Cassandra - the rest of chapter 3"So you know then?" She stammered. I nodded, still unsure of how she would react. She gulped and then continued talking, "How did you find out?" she asked.I didn't quite know what to say. How do you admit that you've been stalking your werewolf best friend for the past few weeks?"Um," I hesitated, the lack-of-witnesses situation really wasn't helping, "I can't really remember... I decided to see if the trip to my house was shorter if I walked the way you do... I think...""Seriously? You expect me to believe that? I know you Layla, you just don't do that sort of thing." She paused and I winced as it dawned on her, "You were following me, weren't you?""I may have been...""You were! You saw what happened! You didn't call the police? How could you Layla?" yelled Cassandra, as her shock subsided into rage."I tried to! Believe me I tried! My phone was dead, you freak of nature!""Are you scared of me?" She asked quietly."No... I'm so sorry...""I didn't ask if you were s
100% trueI was walking away. The relief felt good. But not as good as it would feel to hurt them. Go on. Hurt them like they hurt you. I closed my eyes and shook my head. This wasn't going to happen. Not again. Hear them laugh. she said, they laugh at your pain, don't they deserve some of their own? And now I was agreeing with her. My anti-conscience. How irritating. I looked at the ground. Keep walking now and everything will be alright. Time seemed to slow when you were thinking. I was a few metres away now. But they still laugh! she pleaded, Please! I can't do anything! But you can! Wipe the smiles of their dumb faces. Before I knew what was happening, my feet were turning, and I was screaming. And she had won again. The coldness would start soon. The uncontrolable shaking. I tried to explain with words but they wouldn't come. It was just screaming and kicking and running. Again.
I don't think you understandI don't think you understand,That I'm human,That I hurt,I don't think you understand,That you hurt me,I don't think you understand,That I cry,Because I hurt you,I don't think you understand,That if this was a story, you'd be the villan,I don't think you understand,And if you do,You deserve exactly what you get from me.
AgreementShe shot her last boyfriend,Where?In the heart I presume,I'll keep pretending I don't care,But I do,It's sheer brilliance,"Of course it is" You say,I say "How can you agree?"You don't agree, you acknowledge.Wait? What?
Rhonwen Ackerley 'The Female Sherlock Holmes' 1The floor of the bus was taccy with soft drinks and unmentionable substances, disgusted I grimaced and shifted my weight off my feet, freeing my trainers from the sticky mess. Resting my hands on my notepad I drummed impatiently, ignoring my fellow passengers and the nicotine spell that rose from the seats, dispite the no smoking signs.I'd never liked public transport and I wasn't about to start now. Having recently come into money trouble I had to sell my old mini. It was probably scrap metal by now. Soon I would have to start looking for a new flat. One with a room mate. I grimaced. My friends from uni were scattered across the globe, so this would mean sharing my house with a stranger.As a journalist you would think I'd have got used to the idea of strangers. You'd be wrong. When I was younger I'd wanted to be a doctor but I soon gave up when I realised that the medical impression would involve more human contact than I was comfortable with. So I had become a journalist, though no