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I looked up at the night sky and sighed. There were too many lights on around this neighborhood to really see any. Light pollution, I thought with no small amount of dislike, was a mood killer. I liked to stare at stars, but if you could only see a few… Oh well. I sighed again. That wasn’t what was really on my mind, though. Next month, in only a few weeks’ time, I was going to be moving to a new city, one even further away from my parents than where I currently lived. Of course, I wasn’t moving alone – I was moving in with my brother. He found a house and bought it and offered me a place so that I could save money. He already told me how much I was going to pay as far as rent went and, let me tell you, it was dirt cheap compared to where I was currently. Rent with utilities included and then I’d have to buy my own groceries, of course, but it was all so much cheaper. That alone would help me get a new car by January, which I desperately wanted. I was tired of having to waste money on the truck. It was draining me dry, having to buy a new part every time it broke down, which was far too often.

Money, as anyone can tell, is a stress all on itself. You can never have enough of it because there is always something that needs to get done; a new tire, groceries, the dryer breaking down thus needing a new one… Or a roommate taking advantage of you and your generosity… and your wallet… All these examples drain you dry, and bring on a new level of stress when it all happens at once. And happen all at once was something I knew and knew well. This past year, my first year living out of my folks home, had been a trying one. I didn’t know what stress truly meant before now.

Yet my brother, the guy everyone knew to be a hard-ass jerk, was opening his arms for me. He was allowing me into his new place, to help me save money. To help me relieve some of the built up stress. I didn’t know how to feel. My brother and I, we’re opposites, but we’re siblings. We have different views on quite a few subjects, but we were raised equally. So living with each other, however long his patience will hold out for me, was truly going to be… an interesting one.

Interesting and, well…

“Scary…” I muttered aloud. Besides me, my character (Gary, I thought silently, deciding to finally¬ give him a name) shimmered into existence. His steps never faltered, immediately syncing to mine as we walked along the sidewalk. I had to squelch my surprise. He was here – again. Again, again, again… The surprise would never get old.

“Life is scary,” He said point blankly, looking up at the sky with quite a serious face. He then looked down at me and smiled. “You learn to run forwards with a brave face and life goes on.”

I frowned at him and shoved my hands down deep into my pockets. I wished they were the pockets of my hoodie, but it was only September in Texas. Fall hadn’t even crossed the mind of the weather yet, unfortunately. “I don’t think it’s whether I’m brave or not. This is my brother we’re talking about… I don’t know if he’s gonna hate me after all this is said and done. I’m not the easiest person to live with after all.”

Gary looked at me and coked an eyebrow. He knew exactly what I meant, but-,” after having just one roommate, a girl who took advantage of you and your kindness… That doesn’t mean you’re a horrible person to live with.” He shrugged and hooked one of his arms with my bent one, letting me keep my hand in my pocket. His hand, too, went into his pocket and we walked for a moment in thoughtful silence. The wind rustled the trees and the crickets chirped their songs around us. Then he spoke again. “Despite this, we both know it’s not just your brother you’re scared of.”

I pursed my lips and looked at him with narrowed eyes. “I’m not scared of him, per say. I just don’t want to disappoint him. Or, like… Lose his respect.”

The man nodded in understanding. “Yes. You’re right. But don’t distract me. It’s not your brother – it’s the next chapter in your life you fear the most.” He nodded wisely and looked up to the obscured view of the stars. “Your future is unknown,” he continued. “You don’t know what living with your brother will entail – you also don’t know what your next few steps will be. Will you stay with your current workplace, save up as much as possible, and then return to your hometown for this job? Or will you find a new job closer to this new place, save up your money, and venture even further away from your parents? The first would be tedious, but familiar to you and the latter would be yet another step into the unknown.”

“Both something unsavory to think about, but only one would really help me move on in life,” I muttered, looking down to watch the ground. I didn’t like the sound of either option. But if I stayed where I was at now, I’d be stuck doing the same thing over and over and over… And retail was annoying.

“You need to open your eyes and broaden your horizons, girl. Life has so much more to offer than retail,” Gary quietly said. I made a face at the ground. I still felt like a child in my body, as if I hadn’t really grown up. Me? A young woman? You lie. I was nothing but a mere girl…

I heaved a big sigh and muttered,” I’m done adulting now… It’s totally overrated.”

That made him laugh. “Totally,” he agreed.

I looked up as we turned down the next street. We had reached my parents road. Their home was the first red bricked house on the left with the huge oak tree in front. I loved this home, having lived here for the past sixteen years – not including the past year in the apartment. I was going to miss this house dearly when my parents moved. And they would. Once every one of my siblings moved out, my parents would find a new place to live. It would be their next chapter in life, their time together to make more memories. Just like how moving in with my brother would be mine. They would embrace that time. As for me…

…Ugh. Ok. Yeah, I could do this. Running down the road of life – bring it on.

Next to me, Gary snorted, but he remained silent, cheering me with no words needed. I grinned back at him as we walked up the driveway. I was still a little doubtful, but it took baby steps to get where you wanted and need to be. And I was glad he had showed up. I was grateful to the little pep talk. It was what I needed, though as short as it was. The talk… and having someone there, letting me borrow an ear. “Thank you,” I quietly said as he unhooked our arms, stopping in his tracks as I continued up to the front porch where the light shone, welcoming me home.

“Any time, every time,” was his response. I looked back at him as I rested a hand on the knob to the front door. We smiled warmly at each other and then he gave me a two-finger salute as the wind swept past us. “You need to seize the day, girl. Make it your own. The future isn’t all that scary,” he said, his words echoing in my head as the next gust helped him fade away into the darkness.

I smiled and turned to the door, twisting the metal in my hand and pushing it forwards. As I walked in, I closed my eyes and saw a brighter tomorrow. He was right. It was time to grasp hold of the unknown. My next chapter in life.
My Next Chapter
Alllllriiiight! Let's bring on the cheesiness! xDD I dunno. Don't give me those faces. 
I needed the contact of another human being. I needed a hug. I wanted to be held. I felt down and heavy with a throbbing headache that reached my eyes. All I wanted was to go back to my apartment, close the blinds, and roll myself into my blankets and just be there for a while.

But I could do none of that – I didn’t have the time. Not even enough time to ease the headache that was nearing on to a full blown migraine. I dropped my father off back at home having just gone to my Grandmother’s for our weekly trip. Sundays we went over to have breakfast with her, one of the days out of the week that I really enjoyed myself. But today was quite the opposite. Waking up with a head ache really killed the vibe… But then, so did the depression that hung over my shoulders like boulders. Now I was on my way to work.

I needed human contact, but interaction was a whole different matter. I didn’t want to talk. I certainly didn’t want to be around a crowd of talking people. All day long, one person after another, my headache worsened as well as my mood. I was ready to break down and cry. This was just a really stupid day. Why did I feel like this today?

The shift dragged by slowly. It got worse with every irritable customer. Somehow or another, I made it through. Finally, my shift was over. Why did it seem like my coworkers were relieved to see me go? My shoulders hunched over just a bit. I hustled my way out of the building, got into my truck, and then realized I was trying to fly back to an empty apartment. The first few tears broke free easily then. I hadn’t thought the boulders on my shoulders could weigh any more, but they did. I took a deep breath, shifted the gears into Drive, and drove a granny’s pace back to my place, dreading every second closer the tires took me.

When I got there, I immediately flew to the bathroom and immediately stripped, taking a long shower to prolong the moment of going to bed to cry. It was inevitable. I felt so down, so blue, all for no apparent reason… I didn’t know how else to… let this feeling go. How do you make yourself cheer up when you don’t have the strength to even stand for long? I shook my head to dispel the down spiraling thoughts and grabbed a towel. I took my time drying my hair after the steamy shower. I braided my hair and wrapped the damp towel around my body. It was time to face the hollowness of the apartment. I dragged my feet  to my bedroom and, once in, went to my closet, keeping the lights off; I knew where everything was, so I didn’t need to see. I dressed into a big, baggy shirt and then proceeded to climb up into my bed so that I could make myself into a human burrito with my blankets.

I ran into a hard lump the moment I tried to climb up. “Wha--?”

The lump moved and I found that it was rather large, covering nearly my whole bed’s length. I sat up in alarm. Who was in my apartment – in my bed?! “Mm…” Up to the top of my bed where my pillows were, arms reached up to stretch. “Mm?” Slowly, the lump rose up a little and a man looked back at me with some major bed hair. The moonlight that came in glimpses through the window gave me a slight clue as to who it was. I gasped quietly.
He was here again.

“You’re back,” he murmured sleepily. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Waiting for – “Me?” I whispered, half smiling, half stifling the urge to laugh in exasperation… maybe a little bit of desperation. Tears burned my eyes. The day was catching up to me, though the pain in my head was dulled at this point. But the feelings of doom and gloom from this morning returned. So, unlike the first time he was here, I didn’t hesitate to duck under the blankets to crawl up to lie besides him. He was waiting, having already lied back down himself. He pulled me on top of his chest, let me curl up to get comfortable, and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Yeah you,” he whispered, pressing the side of his head to mine as he hugged me close to him. “Who else? Now, you’ve had a long day, Honey.” He kissed my forehead. I couldn’t help it, my smile grew soft and my heart melted. I snuggled closer to him and closed my eyes. “Go to sleep…”

“Okay.” I listened to his heart beat for a long while. I fell asleep in his arms, safe and sound.
Exhaustion hit me like a freight train after the party that never happened. I’d invited a handful of people to my Taco Tuesday… and no one showed. So the huge amount of left overs was tucked away in containers and into the fridge and the dishes used whilst cooking… I couldn’t be bothered by them. I left them exactly where they had been left – here, there, all around the counters and in the sink – and I carefully treaded to my room. It was barely past seven-thirty p.m, but I couldn’t take it any longer. I was upset with myself for hoping too much for a nice get together with people I wanted to talk to, who’d become part of my life, if ever so slight. My heart was heavy, my head hurt with the pulsing negativity, and everything just seemed like too much for me to bear at the moment. This wasn’t the first time it happened.

So I went to bed. I hid myself under the covers. And time crept by slowly.

I eventually fell asleep. I woke around one in the morning for a glass of water, not quite awake enough to remember that my heart was stupidly hurting, and I fell back in bed, immediately dozing off once more. I dreamt of total nonsense like I did every night. It was bright and colorful, but none was remembered when I woke up later in the morning. I didn’t open my eyes for the longest time, afraid to throw myself back into reality. Why did it hurt so much? I cared, I cared too much. With that thought, the negativity roared in my head and in my chest and I tried to hide my face in my pillow, urging myself to fall back asleep.

Sleep never came. I knew when to call it quits. I rolled over and crept my hand out from beneath the covers in search of my phone. I looked at the time glaring back at me from the screen and had to bite back a sigh. It was nearing eight-fifteen in the morning. Had I honestly been in bed for over twelve hours? What a complete waste. But even that thought didn’t seem to deter me. Even so that it was a waste, I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to be productive. It didn’t matter anyways, right? After last night, it didn’t seem like anyone cared. Shit, if I were to slit my wrists right now (which was such a drastic thing, not to be taken lightly, but perhaps that was the point?), no one would even notice. Not for quite some time, and by that point, I would be cold as stone. I would be dead.

Unintentionally, tears burned my eyes. What a stupid notion, me offing myself. I couldn’t ever do something so impossible. I was cowardly like that. I was stupid. Loneliness was better than nothing at all. Being dead would be nothing for me. I would cease to exist and then where would I be? Not feeling anything…

But would that then be a better choice..?

“You bet your ass it wouldn’t.”

My head popped up and I looked around towards the door, my eyes impossibly wide. That voice – it couldn’t be. Could I be so lucky-?

But it was him, it was my character. He was there, standing in the doorway of my room. When had he appeared? Why? Hadn’t I been that lucky only so few nights ago?

The man, my fictional character, uncrossed his arms from his chest and he straightened from leaning against the doorway. He walked the short distance from there to my bed and he reached over to pet my hair out of my face. “Sweet, stop hurting yourself,” He whispered as his hand trailed down till his fingers could stroke my cheek. He then proceeded to get in bed with me. I was awkward about it, scooting back to give him space, yet he grabbed my waist and pulled me back and we settled into a comfortable embrace. My cheek was pressed up to his chest, my ear right up to his beating heart. He was warm. I closed my eyes and smiled slightly.  I had missed this.

“You’re back,” I whispered. The tears from before burned my eyes once more but for a completely different reason.

“I am,” He whispered in return, talking against the top of my head. I smiled. My heart warmed. No one came to my stupid get together, none at all… But my day didn’t end with my being lonely after all.

“Thank you.” I don’t remember if I said that to him last time he was here. But I was terribly grateful then, and I sure was now and I needed him to know that. Still, I couldn’t believe my lucky stars that he was right here, in my bed. Was I deserving of his company? I didn’t know…  It didn’t feel like it. But like heck was I going to complain!

He chuckled softly as if he read my thoughts. His hands tightened on my clothes as he squeezed my body in a hug. When he relaxed, he pecked my head with his lips and then slowly let go. I made a noise in protest and tried to cling to him, but he was firm as he got off the bed. I looked up at him, afraid I’d done something wrong. He just got here… Was he going to leave already?

The look in his eyes told me otherwise. Before I could bat an eye, he grabbed the edge of my mattress – and flipped it up. I went flying the other way, right off of my bed. My pillows and blankets were dumped on top of me. I squawked in surprise and popped out from beneath to look up at him. He folded his arms against his chest, smirking in triumph. “Rise and shine!” He exclaimed a little too brightly. He went to the window and yanked the cord, raising the blinds and letting the sun blind me. “Up and at ‘em, girl!”

“I don’t want to!” I complained before grabbing the edge of one of my blankets, hiding my head beneath it. My depression from earlier made me feel heavy; my legs were like lead and my arms rubbery. I didn’t want to move whatsoever.

“Too bad, so sad. You’re making me breakfast,” I heard him state. The blanket was ripped from my hands and my wrists were grabbed. I was pulled up despite my struggling and dragged out of my room out to the rest of the apartment. The blinds in the next two, main rooms had been raised – had he done that? The man could move. I could only groan in aggravation. The sun was too bright. Why was he doing this to meeeeee? “Get cooking, woman!” His voice was full of teasing, but joking he was not. A box of pancake mix was shoved into one hand and a mixing bowl and whisk into the other. I looked at him with a squinted look. He looked far too pleased with himself. Everything was ‘too’ much today. I moved towards the counter and placed the things from my hands down…… and then made a mad dash for my room. The man grabbed me around the middle as I passed him. My feet went flying up in the air as I squeaked – literally squeaked – and he laughed merrily.

“You’re not going anywhere, missy,” He playfully growled in my ear. I sulked as he placed me back on me feet. I knew I wouldn’t get far by trying to run again, so I pouted at him and slowly made my way back to the counter. I glared down at the things he’d given me. I didn’t want to cook.

But eventually, I did. The tall man came up behind me, surprising the hell out of me when he grabbed my hands to assist me in each step, and we made all of the food together. It was… nice. Refreshing. When was the last time I cooked with someone else? Someone who wanted to be in my company? I had to squash those feelings down. I couldn’t let myself be depressed when he was here. Together, we made him his pancakes, though some of the dough never made it to the pan. We had flour in our hair, on his nose, and on my ass where he slapped it in ‘good game’. Whatever the hell that meant. I was smiling throughout it all. Then we also made bacon and eggs, and coffee because apparently he was a coffee man. I liked it, but I didn’t drink it every day.

Cooking together really made me happy. I enjoyed his company and we enjoyed the food we made together. I smiled down into my coffee mug at the table as the man took a big bite from his pancakes. This.. This made up for yesterday, and then some. I could live with this.
Things Get Better
I don't know why this depression makes me feel so desperate. But writing it out makes me feel a whole lot better. :) I think writing is the key to getting over it, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do. ^^
I've been having a bad few days... The day before last,  my truck wouldn't start.. So we had a towing service move my truck to my parents house so my brother and neighbor could work on it.. That night, afetr I got off, my dad and mom came to pick me up. Well,  I hadn't even reached their car yet when I realized my dad was trying to start it... But.. it was dead. I had to call my other brother to come jump us. Their battery was no good, so we had to buy a new one... Well, Paul and Markie got my truck to start. But when Paul was trying to leave, Markie came up to us and.. his car wasn't starting. Mom said I was cursed. Jordan, guy I'm currently interested in said I was a 'daemon' and to remind him not to let me in his car. They were both only kidding... but I feel like a horrible human being now. And then when I was going back to my apartment last night,  I got on the highway and found out if I tried to go over 60 (70 is the speed limit), the engine would shake the entire truck real bad. It was scary. Shit shouldn't be happening like that at night and least of all on the HW.

Well.. Today was just as bad, if not worse.
The morning started out fine. Got up in time, got to cuddle with my two fur babies, and even made some bacon and eggs for breakfast. My shift at work was only 10-4, a 6 hour day. Which is not bad at all. I love short days like that. But I forgot that it was a Friday and I was working in the booth. At Randalls, Fridays are our most busiest days because it's the day of all our specials. As for the booth,  I'm still in the workings of being trained. And so far I dislike it. I know it'll get real easy once I have it all down and know how to take care of the customers' problems. But, gods.. Today was horrible..

A lot of customers were bitchy, despite how sunshiney it was outside. Like, normally, everyone would be happy for some warmth after some cold days. But,  no,  a lot of people were unhappy. Made things even worse due to the store being crazy busy. At  the customer service booth,  we had a line at every corner. People were standing in line for quite a while, and the longer they waited, the crabbier they got. I'm new to this, so I'm slow. Some of them didn't care, they were angry no matter what.

Then I lost the key to my till. Which is a huge deal. I had myself, my manager, the grocery manager, my assistant store directer, and then even my store directer looking for that damned key. I was so damn flustered and frustrated and stressed. How could I have lost it? I couldn't remember where I might have left it, we looked EVERY WHERE. They had to break out the extra key, but... it was a really big deal. Someone finally found it on one of the bag racks on one of the registers -- practically in plain sight. Gods, a ton was lifted off my chest. It was a huge relief.

Later that day, things were still going kind of chaotic and I kept forgetting the codes and the procedures for the back. My coworker was a bit frustrated with me. I'm slow, it sucks, I'm sorry.. Well, I don't really feel like(or think I can really) get into specifics. Point blank,  I got the tip of my finger on my dominant hand slammed in the safe door. Fucking hurt like hell. Still does. It wasted a ton of time because my assistant store director caught wind of it and he had to file an incident report. fucking sucks..

Right now,  the tip of my finger is swollen like a little ball ad a quarter of the nail is black and purple. Freakin' hurts.

Yet.. I dunno. It doesn't feel like this is really even the worse, like the worse has yet to come. ugh. Everything sucks right now..


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I'm a sideways kinda person! :]

Find me on Skype!! :D!! jen.duke4

I liiike, loooove, adooooore yaoi; writing it, reading it, but maybe not watching it - I feel embarrassed because, well...... The sex noises. omg the sex noises are so awkward and embarrassing. xD!!

I like to read and cook, and - - S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G. Good lord I love to shop. I've just recently been kicked out of my tomboy phase (though I still refuse to wear makeup) and I've been spending so much money on shoes and clothes and - soon - I'll be buying me some lolita dresses. *^*!! MWA HAHAHAHAHAH

I'm pretty open-minded and, hopefully, I'm easy to get along with. I'm lazy, I love to procrastinate, and a lot of time there's gotta be an incentive for me to do shit. (And I curse a lot, oops hehe X3)

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KehXKeova Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
I haven't heard from you in so long!!  Worried 

I hope you're doing okay!!  Hug 
Animaid101 Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2015
Thank you very much for the watch, dear! Heart
xSagittariax Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks a lot for the fav! <3 ,,^__^,,
FrostedStorm-24 Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015
:D THANK YOU FOR THE FAVE.! ^^ :hug: That really means a lot y'know??
KehXKeova Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks for the fave, again, hun.
I know you usually comment on my work, so I'm hoping everything is okay. :worry:
You seem as if you've been depressed as of late. =(
artluvr103 Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
thank you for the watch! :D 
Makona-Duke Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2015  Student General Artist
You're welcome! :D
Juuria66 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist

Is that good? XD If not let me know and I'll do a regular style one with proper details and such...
Makona-Duke Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Student General Artist
That's perfect! :D

Is his bracelet a cross? Just checking to make sure. xDD

Thank you!
Juuria66 Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Yes, he always wears a bracelet made of small wooden beads, and a little silver cross/crucifix whatever you wish to call it. xD
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