currently wrapped up, but it freaking hurts. I can't even remember how I tripped now, I just tripped on something and my leg decided not to agree with my foot as my face met floor. 


On another note, I got a nosebleed from that, thank god my nose isn't broken, so yeah. Limping on a weekend is not fun.

Also, I need to kill Alex for posting that, I didn't even use any beat or shit for that poem, I just wrote what came to mind! Dx

-Chelle, very annoyed

Gonna go to sleep

So, the neighbor's tree across from my house and my window in my room has no leaves, no nada, and is currently creeping me out. It's Florida man, trees aren't supposed to die like this; STAY GREEN DARN IT.


It's getting late, my eyes are killing me, and I want yogurt or something. So, gonna go to sleep now. Or try to...
-Chelle

I think...

I'm actually growing a love of poetry, thanks to my English teacher. We read some e.e Cummings today (Not what she said), and My Papa's Waltz. I think I was the only one who figured it was from a more innocent time period where shit like that was common, because I was the only one who hadn't automatically shouted "Child Abuse!"


I mean really, at the age I assume the kid was at, I'd think his height was up to his father's belt, and that him clinging to the man like death was because he had some respect/love for his father. Maybe that's just me, though.


Alex has apocalyptic amounts of homework, so I got the laptop today. I'm exploring the internet and just discovered two things:


Tvtropes and fanfiction....


YOU ARE ALL GOLDFISH.
And tvtropes is going to rot my head. Oh well. Alex can kill me later.

DIBS

I feel happy I finally have the laptop in my possession again. Dunno why, I guess it reassures me to write down the story of my goddamned life. :]


So, last night I actually went to sleep early, shocker, and woke up extremely tired this morning. Weird. My dreams also came up blank again; If I don't have a nightmare, I usually have blank dreams where I don't know if they were good or if I even dreamed. Must be the dream catcher above my bed- I should dump that thing one day, maybe that's why I only have really bad dreams, it's stealing my good ones!


13 more days until my birthday, 13 more days until I'm legally an adult, and 13 more days until the cake isn't a lie.


Had math again today; I'm sooooooo fucking lost. How does anyone UNDERSTAND Pre-cal? It's like the satanic spawn of mind games and math. At least the turtle man doesn't realize I'm bloody clueless...


ELLIPSES-ELLIPSES-ELLIPSES.
I need a kenning for myself. How about "The descendant of Beowulf" or "Faire maiden with cornsilk hair, the color meeting with that of the sky at her fringe"?
Middle English sounds so weird and creepy...


Yeah, I'm going all A.D.H.D on you all now, sorry, I had cuban coffee earlier. The stuff is strong and always makes me bounce off the walls like if you gave Mac from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends sugar... Or Dog from Cat Dog when he sees a garbage truck... I miss the old cartoons. I don't even watch TV anymore because Cartoon Network has become.... Like all the cartoons currently playing on there threw up on each other. :\


Okay, rambling over. ^.^'


-Chelle

My alarm didn't go off!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Alex's going to kill me! I'm currently shoving some burnt buttered toast down my throat and getting dressed as I type- It's not a pretty sight!


-C

Tired...

It's only 10:30, and I feel so wore out. I didn't eat much dinner tonight and I feel hungry but it's too late to eat.
Oh well. Better sleep now so I can drive myself and Alex to school tomorrow.


"Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Now you're thinking too fast
You're like marbles on glass


Vilify
Don't even try
Vilify
Don't even try


You've got suckers' luck
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Did you fall for the same empty answers again?"




I need to stop listening to Exile Vilify before going to sleep...


-Chelle

Better day than Alex, I guess

Only because we did Jeopardy-style review in Marine Science. My team, which we had all agreed to call Team Squirtle [Pokemon], was tied with Team [Insert a nicer part of where we live in Florida here, with an 'A' at the end to gangsterify it], and then the last question tie breaker put us in second place. It was still fun, especially since my team relied on me and a friend the whole time and kept fist bumping us when we got it right almost every time. A class about sea creatures has never been so epic.


Pre-Calculus throws me off though. Why do I need it, anyways? It makes me feel like a retard with everything the teacher says. He reminds me of a turtle too, with his wide eyes that look like they're about to pop out and his neck. Oh god, it's so turtle-y...


And, to answer Alex's post, the language I am taking is Spanish II. ¡Hola! ¿Como estas?
Before anyone asks, yes, I had to learn how to type the gosh darn tildes and upside down stuff. :\


Oh yeah, I had another nightmare last night. I  remember I felt very uncomfortable, somebody had pulled out a camera and was trying to film me... God helps the person who tries to even take my picture, I'll beat their ass into the ground and burn their camera in my fire pit. Everyone knows I hate the goddamned things...


Asides the nightmare starting my day, everything was alright. My cat Bella is currently rubbing against my leg, so I'm going to feed her now.
-Chelle

Remember, Pt 2

Hey guys, this is Chelle here. I'm at the library since Alex has the laptop for now, doing some paper.
September 11th. God, that always sends chills up my spine when I remember it.
There have been some reports about the possibility of another attack earlier this week, but it feels eerily quiet and I feel kind of numb.


It's cold in here, pretty empty sans a couple of other people, and somebody keeps thudding into a wall or something, I hope I finish this thing for school soon. Got to go before a librarian or something hunts after me.


-Chelle

Can't wait

Anyone else see the theme Horror Nights has planned?

"“To wait for luck is the same as waiting for death.” Are you waiting for Luck?

You are captivated by an intense desire to tempt fate. Your heart races. Your nails dig into your thigh. The taste of blood is on your tongue as you bite down on your lip. Your eyes shift wildly as you contemplate the risk. Desire seduces you…and you forget that the House always wins.

Luck will run out as you are consumed by Universal Orlando Resort’s Halloween Horror Nights 21. People from around the globe will be haunted by “the country’s best Halloween event” (Amusement Today) beginning September 23 at Universal Studios Florida. For 25 nights, screams will fill the darkness as guests discover their fate."


I can't wait for the Gambling theme, oh god, oh god, oh gooooooooood. <3


-Chelle