“You know what? I want to hear it.” She walks over to me and sits near me. “Tell us why you are a psychopath.” She says.
She then looks at her wrist as if there’s a watch there and says “And hey, be quick about it. I want to hear the entire story before you get thrown in prison.”
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Sirens.
A siren is a device that makes a long prolonged sound as a signal or warning.
They are usually attached to ambulances, police vehicles, fire trucks, and more.
It is the sound that the police cars make when they are on route to somewhere.
And about right now, I yearn to hear any hint of them.
Just a dull sound of sirens right now w
I touch her shoulders lightly, as to comfort her and she looks at me and smiles. “They’re gone, aren’t they?” She asks and my heart aches.“They would be back. They would be back very soon.” I say to her and she smiles.“You can continue.” She says to Jason and he makes a content face. ..............“Sterling rejected me.” Jason says and Lizzie snorts.“Well, clearly then you are obsessed with him.” Lizzie says and I smile a bit.“Would you please let this young man finish what he’s trying to say?” Marilyn surprises us all by asking.Even Jason is surprised.
“It means he didn’t love you. He might have just been infatuated with you.” Jason says and Lizzie’s mouth and mine falls open.“You son of a bitch.” Lizzie says with a daring smile on her lips.“That’s sad but I think he’s right.” Marilyn says slowly.She seems to be the calmest person here despite the fact that her husband’s dead body is only a few feet away from us.................“But...but..” Lizzie seems taken aback by the fact that Sterling might not have even loved her.“At least you don’t get to a ghost, honey.” Marilyn tries to console Lizzie but I don’t think it’s working.
When the paramedics reach us, a beautiful African American lady holds my hand.“Would you please come with me?” She asks me with a warm smile and I nod. I begin to follow her and I look back.I see the male paramedic attending to Marilyn and Lizzie and I breathe out a sigh of relief.Things are finally beginning to look like it’s going to get better...............“Ms. Jacobs?” I hear a distant voice.“Ms. Jacobs?” The female voice sounds again and I look forward. I see a beautiful lady.She could be in her late thirties or less. Her face is perfectly shaped and her eyes are forest
“But when we came here to see you, the doctors called and said he was healing remarkably. They said at the rate he was healing, it was as if he weren’t human.” Wesley helps to explain.“But that’s the thing, he isn’t.” I say to them and they smile.“Yeah, he isn’t.” They both say together.............Where Jason and Griffin disappeared to, I don’t know. But I hope they stay there, and I have a gut feeling that they will.Jason has caused all the havoc he wanted to. He has left me with so many questions, including questions about my relationship with Sterling and so much more.Today is Sunday and Ronald was buried yesterday. Of course, we all
This is the beginning. The start. The very genesis of my love story. I don’t know if I can even call it a love story anymore. But let’s just label it that.My name is Rose.I live New York with my mother. My dad died when I was 13 and yeah, that sucks. Not the living with my mom, but the dad dying part.I hated him for so long. Not because he hurt or treated me wrongly. Matter of fact, he loved me more than I could ever love myself. I don’t even know how to show love like that man showed. And no, it was not an accident. Not cancer or diabetes. It was not homicide or poison. He just came home from work that night, flopped on the bed and never woke up again. Yeah, that’s messed up.
Chapter 2Elevator rides. They can be unpredictable, but most of the time; boring. It takes about two minutes for me to reach down.With the right person, those two minutes can be normal. But with the wrong person, it can be torture.Like today, it’s the wrong person. It’s freaking Sam! The guy that lives two floors down from me. He is...an angel! I can’t find the right word to describe him. He’s just simply heavenly. Heavenlike features and using the word perfect feels insufficient. Okay, okay. You may think I’m overacting and maybe I am. But this guy is incredibly attractive. One of my two million crushes to be honest. I crush on almost everybody! Even girls! It’s just a habit. My life is very routine
“I’m skipping class today!” He yells back with a childish smile. I stare at his back as he walks further away from me. He is almost at the other exit of the building. I really want to see him again, to be honest. But I guess I will, he is after-all my stalker.I start walking towards my class. I glance at the watch on my left wrist and my heart instantly leaps. I’m twenty minutes late for the darn thing! Shoot!I start jogging towards the class’ direction. My legs ache a-bit. I did a lot of squats yesterday. I am very motivated to have a decent behind size.When I reach the door, I hear Ms. Flowers’ voice. I open the red door slowly, hoping to just creep in with no one noticing me.
My full name is Rose Melody Jacobs. I am a Love fanatic. I was named “Rose” because my parents were Love fanatics too. When it comes to dating, I have had my share of heartbreaks. Three heartbreaks. I broke up with them all. I have not been dumped in my life. I have a problem and I may need to seek professional help from a shrink or something because I am seeking for something that don’t exist. A perfect Love. Love that is void of mistakes and imperfections.Well, I know it don’t exist but I subconsciously seek it in all my relationships. So I end up leaving the relationship.I think it stems from the fact that I saw my parents’ Love as perfect and without blemish. It was not, but that was how and still how I see it.