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Post by zigs on Sept 18, 2006 16:24:44 GMT -5
Once the doctor had left I decided to ask my Granddad a serious question... Serious to me. "Granddad... Why don't you hate me?" I asked, I remember I was shaking quite badly,I was so scared. "I don't hate you because you are my grandson, a boy I have waited to see all my life. I promised that before I die I would show my gratitude to my daughter for bringing such joy." Was the reply. "But I told Jett about the girls, and I swore, and I got one of your gardeners fired!" I stuttered. "Yes.. ONE of them, I could always hire him again elsewhere, when everything cools off. Jett had every right to know about them, it was your father who said no. And blastfermy is okay in this house, if it is within good reason." He explained. I was a bit lost, so he sent me to a bar with a butler... How odd? Very...
So we sat at the bar talking for about five minutes, when a girl called out for assistance, a man was sort of harrassing her, so I walked over (rather annoyed at this point). "Oi! Leave her alone!" I called out, I suddenly noticed who it was... The girl who ran me over... "What? Leave us alone you..." He swore violently at me and threatened to punch me. "Hit me all you like, it's not gonna get you anywhere." I retorted. So he swung for me, and for once I decided to dodge it, I forced my arm into his chest and kicked myself into him. He hit the wall behind him and landed firmly on the ground. I stood up and shook everything off. I suddently felt the urge to walk out, and of course I did, followed by the girl and the butler... Sounds odd? It was...
The girl called out for me to stop, but at this point I was power walking, a bit steamed because, even in Wales... Peace didn't happen for me... I lost them for a bit, and took a short cut back to my Granddad's.. Only to find they knew a shorter one... I recieved a rather nasty lecture about why he sent me with someone... I was in the wrong... I am willing to admit that...
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Post by Haunter 360 on Sept 19, 2006 1:41:32 GMT -5
Interesting... That sorta stuff isn't a usual occurance... Still, good on ya clobbering a jerk! Sounds like he really deserved it... I hope he learns from that! Anyhow, lack of peace huh? Well, no matter where you go, there is unlikely to ever be real solid peace. Violence is everywhere - Everywhere in the world. The difference with you though... Is that you DO something about it. You stand up for other people. You ain't a bad person in any way - In fact, you're an inspiration for all guys. Peace is something uncommon to this world. You're unlikely to ever truly experience it. So, don't worry about it. Everyone has to feel the hard hand of violence, at times...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2006 10:38:54 GMT -5
well your life seems to have it's ups and downs like everyone elses.
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Post by zigs on Sept 19, 2006 13:58:09 GMT -5
The following morning I decided to make my own breakfast, a large one, considering the fact I was starving. I pulled out a rather sharp knife from the kitchen draw. I had an urge to do something, but thought nothing of it and carried on cutting a large piece of bread. For some odd reason the knife slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor, as it was falling I reached down to grab it, but it incidently cut through the palm of my hand. I bit my lip, instead of cursing like my brothers. I quickly picked it up and put it on the side.
After the whole knife issue. I decided I would like some cereal instead, then discovered my Granddad does not have any. Great... I rummaged around the kitchen for some food when one of my cousin's mistresses came in. She gave me a whole bowl of apple pie. I scoffed it down in a matter of minutes. She offered me more, but I was too full.
I then went out for a walk, until I spotted the old gardener walking down the road. I panicked a little. But continued anyway. I was an idiot..
He followed me into an alley and pinned me into a wall. He threatened me... To stay away from my Granddad... After that I haven't left my room since. Not even for a toilet break... Fear has risen.. I wanted to go home, but I can't...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2006 14:09:37 GMT -5
don't be scared i mean he cna;t sotp you seeing your grnadad.
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Post by Haunter 360 on Sept 19, 2006 15:06:53 GMT -5
That guy is acting like a criminal. Tell your grandad. He'll help you. Heh, afterall, that gardener has no right to try and separate you from your own grandad. Afterall, your grandad loves you, and this gardener sounds a little absent upstairs, catching my drift...? @_@ So, don't worry. Just 'cos you got a crazy gardener death-threatening you, don't mean that you're gonna die. Right?
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Post by zigs on Sept 19, 2006 15:14:32 GMT -5
I wandered out of my pitch black room into the bright hallway. I couldn't see anything but a large glow. There was a line of light across my vision, my head pounded, I could feel my acidic vomit flow up my throat. I stumbled over my feet and landed flat on my stomach, and all the sick spurted out between my lips. I couldn't see anything.
I laid there for a few minutes then reached out ahead of me to feel the staircase. I needed to get down stairs. My eyes were throbbing, my throat was sore, my body was spinning... Then suddenly someone took hold of my hand and pulled me over their shoulder. I woke up back in my bed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2006 15:29:10 GMT -5
how weird. i wonder what happend inbetween
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Post by Haunter 360 on Sept 19, 2006 16:11:05 GMT -5
You've caught something, I think. I... I just hope you didn't catch anything TOO serious in that horrible weather. Take care of yourself, alright?
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Post by zigs on Sept 21, 2006 12:37:21 GMT -5
I woke up yesturday morning, to the maid, she shook me a little to tell me its ten o'clock. I distinctly remember being quite grumpy. So I moaned for her to leave me alone. But she gave me my cloths and stood at the end of the room. "Err what are you doing?" I asked abruptly. "Making sure you don't injure yourself again." She replied. "I have bad luck, I am not a freaking retard! (sorry if that offends people) Get out!" I shouted whilst throwing my trousers at her, she ran out. And I recollected my cloths. I looked down at my body which was covered in bandages. Great... I changed the remaining cloths and headed outside only to see the maid wave at me from the other end of the corridor. A bit miffed by now.. I shooed her away.
I met up with the girl at a corner shop, she was carrying tons of bags. So I offered to help, and so she let me take her shopping back to her flat. We sat down and began to talk a little more. But I got tired pretty quickly and had to get home.
I had dinner in my room, after being escorted there. I guess everyone is trying to be safe, but I didn't know why at first. Until I found out my dad phoned... He made my Granddad promise my total protection... I guess he took it a bit seriously.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2006 13:11:28 GMT -5
hmm interesting it seems he love syou more then you thought
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Post by zigs on Sept 21, 2006 13:51:03 GMT -5
I woke up and soon decided to head downstairs and into the 'courtyard' when I was greeted by some children that lived in my Granddad's flats across the green. one bolted straight into me, but I held my hand out and stopped him before he got hurt. he looked up and gasped at me, as well as the others. "Hey! Sir, how tall are you?" They gasped. I looked around for a tape measure, when I found one I laid down on the floor and got one to hold one end at my feet and the others to drag the measure up to the top of my head. When they finally got it done they all gasped again and clapped. "So, how tall am I?" I asked. "Guess." Said a little boy, about the age of 7. "Err 5ft 10?" I replied. "Nope. Your 6ft 5!" They laughed. I stared at them in shock and looked at the tape measure again. They were right. "Oh my... But my brother is only 5ft 10..." I whispered more or less to myself. Since then I have had five small boys follow me calling me their idol. Shocked as I am, I slowly wondered who was strong enough to lift me up... Because my Granddad can't... Nor can any of the maids.
When the boys were called in for dinner, I decided to get a shower, then weigh myself, I had never been so paranoid about my weight before... I looked down at the scales... 7 stone, nearing 8...
I went to my room, I couldn't believe it. I phoned down stairs and told my Granddad, who was just as shocked as me. He told the doctor to come round.
After a quick examination, he decided I was annorexic. When I looked at myself, I could see my ribs... But what truly made me throw up was breathing in and watching my heart beat... Other than that, apparently I looked healthy... Until... He found large scars on the back of my leg, where I had hurt myself a few months ago, he knew that it wasn't an accident. Now He has called a ban of all sharp objects in the house...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2006 13:53:00 GMT -5
oh thats not good. how you gonan cut food
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2006 14:10:05 GMT -5
The maid might pre-cut everything... lol... spooky... I wonder who picked ya up Zigs... Do you know?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2006 14:11:50 GMT -5
hmmm if his grandad cna't od it and the maids cna't thne who did.
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