A Terrible Warning

This is only an over view of a story I may write, I do not know if I should just get though. This was inspired by a dear friend's story I read today. I miss him very much.

My mother always told me to be a good example, a good example to my little brother, a good example of our family. She never minded about my well being, just the facade the world would see on the daily. She bought me unnecessarily expensive clothing, and had me always wear my make up just so. What the world saw, and who I was different to me and the same to her. If some one saw me as nothing, I was nothing. She made me feel as if in this world, I simply did not “count”. So now I’ve decided that no one is looking at my good example, and as the rest of the saying goes, I shall be a horrible warning.

 

The most beautiful boy of my life pulled into my drive way, just like he does every morning, and every morning I hear him call for me I smile.

“What’s cooking babe?” Gregg is always so silly and excited in the morning, I think it makes up for my lack or personality at this particular time of day. I kissed him on the cheek and told him I loved him.

“I read your story last night.” I told him quietly.

“Really? What did you think?”

 

Every time I read one of Gregg’s stories, which are always romances in even the most minuscule way possible, I always imagine him sitting there thinking in some way or some relation of me and that some how I am the model of his many flawless creations.  At the end of the day, I don’t really believe that honestly, but at the same time I’ve always wanted to ask him if it were true, but I scared of his answer. It might be some one else. I wish I could say what I feel for once.

“I really loved it, as always. Your characters are always so conflicted.”

“Oh course they are Amelia, its what makes them memorable.”

“I suppose.”

 

I got out of the car and gathered my things and we immediately hurried in different directions proclaiming our love across the school lawn, late, as always. How could it really be any other way?

 

That day was rather dull and uneventful, as usually. When I arrived home I immediately called Gregg, as usual, and we talked, But tonight something was different, Gregg was high as a kite. We’d always promised each other never to let this happen. And I began to fall to pieces. He just laughed in utter bliss on the situation. It was lie this every night after for weeks, though we never discussed, I honestly don’t even think he remembered any of it.

 

One night when we were on the phone, I asked him for his dealers number, and he some how managed to give it to me. I called, and asked the man to meet me. That night I bought everything the many had with my birthday money and I don’t regret a moment of it. And I smoked my first, of many joints. I really do hate weed with every fiber of my being. But I had to save him, I had to show him what he could become. I had to warn him, but he would never listen to my example, so my warning was what was left.

Every night we talked on the phone after that both of us, blown out of our minds. Time seemed to pass faster then it should and before I knew, I’d find myself taking several hit of acid every night. Sobbing as the needle pierced my skin. I hated this, but love him far too much to quit now.  I would die, in the place of him, for him to see what was happening.

Eventually I would die, and it was then, and only then that he say what was going on. Now I am dead and he has realized now that I loved him and he has stopped. My life is, gone my significance gained. I died in the place of some one I loved. My warning had a purpose.

Reviews

[Daiku Maryu]

Creepy story, at least for me. It's rather scary to think somebody would be willing to sacrifice their own life, just because they thought somebody else would stop taking drugs, if they did. It makes me feel sory for the narrator.