"It's me, Penelope."
It's been Sam this whole time!?!? My life flashes before my eyes while I'm staring at his unmasked face. "Why didn't you tell me?" I start sobbing uncontrollably.
"I thought it would be too much for you to handle, I was only doing it for your own good."
What?? Does he think that lowly of me? What led him to belive it was "too much" for me?
"Too much?? Are you kidding me?? We promised eachother there would be no secrets, and you decide to dress up in a stupid latex body suit and fight crime? Are you insane??" "I can tell you're angry, so I'm just gonna back out-" He slides out of the room and leaves me standing in our bedroom completely dumbfounded. Who knew he was a total jerk.
"I'm sorry Jenna, it's just not going to work."
No. He can't do this. I refuse.
"Can't we just talk about it? We can make this work." "I'm sorry, Jenna, but we have no other choice. I'm doing this for you own good.
My heart drops to my feet and my face turns completely pale. This is it. There's nothing I can do.
"Please Jacob! I can't live without you! We're meant to be together!" I'm practically clinging on to him in desperation, tears now streaming down my face. "I've already packed my bags, this is it Jenna. Goodbye."
"PLEASE JACOB! NO!"
He pauses just before he closes the door.
"Perhaps things will be better in another life."
The door shuts and I'm left standing in the barren hallway processing what had just happened. My thoughts are left racing and questions remain unanswered.
Monday: April 2 There's a peculiar man who is watching me from outside my window. I should think nothing of it, but it is rather strange that he seemed to appear as soon as it started raining. Perhaps he's a vampire shielding himself from the sun, or a viscous beast stalking me like prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. Or maybe he's just checking out the house?
Tuesday: April 3 My husband just returned from the office! It's been quite a long day for him, I imagine, but I must ask him about this man! He's returned back to the same window and peering into the curtains. What a creep! Update: My husband said he had no knowledge of the man, and when I showed him the window in which he was staring into, he had vanished! I can't get him out of my head.
Wednesday: April 11 It's been a week or so and all I look forward to is that wonderful man. I love the way his pasty white eyes stare directly into mine. It's strangly very comforting.
Thursday: April 12 It didn't rain today. What's a gal to do now? I suppose my husband could serve as a distraction. But then I'd feel unfaithful to my friend. I must keep looking for him.
Thursday: April 19 I have to see him. It's been a week with no sign of his presence. Did he die?
Oh! Why didn't I think of that! Of course he died. After all, he is an old man. And friends would never abandon friends. Only one more thing to do. Update: I'm ready. It's time to see my beloved partner again. Goodbye, Tom.
“GUYS!!”
“Ugh, what Grace.”
I wish they cared more.
“My parents are throwing this HUGE birthday party for me! Are you exited?”
“Sure, whatever.”
“What’s wrong? Is everything alright?”
“No. You’re annoying us. Please leave us alone. You never care about what I want and I’m completely sick of it.”
“Oh. Ok then. Goodbye.”