Missing Jewel

"The walls are getting closer. I can feel them. Definitely. Closing. In."

She had no idea how long she'd been here for, all she knew was that it felt like an eternity, and it was having its effect on her. If she looked in the mirror, all she could see was a dirty, tired-eyed, thin version of herself, so she avoided it at all costs.

A step towards Humanity

A person like Davina is hard to describe. Many words come to mind when you characterise their actions; Insane, brash, absurd, psychotic, but when you try to define the person themselves, words are hard to come by. The reason? No one can tell what they're thinking or for tell their next move.

That's what makes them so dangerous.

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Every step along the damned path was getting harder. He could feel the chilled wind gently nudging him forward. It sweetly told him to keep going. It assured that this was the only way to save his daughter, assured that the police didn't care and couldn't do anything. He listened to its deceiving voice.

My Regrets: Part 2

"Susanna?" Dan had been about to leave for work when he saw his wife sitting at the table motionless. Her arms were stretched out and her head was resting on them. 

She let out a small, high-pitched groan, but stayed completely still. Dan was trying to be patient, but he had to go to work and, thanks to the night before, he had a pretty bad hangover.

 He slammed a tight fist on the table and exclaimed, " For goodness sake, woman, just tell me!"

 Susanna, shocked by his attitude, sat up, Her eyes showed fear and worry. She blinked slowly and a tear ran down her red cheek. "It's Leanne."

My Regrets: Part 1

Jade was doodling on a rectangle of yellow paper when she heard the thump outside.

She had been babysitting for the Branson's, while they were out celebrating the birth, in return for a little extra pocket money. To be honest she didn't even really need to be there. Little Leanne had fallen asleep the moment the Branson's left and it had stayed that way.

Her heart sped up a little when she heard it, not much though. She wasn't it the slightest frightened and on any other day she wouldn't have even cared, but she was bored, so her curiosity got the better of her.

Arrivals

"...Everything's......so......okay."

"...Baby....out....odd."

"...Nope....smooth....You're lucky Mrs. Branson."

"Huh?" Susanna hadn't been listening much. Only catching the odd word. There were only two things she was focusing on, the pain and her husband, but mostly the pain.

A wish of death

It was time to move on.

Dan knew this would happen, and he had saved Oliver the liberty of "throwing" him out the house. However, he wasn't ready to go home yet. He couldn't face Susanna's devastated expression again.

So he knew where he was going. Davina. Maybe, just maybe she'd let him stay there for a few days.

A Broken Household

"So what exactly happened?"
"That's not important right now. What is, is that I really need a place to stay tonight."
"A second night? Hmm...I dunno. Soon you'll be living here," Oliver Greenwood laughed, "Alright, pal, I guess you could stay one more night. But don't make a habit of it!"
"Thanks."

Secrets Can't be Held For Long

The constant ringing woke her up. Somehow in the night she had managed to crawl into the house and get into the bed, without remembering a thing. She sat up and yawned slowly.
"I'm coming." She whispered at the phone, annoyed that it had the gall to wake her up from a peaceful slumber.


She stood up, slightly disoriented and wobbly and proceeded to trudge toward the phone.
"Hello." She said, in a monotonous, displeased voice.

Every Couple Has Their Secrets

Dan only stepped into his house to find he wasn't welcome here.

"Where were you last night?" An enraged Susanna shouted at him.

"I was out, with the boys." He quickly lied.

"For the whole night?" She was sure he was lying, she just wanted to prove it.

"It was an all night thing, okay, are we done with the questions?"                                

One thing Always Leads to Another

 It was decided. She was going to become a sculptor, no matter what bumps may turn up in this exciting journey she was about to embark on.

She finally had a reason to stop working purely around the house and she felt great about it, why hadn't she started doing this earlier, she picked up a chisel and hammer, pressed a button and, as if by magic, a large block of clay appeared in front of her. She had managed to buy the latest sculpting technology, the Pedestrian Sculpting Station 3000, in fact, buy wasn't really the word for it, it was more of a loan. Until she could actually pay for it she was "borrowing" it, and she was hoping that soon it would be her's.

However it seemed that it would only be her wallowing in the joy of the new work station.

True Art is Found in Galleries

Susanna decided that, after her husband had quickly rushed off to another tedious day of working hard for minimum pay, she would go out, see the town, and, well, just do something for a change.
She stepped out the front door, and inhaled deeply, the journey was the worst part of the outing, she thought.


















       










She looked around and saw the papergirl was just leaving after putting a freshly printed newspaper on the doorstep.

Stepping quickly down the porch steps, she swiftly hailed an oncoming taxi.

"Where to?" The female driver loudly questioned, but Susanna was too busy thinking about the fact that she had never been in a taxi with a female driver, then started questioning if the trip would actually be safe. For Susanna that meant not getting in anyone's way, or better put, no one getting in her way.

"'Scuse me Ma'am? If you want me to drive, you'll need to answer my question." Susanna had vaguely heard the driver ask her something about where she wanted to be driven too, but, obviously, hadn't realised that it was aimed at her.

"Oh, sorry," She pitifully apologised, "The-the Curious Memorial Museum - Please." She stuttered, saying the first community building that popped into her mind.

"Suree." The driver said with an upbeat tone.

The car journey was long and irksome, if Susanna was to be honest. 

She was relieved to finally be out of the stuffy cab. Fresh air filled her lungs, dissolving the off-smelling odor of the taxi. She looked up at the huge building that stood in front of her.

"I'm going to have a good day," She weakly assured herself, "I will."

She pulled herself up the steep, stone stairs, carefully watching her feet, partly to not make any eye contact with anyone who may be coming down the stairs and partly just because she didn't was to trip over the clumpy nuisances called feet.

The doors were heavy and she wondered why they weren't automatic. Surely it would make it easier for people to get in. She pushed one open nervously, wanting to go by unnoticed by anyone who happened to be inside.

Safe, or so she thought, inside. No one stopped her, or even passed her. She had done it. She could peacefully spend a day at the art gallery.

She stopped in the hallway, looking from left to right, debating which room she should go to. Quickly she rushed right, hoping more people would go left, just in time as someone pushed open the door behind her.

Renewing Relations

 "Bliss, pure bliss." A daydreaming Dan said to himself. He had been sitting in the cheap chair that was falling apart by the second for an hour and a half now.  He had started reading a book about the ever-expanding universe, but he felt that it was in fact the book that was ever-expanding itself. So he had resorted to sitting and thinking about the previous few years of his life, and more accurately his relationship in the past.

However, these light, warm feelings did not hold for long as he slowly dug up memories that were made closer to the present. It just wasn't the same. He hated thinking about it, that maybe the marriage rumors were true, maybe partners did grow apart, which would inevitably lead to a disastrous end. Maybe love did wither away. He scowled at the thought. He had always dreamed of growing up, with a loving wife, and kids. For some reason he had wanted three, no more, no less, but he knew Susanna and kids did not pass so well with her. 

Why me. The phrase suddenly popped into his head. "No," he quietly aruged with himself, "My life is good, it's fine. No, it's better than that, it's-," he paused, "Who am I kidding, we don't talk anymore, in fact we don't do anything together anymore." Dan's expression changed as he fell into a deeper pit of thought.

"Maybe, we should forget it. Maybe we're over," He contemplated, "No, Dan you can't just give up, not again. I can make this work, yeah, I can." At this point he felt that he should be smiling, but he knew all too well that this could end downhill, but he was going to give it a try. He wanted to renew their relationship, one way or another.

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