All the Time in the WorldA Story by rozaA short story I wrote, make what you will of it. Let me know what you think.I
woke up dazed. For a moment I thought I would wake up at home, but things had
changed and I lived with him now. I scratched a line into the bed frame with my
nail, and then I turned around to see if he was there and he was. Still not used to sharing a bed, I was
startled by how close he was. He caught me staring and smiled. “Good morning
beautiful,” he said as he touched my cheek. Shivers went down my spine, his
touch was still uneasy to me. I turned
over to look at the only window in the room and the sun was beaming in. He was
right, it was morning already and I had actually slept through the night. His
watch barely touched my skin but still felt ice cold. It was the same watch he wore on our first
date. We met on a dating website my mother forced me to join. "Judy you're almost 30 and you still
have no boyfriend, how will you ever bring me grandchildren", she always
nagged. After weeks of messaging him, we finally met to have dinner. I wasn’t
sure who to look for when I got there until I noticed a man wearing a bulky
gold watch. The watch was unmistakable and I knew I had seen it in his pictures
before. It looked almost antique,
probably his grandfather’s. “Hi,
I’m Dean. It’s so nice to finally meet you”, he greeted me. He looked different
from anyone I had ever seen before. Dean had the average features of any man but
there was something unique about him. His smile was different for sure. At times it resembled The Joker’s. His
appearance definitely intrigued me. We seemed to realty hit it off that day and
when I got home I had no doubt that there would be a second date. “I’ll
go get breakfast”, he said. I had almost forgotten we were still in bed. I
watched as he got dressed and left the room. I got up to look in the mirror. I
almost didn’t recognize myself; my hair was so oily it went from a light brown
to a shade in between dark brown and black. I desperately needed a shower. He
never cared about how I looked, as long as I was there for him to look at. One
time Dean showed up at my house with a box of chocolates and my favourite
coffee beverage because he heard I was having a bad day. I looked as if I’d
been out all night, but the first thing Dean said was, "You look
gorgeous". “Thank you.” I should have stopped there but I just couldn't help
blubbering on, “I actually haven’t showered in a couple of days. Oh no why did
I say that? You must think I’m
disgusting. Oh my, why am I still talking? Okay I’m just going to stop now.”
Dean didn't say anything but just smiled instead. “Thank you for the drink, how
did you know it was my favourite?” I asked, trying to cover up the awkward
silence. “A boyfriend should know his girl shouldn't he?” I didn't dare respond
because it was the first time Dean had referred to me as his girl and I didn't want to risk sounding like a giddy teenager.
It was just like him to respond with a cute remark instead of answering
the question. We
spent the rest of the day watching movies and goofing around. It was then that
I realized I loved Dean, but would never have risked telling him that. I hadn’t known him for too long but I knew I
would never find anyone like him. I couldn’t describe it, but there was just
something different about him that separated him from the rest of the world.
Maybe it was his weird smile or his mysterious persona. Either way, I knew he
was different. “Knock
Knock,” he said instead of actually knocking. Without waiting for a response, he unlocked
the door. “I brought your favourite, smiley face pancakes with a side of maple
syrup,” he said as he set the tray of food on the table beside the bed. It was my favourite, but this was the fourth
time this week he had made it for me, I guess he was running out of breakfast
ideas. When
I first met Dean I never could have imagined things turning out this way. We
always seemed to have a good time, but after a while it all became a bit
repetitive. After a couple of months of dating I began to lose interest, I
still loved him but I just didn't see where it was going. I knew he could tell
and I knew he was planning something big because of it. On our 3 month
anniversary, Dean invited me over for dinner. I was a little surprised he had
invited me over since I had never been over before and I knew how he liked his privacy.
So I was sure he had a romantic evening planned. We
drove for almost 30 minutes when he asked me to put a blindfold on. He said we
were close and he wanted it to be a complete surprise. My excitement grew, I
was almost positive Dean was taking me to a cute cottage on the lake instead of
his house because we had already been driving for so long. After what seemed like forever, we finally
pulled up. I took my blindfold off and saw what looked like the cutest little
cabin. As
I got closer and my eyes adjusted to the light, it started to resemble this old
hunting cabin my grandfather would take me to. “Is this where you live?” I
asked, confused. “Yeah, this is where I come on the weekends. It’s cute, don’t
you think?” he responded. “Yeah, I guess there’s a certain charm to it.” “Just
wait until you see the inside” he smirked, grabbed my hand and pulled me
inside. We
walked through the door and entered what was probably the living room; there
was no way of telling since it was just one big empty room. “Haven’t bought
furniture yet? I hope you haven’t brought me here to redecorate,” I said
jokingly. “Yeah,” he laughed, “that’s why I brought you here.” He smiled at me
but this wasn't his usual smile, it was different. Dean seemed nervous, like he was hiding
something. I got excited because I
realized there was more to the surprise than just this. “Judy,” he said. I felt
a frisson of emotion as he stared into my eyes. This is it Judy, hold yourself together
now, don’t cry. All you have to do is say yes.
He looked at me with sincerest smile I had seen yet, kneeled down on one
knee, lifted the loose floorboard and hit me over the head. I
remember waking up in a small room, restrained to a bed. I began to panic and scream. No matter how
hard I tugged and pulled the ropes wouldn't come loose. I then shut my eyes and
relaxed. This all had to be a nightmare because if this was the truth then the
truth was wrong. I felt blood trickle down my head and only then did I notice I
was bleeding. I was so full of adrenaline that I hadn't felt the pain. I then
came to grips with reality and noticed that my body ached all over. This was no
dream, no night mare; this was just as real as the blood rushing down my head. I
heard a click and then he walked through the door, locking it behind him. “De'”
I stopped myself. I looked into the eyes of the man standing in front of me,
this wasn't Dean. “You poor thing, what have you done to your wrists?” he said,
pointing to the gashes on my wrists I got from the rope. I only had one question for him. “Why?” I struggled
to say. “Time,” he said, pointing to his watch. “There’s never enough time,” he
continued, “People always leave you, no matter how much you love them, no matter
how much you care! It takes less than a second and then they’re gone from your
life forever. All the time you spent
together, all of it wasted, none of it enough. All they leave you with is a
broken heart and a good for nothing sorry, but not you. You’ll never leave me
because we have all the time in the world”. He looked down at his watch and
smiled. I looked at the broken man
standing in front of me. There was no arguing with him, I could see in his eyes
that his mind was made up. Then I scratched the first line into the bed frame. “Why aren't you eating? Do the pancakes not
taste well or something!” he yelled. I hadn't realized he was still there. I
looked over at the 292 lines on the bed frame. I sighed; time seemed to be all
I had anymore. © 2014 roza |
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