silentpoet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 1, 2001
- Messages
- 207
None of the other 364 days mattered, they were all warm-ups for the one-day where everything mattered. Just killing time. The wait before seeing the light, a light at the end of the sewer. Mary Jane thought about that while she looked through her old magazines. Entertainment Weekly will always have a soft spot in her heart, not to mention in her wallet. She use to love reading the reviews where the writer would bash the crap out of some movie for being to boring, or having no plot, and having the sense that the actors “forced” their performance.
“What the hell where they suppose to do”, she thought, “wait around until the life on the script happened to them?”
It was a good argument, but a self-argument, so no one else heard it and since then it has been long forgotten. She woke up the same today; left side of the bed in her underwear. She brushed her teeth the same; for a minute until she gagged, then she rinsed her mouth out. She even urinated the same; sitting on the toilet like all proper young ladies do. Just another routine day in the life of Mary Jane.
Outside was the same. The sun was still there, in the same spot it always is at 11:53am, waiting behind her house. Her parents had already went to work, which she was glad to know, because the tension of living at home has become a thick cloud of fog over the Gleery residence.
Catherine Gleery was her birth name, only when she turned eighteen did she change it to Mary Jane. Her parents didn’t like it.
Tired of doing the same thing, Mary Jane wanted to do something different. She wanted to take a chance, lead a life like they do on the pictures. No more of those loser guys hitting on her, or the looks she gets from other females, Mary Jane was going to do something different today.
She was a beautiful girl. Hard to believe she only had one boyfriend in her life. Long black hair that touched her shoulders like a finger of Angels touching the stream of rain. Eyes that were as big and brown as the most brown of brown in the universe. A slim body with perfect breasts, she was the ideal girl for most guys. But Mary Jane didn’t like dating most guys because they were boring. She wanted someone like her, someone who always knew what to do, who never said no to a good time, and who would rather lay in the field with a beach towel than go out to some restaurant only to be murdered in the pocket by a gold digging whore.
Yes, this was Mary Jane. Standing outside her house. A big blue house in the land of Suburbia. With neighbors that spent hours a day tending to their rose garden, walking dogs that were ugly, and getting the mail that only had bills and adds. Mary Jane was the freak of the neighborhood. And it suited her just fine.
“I guess I’ll go get the mail now,” she mumbled to herself as she slowly walked down her street to the end where the boxes where. The sun, already in full action, was pounding down against her back as she floated, not walked, to the boxes. #5. Lucky #5.
“Bills, bills, adds, Entertainment Weekly, adds, ‘Have you seen this child?’, and a strange looking letter?”
This letter was strange looking. First off, it was polka dot with the words “greenspan” written all over it. Ironic part was, it was written in red. Right dab in the middle wrote the inscription, “Are you ready?”
No address, no name on it, and no post stamp. Just the question. Shit, she thought, I’m ready.
Opening was easy; it seemed to just glide on open, with no rips or frills. Suddenly the wind picked up, and the heat turned to ice. It was one of those summer changes that happen out of no where. Everything will be fine one second, then bam, it changes like a new babies mood. It felt nice to her. The cold running down her back. It was something to celebrate; so she put down the letter on the street and looked up at the sky with her eyes closed, and out stretched her arms as if being crucified. After a few minutes she got bored again and decided to find out what she was ready for.
“Sometimes you lead the life you love, but you need to love the life you live. It will happen.”
Just then a car come up. A man driving the car, about twenty years old, with jet black hair and a lip ring.
“Don’t trust me”, he said, “I’m evil.”
And with that she got into the car and was never heard of again. No, she wasn’t raped or murdered, she just had no reason to look back.
“What the hell where they suppose to do”, she thought, “wait around until the life on the script happened to them?”
It was a good argument, but a self-argument, so no one else heard it and since then it has been long forgotten. She woke up the same today; left side of the bed in her underwear. She brushed her teeth the same; for a minute until she gagged, then she rinsed her mouth out. She even urinated the same; sitting on the toilet like all proper young ladies do. Just another routine day in the life of Mary Jane.
Outside was the same. The sun was still there, in the same spot it always is at 11:53am, waiting behind her house. Her parents had already went to work, which she was glad to know, because the tension of living at home has become a thick cloud of fog over the Gleery residence.
Catherine Gleery was her birth name, only when she turned eighteen did she change it to Mary Jane. Her parents didn’t like it.
Tired of doing the same thing, Mary Jane wanted to do something different. She wanted to take a chance, lead a life like they do on the pictures. No more of those loser guys hitting on her, or the looks she gets from other females, Mary Jane was going to do something different today.
She was a beautiful girl. Hard to believe she only had one boyfriend in her life. Long black hair that touched her shoulders like a finger of Angels touching the stream of rain. Eyes that were as big and brown as the most brown of brown in the universe. A slim body with perfect breasts, she was the ideal girl for most guys. But Mary Jane didn’t like dating most guys because they were boring. She wanted someone like her, someone who always knew what to do, who never said no to a good time, and who would rather lay in the field with a beach towel than go out to some restaurant only to be murdered in the pocket by a gold digging whore.
Yes, this was Mary Jane. Standing outside her house. A big blue house in the land of Suburbia. With neighbors that spent hours a day tending to their rose garden, walking dogs that were ugly, and getting the mail that only had bills and adds. Mary Jane was the freak of the neighborhood. And it suited her just fine.
“I guess I’ll go get the mail now,” she mumbled to herself as she slowly walked down her street to the end where the boxes where. The sun, already in full action, was pounding down against her back as she floated, not walked, to the boxes. #5. Lucky #5.
“Bills, bills, adds, Entertainment Weekly, adds, ‘Have you seen this child?’, and a strange looking letter?”
This letter was strange looking. First off, it was polka dot with the words “greenspan” written all over it. Ironic part was, it was written in red. Right dab in the middle wrote the inscription, “Are you ready?”
No address, no name on it, and no post stamp. Just the question. Shit, she thought, I’m ready.
Opening was easy; it seemed to just glide on open, with no rips or frills. Suddenly the wind picked up, and the heat turned to ice. It was one of those summer changes that happen out of no where. Everything will be fine one second, then bam, it changes like a new babies mood. It felt nice to her. The cold running down her back. It was something to celebrate; so she put down the letter on the street and looked up at the sky with her eyes closed, and out stretched her arms as if being crucified. After a few minutes she got bored again and decided to find out what she was ready for.
“Sometimes you lead the life you love, but you need to love the life you live. It will happen.”
Just then a car come up. A man driving the car, about twenty years old, with jet black hair and a lip ring.
“Don’t trust me”, he said, “I’m evil.”
And with that she got into the car and was never heard of again. No, she wasn’t raped or murdered, she just had no reason to look back.
