Wanderer's Journal #22

Marie-Lynn and the night-eyed girl clashed like opposites. I stood there absolutely confused as the two gave each other death stares. It looked as if it was about to get violent. I grabbed Marie-Lynn's arm and started pulling her away. I said something about having to get somewhere to the night-eyed girl as we left. Once a good distance away, Marie-Lynn shook her arm free and turned into me. Her arms wrapped around me fearfully and she sobbed on my shoulder. I asked her what that was about. She pulled away and met my eyes with hers. Then she told me who the night-eyed girl really was. "She's the girl from my dream..." 

I suppose you could say that I already knew this, but that was an idle fear at first. I comforted Marie-Lynn and brought her to a quiet place where we could be alone. Eventually her tears stopped. I felt guilty for some reason. I asked her why she wanted to leave town in a bad attempt to make her think about something else. Just as my luck would have it, she wanted to leave town because of the night-eyed girl. I was shocked, but after that meeting, it seemed understandable. The two were at odds and there was no denying that. Later that night, I found myself stuck in reality, trapped by thoughts of Marie-Lynn and the night-eyed girl. I thought perhaps I could talk to Mili, the night-eyed girl, and try to resolve the invisible conflict. Of course, I had never truly spoken to her before. Mild pleasantries had been exchanged, but purely due to her own politeness and my nervous attraction. Things had changed, however. She would associate me with Marie-Lynn, disrupting the neutrality I may have had. 

With that in mind, I dared approach her, for my love for the flame-haired girl gave me a childish courage. Mili turned to leave before I could speak, but I stopped her and spoke my piece. I begged that she leave Marie-Lynn alone and assured that she would return the favor. My requests and offers fell on dead ears. I was pushed to the side as Mili's boyfriend walked up to her. His timing seemed perfect for her, for we knew I could not ask anything while he was near. I had not known him before that day and only knew who he was when his lips met hers. A primal 'zilia', if you will, washed through me. It turned me green and corrupted. I suddenly wanted her all to myself. My mind became foggy and utterly distracted. Her boyfriend was short but built. He had well cut blond hair and carried himself with the perfect amount of confidence. Was I truly jealous that she was his, or was it a twisted envy? The politeness I once knew her so well for was mirrored in his words and tone as he questioned what had been happening before he appeared. As obvious as it was, I lied and fled from the man. I tried not to look over my shoulder, but I could not resist. The two had already left. Was I that unimportant to her?

Later that day, I reported my failure to Marie-Lynn. I left out the details about my jealousy, or envy. We agreed to leave town in a week if nothing improved. But that night I entered another's dream world. Perhaps she was unaware of her dream-state, for she did not seem to notice the strangeness of the dream. I, on the other hand, noticed with great familiarity. It was Mili's dream world and her boyfriend, whose name was Robert, was also there. He was completely unaware. My envy of him had been absent that night, for I was in my element. However, due to the fact that it was not my dream, I could not alter it in the slightest. It was merely a strange rendition of reality. I stood opposite from the couple. Our eyes were filled with a secret longing, along with a false aggression.

"Look," Rob began saying. He was silenced before he could continue. I was not sure if I appreciated the silencing or not. We stood there in silence for a dog's age. But then the world started changing. Mili would not remember this part, I reckoned. I took the chance to speak with her subconscious. 

"Why Marie-Lynn?" The sky began spinning. It turned black with white streaks in it. It was hypnotizing and I looked away. The ground was becoming an asphalt road. The yellow line appeared between my feet. I was running out of time.

"The innocent cannot survive much longer."

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I have recently been lacking the sleep that our narrator above never missed. Of course, this is entirely my fault and due to a backwards sleeping schedule. Perhaps it is only backwards because I am trying to correct it. Anyhow, I felt that I am obliged to inform you that I am once again doing Camp NaNoWriMo. Throughout August, I will be writing a new novel that I recently had the inspiration for. The novel goes by the name of "The Knife In Admeta's Back."

The novel idea came to me when I was thinking about a novel I started back at the end of 2009, and the beginning of 2010. It was called "Admeta" and never really got written. For the small part that was written, I described it as a modern day Romeo and Juliet. It was quite cliche if you ask me. I would have gone with that initial idea, but something else came to me. A murder mystery may be more interesting to write. I have yet to write anything longer than a thousand words that would be a part of the mystery genre. Therefore, I found it quite fitting to write a full fifty thousand word novel in a month as a way to try out the genre.

Perhaps I ought to introduce a character or two. The story follows Innocenzio Dell'Aera, a nineteen year old boy, and his ex-girlfriend Admeta Oinek. Obviously it is a tale of betrayal and death, but that will be left to later. Innocenzio, or Inno, is a high school graduate that works for a high-brand knife company, called Slice Mo' (Slice More). He is of Italian decent, in case that isn't completely obvious. I am quite tempted to begin talking about the story; however, I will refrain from doing so for the reason that I wish to keep the surprise alive.

I thank you for reading this and wish you a good day. Until next time,

-Zero

Link to Camp NaNoWriMo Website: http://campnanowrimo.org/