Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Within Chaos - Chapter 1

Janet made a cup of decaf and carefully balanced it atop of a stack of books that was lying on her coffee table. She stepped over a pile of dirty laundry that was sitting between the coffee table and her couch, shoved stacks of papers over to other side of the couch, and sat down. She then tilted her head back and tried to relax. It was hard to do that with all her things just laying around.

"I should clean up one of these days," Janet said. She had been telling herself that ever since she moved out of her parents' household seven years ago. This messy apartment has been her home ever since, and lately she's been quite lonely. Oh, Janet had friends, and she certainly had the magnetic personality that drew all kinds of people to her. To everyone who had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, she appeared to be bold and fiery, with her intense red hair and bright smile. Her clothes were unusual but suited her well, and many men found her sweetness and unique characteristics refreshing.  She was truly a genuine young woman; literally unlike any other.

But her apartment... that dreaded, dusty old apartment...

Janet sipped her coffee and grimaced. That Half and Half was older than she thought. She arose and sighed, and hobbled over to the kitchen where she dumped the liquid into the overflowing sink. She opened her cupboard and saw that there were no clean glasses left, so she drank water straight from the faucet, holding her long hair up so that it wouldn't touch the grey dishwater below. 

Janet sat back down on the couch, this time with a magazine that was three years old. She didn't read the articles, didn't pay attention to what the words meant, didn't look at the pictures, she just stared blankly at it. After a while, she shut the magazine and tried to lie down. Those papers on the other side of the couch were in the way. Frustrated, she kicked the pile hard and the papers scattered all over the place. Suddenly, a loud series of knocks sounded from the door: 


Startled, Janet fell off the couch and hit the floor. The tall mound of laundry laying there made her back hurt from the impact. She whined in pain.


"Janet! Janet! Are you in there? Janet?"

Janet continued to lay there, motionless. This peculiar noise frightened her greatly, and she never answered the door when this particular stranger came by. To Janet the voice was threatening and dark, and she couldn't bear it.

"Janet! Let me in! JANET!"


Janet hid under the heap of dirty clothes and buried her head into a torn up hoodie. 

"LET ME IN!!!"

"Never," she whispered. 


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Teal Moustache