I just left Andre from upstairs. He was acting really strange. I told him the problems I was dealing with but he quickly shewed me away. Now I really don't know what to do. Maybe I'll go for a run to clear my mind. I go back down stairs to my apartment to change. The emptiness of my apartment had an unusual feeling about it. I shrugged my shoulders and proceeded to change my clothes. Leaving my apartment building I trip and fall on a nail that was sticking up from the floor board. The rest is a blur...
"God I hate this piece of shit apartment building!" I mumbled to myself. " I can't wait to get out of this shit hole!"
As I'm getting up I see this girl. She has long brown hair, smooth caramel brown skin, and the most earnest light brown eyes I've ever seen. She looks at me and asks, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
She smiled at me and said, "You should be more careful." Her smile was mesmerizing. Each tooth was perfectly straight and whiter than I had ever seen before.
"I'll do my best." I said.
"So where are you headed?" she asks.
"About to go for a run." I responded.
"Really? I've been looking for a running partner but the people here aren't so friendly to new neighbors."
"You're more than welcome to run with me anytime."
"Are you sure? I'd hate to impose."
"No not at all. I'd love the company."
"Well thanks!"
"No problem."
"Well I don't wanna hold you up any longer from your run. Here's my card. Call me sometimes when you wanna go for a run."
"Sure."
"Well it was nice meeting you...I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"I'm sorry. My name is Sydney."
"Well Tasha it was definitely a pleasure."
"The pleasure's all mine Mrs. Davis."
"Oh no. It's just miss."
"Oh I apologize. I just assumed some lucky guy had already grabbed you."
"No. definitely not that." For some reason those words hit me like a bullet to the chest. It was the way she said it, as if there was some underlying connotation behind it.
"Oh well we're both in the same boat."
"Yeah. We are." She said with a smile. "Make sure you call me soon ok?"
"Definitely." I said smiling. We went our separate ways.
I'm running down maple street. I'm already in front of the Jamaican Restaurant, but I don't know how I got here. I'm so confused. One minute I was falling in my apartment building next thing I know I'm in the middle of my run. How did I get here? During my deep contemplation it starts to rain. "This is exactly what I need." I'm blocks away from my apartment. This day just keeps getting better.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Monday, September 6, 2010
Chapter Two - Nervous
I woke up this morning and had the worst headache. My back was hurting and my body had an awful stench to it. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I didn't recognize her. The heavy make-up, the skimpy clothes, it was all something very foreign to me. Where did these clothes come from? Nothing in my closet remotely resembles an ensemble like this. This wasn't the first time something like this happened to me.
The first time was back in college. It was my freshman year. It was midterms and I was in the library studying. I saw this guy across the room staring at me. I tried to concentrate on my studies but the urge to look over at him kept penetrating my thoughts. I had to admit he was attractive. This was the first guy who had ever caught my attention like this. A few minutes later he was walking over to my table. We engaged in conversation for a few minutes then i blacked out. Everything after that moment is a blur. The next thing I remember is walking back to my room. My clothes were wrinkled, the smell of sex was all over me, and it felt like I had peed on myself. I couldn't understand what had happened to me. I desperately wanted to confide in someone about what may have happened but I feared being portrayed as insane. For years I had been having these black outs and never done anything about it.
Like always, I took a shower, washed my hair, and threw out the unfamiliar clothes. I stepped outside to go to the corner store. I was a sucker for these homemade sweets the owners wife makes. They were every fat girls dream food. I limited myself to one a week. Although it was every fat girls dream, I didn't want to be one of those fat girls living that dream. I worked too hard to keep my figure in great shape. On my way to the corner store I see a man walking down the adjacent street naked. "That's so disgusting!" I whispered to myself. As I got closer I realized it was none other than Leeroy Jenkins. Ugh! What a perv he is. I don't understand why he can't just at least put on some pants. NO one wants to see his... My thoughts were interrupted by a man walking by. He gave me an awkward glance and then smiled. I shot a confused look at him.
"Don't act like you don't know who I am!" said the strange guy.
"I'm sorry I don't think I do," I replied.
"Really Sydney? You're gonna act like you don't remember me?"
"Sydney? My name isn't Sydney. I think you have me confused with someone else."
"That's fucked up. I can't believe you're gonna play me like that. That's ok. I know where to find you."
On that note, I walked away. I felt sort of bad for putting some girl named Sydney in a bad position with that guy. That feeling of remorse quickly subsided. Maybe this Sydney girl had whatever it is coming for her. I got to the corner store. . .
It happened again. I blacked out. I was already back in front of Watershed Heights with my sweets in hand. I don't remember buying them or the walk from the corner store back to the apartments. Was there something God was trying to tell me? How would I know? I'm not very big on religion. I needed to talk to someone who had some sort of special connection with God. Then it hit me, Andre from down the hall. He had a connection with God like none other. He would have the answer to my problem...or so I hoped!
The first time was back in college. It was my freshman year. It was midterms and I was in the library studying. I saw this guy across the room staring at me. I tried to concentrate on my studies but the urge to look over at him kept penetrating my thoughts. I had to admit he was attractive. This was the first guy who had ever caught my attention like this. A few minutes later he was walking over to my table. We engaged in conversation for a few minutes then i blacked out. Everything after that moment is a blur. The next thing I remember is walking back to my room. My clothes were wrinkled, the smell of sex was all over me, and it felt like I had peed on myself. I couldn't understand what had happened to me. I desperately wanted to confide in someone about what may have happened but I feared being portrayed as insane. For years I had been having these black outs and never done anything about it.
Like always, I took a shower, washed my hair, and threw out the unfamiliar clothes. I stepped outside to go to the corner store. I was a sucker for these homemade sweets the owners wife makes. They were every fat girls dream food. I limited myself to one a week. Although it was every fat girls dream, I didn't want to be one of those fat girls living that dream. I worked too hard to keep my figure in great shape. On my way to the corner store I see a man walking down the adjacent street naked. "That's so disgusting!" I whispered to myself. As I got closer I realized it was none other than Leeroy Jenkins. Ugh! What a perv he is. I don't understand why he can't just at least put on some pants. NO one wants to see his... My thoughts were interrupted by a man walking by. He gave me an awkward glance and then smiled. I shot a confused look at him.
"Don't act like you don't know who I am!" said the strange guy.
"I'm sorry I don't think I do," I replied.
"Really Sydney? You're gonna act like you don't remember me?"
"Sydney? My name isn't Sydney. I think you have me confused with someone else."
"That's fucked up. I can't believe you're gonna play me like that. That's ok. I know where to find you."
On that note, I walked away. I felt sort of bad for putting some girl named Sydney in a bad position with that guy. That feeling of remorse quickly subsided. Maybe this Sydney girl had whatever it is coming for her. I got to the corner store. . .
It happened again. I blacked out. I was already back in front of Watershed Heights with my sweets in hand. I don't remember buying them or the walk from the corner store back to the apartments. Was there something God was trying to tell me? How would I know? I'm not very big on religion. I needed to talk to someone who had some sort of special connection with God. Then it hit me, Andre from down the hall. He had a connection with God like none other. He would have the answer to my problem...or so I hoped!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Chapter 1-The Life I Live
It was a typical day. I woke up at the crack of dawn only to roam my empty, unfulfillable apartment. Ultimately landing me at my dead end job as a secretary all the way across town. I had been working at this law firm for four years now but have been unable to budget my money properly. Consequently, I'm deprived to this run down inner city apartment, Watershed Heights. Life in Watershed Heights was anything but glamorous. There were bums everywhere and most of the people were creeps. Stepping outside my apartment unit there is no telling what lies behind my door. It's a whole other world. Whatever you're looking for can virtually be found on my block. It may not be the most elaborate version of what you're looking for be it damn sure can be found. I generally like to do things outside of my area. I feel like I fit in better with a higher class of people. More like the type of people I work with. But once again, my insufficient funds hinder me from moving forward in my life. It's as though someone has stolen my identity and spends all my hard earned money, leaving me with only enough to pay rent and money for food and drinks. At some point something needs to change and the point needs to arrive fairly soon. I don't know how much more of these conditions I can withstand. . .
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