Friday, September 05, 2008
Short story

I have a new story! And it seems very flip flop...you decide.


She knocked on his door, and was hoping for an answer.
Like what the bible predicted, the door opened, and a man was standing there, looking surprised at her.
“Stella?”
“Hey, Mike,” She answered, “can I, like, go in?”
“Sure, sure,” Michael said, and let her in.
Stella put her bag on his couch, and sat next to it. Michael seemed even more confused about this situation when she sighed out loud.
“Something wrong, Stella?” He asked.
Stella turned to him, “not really, could I use your toilet?”
Michael gave the green light, and she proceeded with her bag.
Once she was in there, she quickly closed the door, placed her bag on the sink and started rummaging through it. She tried to make as little noise as possible and pulled out a lot of things like lipstick, wallet and cash.
Finally she found it, a plastic bag which had white powder in it. She knew what it was, and she didn’t want Michael to know about it, at least not for now.
She ripped the packet open, and was about to consume it when the door was knocked upon, “Stella? You okay in there?”
Stella was so shocked she almost dropped her ‘treasure’. She quickly responded, “I’m fine, Mike, don’t come in!”
“But Stella, what if you…”
“Don’t come in!”
Then silence, and Stella knew the coast was clear. Instinctively she opened her mouth to welcome the powder. That was when it happened.
The door opened, and Michael was there, staring at her.
“Stella? I was worried about the noise…what the?”
Stella took a step back, her face now devoid of blood supply, “look, Mike, it does not seem like what it is, I can…explain…”
Michael ignored her pleas and grabbed the packet, in a flash it was gone down the sink. “I told you not to buy that anymore!” He shouted.
“I know! But this is the last time…at least it WAS the last time till you disposed of it! You know how much I spent on that?” Stella rebutted.
“It isn’t right! It’s not you!”
Stella was getting uptight, “I…I can’t stop! I just…it’s not going to kill me!”
“It will!”
And at this moment, Stella lost it, “why do you even CARE if I die or not? Like your whole world revolves around me! YOU don’t understand what I am going through!”
Michael held her arms, “I understand, I can help you, let me help you!”
“NO!!!”
Stella pushed him away, “I can help MYSELF! I DON’T NEED ANYONE’S HELP! No one bothers anyway, no one can save me!”
“I can, and I will.”
“SHUT UP!”
Stella ran out of the apartment, and down the corridor, crying as she went by the doors. All she could see was her past life, how she ran from home, got into drugs, made the wrong friends and now, she was paying for it.
Just why did God made her anyway, if He knew what she was going to turn out to be.
She just kept running, crying loudly as she went. She did not even hear Michael shouting behind her, or knew that he was chasing her.
All she could think of, was God being the ultimate mastermind for her plight. He was the one who gave her this life, gave her this body. She hated it.
Then she slipped on her own footing, and fell down.
She got up to a kneeling position, and just cried even more.
Michael ran up to her, and stopped just behind her, all she said were three words that probably could summarize her thoughts.
“Save my life…”

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