Valentine (standard:drama, 1319 words)
Author: Freya Griffin	Added: May 10 2005	Views/Reads: 3243/2147	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A Valentine thirsty for attention

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actually inside, huddled warm in her bed. 

September even had been kind so as to ask her out on weekends. This was
because the others were in a relationship term and September was 
happened to be single. She was the sweetest of them all, of all of 
Val's friends. She thought Val needed to go to places to meet new 
people, so she won't feel too alone anymore. 

Val had a good time. They went to the movies, had dinner, and met
interesting new people at the club. 

At night when September went home, Val was all alone once again. This
time it was worse. It seemed as though Time and Space had her trapped 
in a crammed petite box. When her room was actually quite spacious; 
modernly furnished, soft bouncy fluffy carpet, the soft jazz ambience. 
Val curled up in the corner and cried. Awake until dawn before her body 
gave in and let her doze off for a mere minutes. 

“Val, you must go out and see your friends. You won't feel as lonely
that way,” September called one afternoon after Val stood out their 
weekend plan, three times. Val had enough of going to public places. 
Had enough of meeting people. Because afterwards, the void got more 
exaggerated. Afterwards, she felt more suppressed in her loneliness. A 
crowd would only made her fears worsen. But September had no idea. She 
was just being kind, being a good friend, being a Good Samaritan. It 
was Val who was being childish, selfish, and wicked to her friends who 
were only trying to help. It was Val who didn't want to be helped. Val 
knew. But she just didn't want to be choked up by the strangling void. 
It's better to stayed inside of her room and be safe from the void 
catalyst of the crowd. She would be isolated but won't be reminded on 
her ever growing loneliness after the whole parade had been over. 

September was naturally upset. She had had enough. Rambo and Les were
right. Val was just being a spoiled brat. Whatever, she will bounce 
back on her own sooner or later. So September stopped asking Val out. 
In Val's point of view, September slowly drifted away. She passed by 
paddling a canoe, holding out a hand to reach out for her, but because 
Val took too long to decide whether she would swim towards September or 
wait for September to paddle closer, September left because she was in 
a hurry. She had life other than Val. 

Do you see those sharks? Their fins above water, circling around you. As
though they're riding a merry-go-round with wooden horses smirking 
those evil smiles to you. They orbit you because you're the sun and the 
whole universe is obliged to you. You can feel the water move on your 
legs as huge tails and fins swishes around. You can barely feel your 
bleeding toes anymore. You are alone. You are all alone. 

And then the bottomless, endless, dark void engulfed you. Or was the
ocean got to you first? Or was it the sharks that shredded you to 
pieces and swallowed you? 

The next day, peculiar news was on TV. Val, a young girl, found dead,
drowning, and was eaten by sharks. You found yourself commented on the 
words, “that's odd”.


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