an arguement

Derek looked at me through slitted eyes.

"Kill him," he said.

I laughed.

"Are you serious?" I asked him. "It was five years ago."

"All the pain...all those fucked up relationships that followed...you will do nothing?" His devious smile haunted me.

"I will be his friend. I'm over it. It's stupid to rehash unnecessary feelings and pointless drama. Five years has gone by since I met him. I will do nothing."

"You disappoint me, Brock. I fear this side of you will only warrant defeat and heartache."

"You're the side of me that warrants defeat and heartache. To give in to all ill-willed emotions, that is the not my way."

His devious smiled faded into a twisted frown. He started to back out of the room, engulfed in darkness. As the last remnants of his face darkened completely, he spoke.

"He will be the death of you."

He was right, of course. But I can't give in to Derek. I must find someone else to give in to.

-Brock-

Derek's dilemma

It was raining and God wasn't smiling on me.

Bet it had to do with the threesome I had the night before.

Everyone seems to have it out for me. But I am paranoid. The slashing of tires? Coincidental. The pelting of my apartment window? Most likely accidental. Yeah, I'm just paranoid.

I wish people would let me breath. Narrow (that's what I call her now) said that I'm not letting myself breath. What does she know? She's one of the oppressors!

Speaking of oppression, my mother is trying to marry her longtime love, Donald. I hate him.

More to come.

-Derek-