SCHOOL DAY DAIRIES
BY; YINNY IS LOVE
STEAL IT AND I’LL RAPE YOU, THEN EAT YOU ALIVE.
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Dear Diary,
BY; YINNY IS LOVE
STEAL IT AND I’LL RAPE YOU, THEN EAT YOU ALIVE.
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Dear Diary,
Ah yes, my good old diary, I have a new crush. His name is Yieson, for some odd reason, I’m very attracted to him for more then just a lust. Oh, diary, could this be love? Ah, that is right, he could never love me. Diary, why do you ask why he cannot love me? You should know why, I’ve told you before. ‘Tell me’ is how you respond! How could you have forgotten the day that changed my life entirely? The day that it was proven that I could not be normal no matter what? The day I killed my parents: Do I have to tell you the story of it again?
Sigh, why diary, is it that you forget everything? Ah, but, I must now explain the day where I lost my sanity. You ask me why I am not locked up? Because I can at least act sane, I have some sanity.
Flashback
On that very Saturday I was feeling strange, stranger than usual. I had a weird lust filling my being; I had a lust for blood. I didn’t understand it, when my mother said ‘Good morning’ I just groaned and walked over to get my usual bowl of cereal.
Hours later I was again in a fight with my ‘father’. You remember how I told you he wasn’t my real father. I grabbed my metal bat; “Shut the ******** up, you no good b*****d!” I yelled and smashed him in the head with the bat. A small trickle of blood came down from his forehead. I wanted more of that sight, more blood. I continued to bash his skull in and even started to bash his body in. Even when I knew he was dead, more and more blood came out of him. I could still picture his screams of pain.
I looked up from the now completely smashed to bits body of my ‘father’. I see other at the door way, my face has blood blotches, and I have a strange thing in my eye. My mother could only describe it as insanity. I laughed as she had tried to run away. I ran after her, “You’re next, mommy,” I said, loud enough for the entire house to hear. My mommy could here the insanity in my voice. She knew I was crazy! She already ******** knew. I laughed, and ran toward her small scream of fear.
I found her in her own bedroom, I walked closer to her, “This is your entire fault, mommy, if you hadn’t brought him into this house, and we’d all be fine. But ‘nnnnooo’ you loved him. My a** you loved him,” I said, walking closer to her, she trembled in fear. “You’ve bullshited me, I’m not stupid, I know what goes on behind closed doors, mommy,” I was right in front of her, “And now you will pay,” I said, slamming the bat onto my mommy’s head. I continued to bash her head in, over and over. Her cries of pain only excited me more! My rage went on, until her body looked just like ‘fathers’ body. I laughed, I was proud of my accomplishments.
End Flashback
Diary, now you remember. You now remember that day. Do you still remember how mommy and daddy didn’t have jobs and only collected welfare and social security? Well, that’s how I survive now. I don’t think it’s that bad. Since I live alone, I can bring Yieson over at anytime. I do hope that he never finds out that I’m insane. I want to know if I could ever actually be in a relationship with someone.
I truly think that Yieson is the one for me; he’s the bad boy type! I know he rolls with a gang, maybe my insanity will work with me for him! Tomorrow I will be home late; I’ve got some stalking to do. Until then, my dear friend, until then.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith (Last Name will change when I come up with a better one.)
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith (Last Name will change when I come up with a better one.)
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Dear Diary,
Today I did stalk Yieson (Pronounced ‘Yay-son’), but he got into a gang fight and I walked away. On the walk back to my house, going the long way to see if I could find him, I saw him. At his house, he stood out front. I can’t believe that he lived so close.
He saw me, I know he did. When I walked past I could feel his eyes on me. I looked from the corner of my, he was watching me, he was grinning too. Diary, I think that grin meant that he wanted me. Not for a girlfriend, but more of a ******** for himself. I don’t want to be a ********, Diary! I won’t cry over knowing he only wants me in a lustful matter. I haven’t cried in a while. Maybe it would be good for me to cry over this.
Oh, diary, it’s Friday today. The school year has only begun and all this is happening. Why is it me that always gets into these situations? Tomorrow I will go out and try to ‘accidentally’ run into Yieson.
Oh diary, should I tell you what he looks like? The man that I fell in love with and hardly know, should I tell you? Oh, I will. He’s dark, skin wise. Yes, he’s black. What diary? Do you already not like him? Are you racist now? You’re not? Alright, if your sure. Though I’ll always be watching you, I might even start carrying you around in my back pack, so you can never lie to me.
I pet you, my dairy. Now, let me finish explaining what he looks like, before I get ready for tomorrow. He has an afro, its medium sized and very poofy. He’s very muscular, not bulky, just perfect. He has deep brown eyes and full dark pinkish lips. This man, he is gorgeous. But I don’t know how many others would agree with me. I’ll be back, diary, I’m sure you’re aware that its 9:30 now and I must shower. But once I’m done, I’ll be coming to get you, we’ll go on Myspace for a bit.
I’m back from my shower; I still have my towel wrapped around my fairly small form. I’m walking toward the computer, with you in hand. I sit down on the chair resting in front of the computer and lean down to put the computer on. As it loads up, I grab a brush close by and brush my hair. I look over and see my Webcam and Mic. Maybe I can have some fun tonight, eh, diary? I chuckle a bit. We can have A LOT of fun tonight, my diary.
I plug in my Mic and webcam; I go onto a live chat type of thing, still only in my towel. Someone joins the room. “Hello there, sexy,” I heard from the speakers. I giggle to myself and reply, “Hey there, handsome,” I sounded so innocent; I think he would have guessed my age. I saw his picture, he had a webcam too. He wasn’t as pretty as Yieson, but he was nice. Fairly muscled, well toned, a nice little stubble beard. Shaggy blonde hair and deep hazel eyes, I think he’s around 20.
I look at his profile, he was 22, I was very close to the correct guess, he lived a few cities away. “I think I should come clean,” I said into the Mic, he looked confused, as I saw though the webcam image. “I’m under-age,” I concluded, “5 years under-aged to be exact,” I added. I still sounded so innocent. He chuckled, “I knew you couldn’t have been 18,” he grinned, “You sounded too young to be that old,” he added. His voice was husky and made my body heat up. “Little girls like to have fun too, though,” I said, stood up, pushing my chair away. I backed up, so he could see that I was only in a towel. I saw him grin widely; I think he knew what I was going to do. I put my hand at the top o the towel and loosened it a bit. “Take it off, baby girl,” his voice was so...sexy, I couldn’t put it into words. I blushed slightly, and let the towel drop.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Last night was strange, why did I do that? Why did I say some of those things I said? I sigh, it’s early. Only noon, I’ll be taking a quick shower, then putting on the outfit I’ve chosen for today. What have I chosen? A personal favorite of mine, it’s a very small dress that only goes to my mid thigh. On the arms, there are attached gloves; the tips of the gloves aren’t there, so you can see half of each of my fingers. I’ll be wearing dull black boots that reaches right under my knee; the dull black matches my dress.
I took a shower quickly; right now I’m brushing my long blonde hair. I reach over and tie it in a high ponytail. I discard the towel and start with my clothes, first putting on my underwear, then my boots. I grabbed my bra, despite my young age, I had full 36C cups, and I was still growing. I put my bra on, I hated the under wire, it was irritating, though I have gotten use to it. I finally slipped on my dress, fixing the gloves so my fingers fit fine. I sigh, putting on a small amount of blush and finishing up with some lip gloss.
“If he asks where I’m going, what should I tell him?” I ask you, diary. You respond with ‘Say you’re going out with a friend,’ “Sounds good enough, I think I will,” I say in response. I’m going to put you in my backpack that I’ll be carrying, it’s small and black, you can hardly tell it’s there. I also put all the cards and cash I need in the bag. I close you, put you in the bag and leave the house.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Right now, I am in the hospital, diary, in the hospital. Diary, it was weird how I got here. Or more like why I am here. When I can close to Yieson’s house, the man…the man I had taken my towel off to, the man who saw me naked the night before, he was there. He was walking by Yieson’s house. Diary, at first I only saw his back, I was fine then. But when he turned his head and I could see part of his face, and that grin, my breathe disappeared. I was heaving to get air, my body starting shaking.
‘What’s wrong with me?’ I asked myself over and over. There was a metal fence; my hand had gripped the tip, the part with the points, the part that hurts. Diary, some how, some way, the fence became lodged into my palm; it didn’t go past my bone though. I grasped my chest, still heaving. The world was spinning; I was unable to do anything. When the darkness came, I happily accepted its help. I fell unconscious, hand still in the fence and the man shaking me, asking me what’s wrong.
He called for Yieson, for some reason, I could still hear everything going on. I could not move, I could not see, but I could hear and feel. Yieson had called the ambulance, though he didn’t want to, he needed to. If Yieson or the other man tried to take my hand out of the fence, I could have been scared, possibly never use the hand again. It was my left hand. You know how much I use my left hand; after all, I am a lefty.
The ambulance came about 10 minutes later, I could hear the sirens. They slowly took my hand out of the fence and brought me into the vehicle. Yieson and the other man had come too. I wondered why as I was hooked up to several machines, driving along in the van. We were at the hospital soon after. There were a bunch of things going on, when I finally fell asleep, I couldn’t hear or feel anything.
A few hours later I had waken up, I didn’t open my eyes. I felt a hand traveling down my body. It was uncomfortable, I wanted it to stop. I wiggled a little and opened my eyes. I saw Yieson standing in front of me. I still wiggled and groaned. I really wanted him to stop. He only seemed to be encouraged and continued on. “Sssssttttooooopppp,” I groaned, irritated. He raised an eye brow, and looked at my face; he could see my eyes opened a bit and see the discomfort written on my face. His finger traveled from my hips, to my face and gently tapped my nose. “Finally, you’re awake,” He said in his normally deep voice, I was giddy on the inside, a small pleasurable tremble to my heart. He leaned in, I knew he was gonna kiss me, but we were interrupted by a nurse. “Is she awake yet?” the nurse said in a happy-go-lucky voice.
Yieson growl and clenched the metal bar on the side of the bed tightly. “Yes,” he said, calmly, I was slightly afraid of him now. I don’t really know what he’s capable of doing; I can’t trust him, knowing he could kill me at any moment.
Sincerely Yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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* Small Note before the Chapter;
My friend Alex points out that the Diary responds to Yinny; do remember that Yinny is insane and only thinks that she can hear the diary responding to her.
Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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* Small Note before the Chapter;
My friend Alex points out that the Diary responds to Yinny; do remember that Yinny is insane and only thinks that she can hear the diary responding to her.
Dear Diary,
After closing you up and putting you back in my bag, Yieson came in. I was confused when there were a few nurses behind him. “I’m takin’ ya’ home, shortie,” Yieson said. My face went paler than it usually is. “W-WHAT?!?!” It was something said instinctively. I couldn’t leave my house; I had things in there that I needed to survive: Pills, and my metal bat.
My hand was still in pain, maybe from writing in you? I don’t care if that’s the reason; you need to know all this, my diary. The metal bar on the side of my bed was dropped down and Yieson helped me out of the bed. We left the hospital, I walked away from Yieson, “Where da’ ******** do ya’ think ya’ goin’, b***h?” he asked me. “Me? I’m going home, where I belong.” I replied, I seem to sound so cold. I could feel his glare. “No,” he said, grabbing my hair, “You’re coming home with me, slut,” he added. I felt something in my heart sink. He dragged me along the side of the road. “There are things in my house that I need,” I said, sounding colder than ice.
My voice hid the utter insanity inside of me. I didn’t really understand it, but it was there. He glanced at me, and grunted. “Fine,” was his only response. We near a bus stop, we stayed there, sitting on the bench. I shiver lightly, still only in my small dress. There was a breeze today, Yieson watched me freeze in my place for a bit before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap. I wonder why he’s doing this, why is he being nice?
Diary, do you know the answer? Do you know why he was being nice to me? I sigh now, I really do wonder if he has a good side, or if he just wants be to be willing. So, back to my story of the day.
I cuddle against Yieson, he felt so warm. The bus came a few minutes later, I got off him, slowly, he didn’t seem mad at the fact that I was slow. I looked in the bus, it was empty. I paid the 90 cents and started walking to the middle of the bus. I sat in one of the seats that could only hold a person. Yieson sat right across from me, he watched me as I looked out the window, watching every scenery, seeing the children play in their front yards. I sighed, the bus stopped, someone came on. I wasn’t paying attention to the person. The person, came walking beside me, I saw that the person was male.
The man had taken a seat behind me. “Yinny, come here, now,” Yieson demanded. I wasn’t listening; I was in my own blissful world. I didn’t hear his growl, but I felt him yank me away and force me onto his lap.
My breathing became hard and frantic again, I started to claw at my own throat, needing air. I started coughing; now clenching my heart area. Yieson only watched me. I knew he didn’t care. After my breathing became normal again, and my coughing stopped, I just sat there. Yieson forced my head to lean on his shoulder, “There, there, baby,” he said, petting my arm. I wanted to cry, diary, I just wanted to cry. Break down, and cry until I was content, but something inside of me wouldn’t let me do that.
Two stops later, we were in his neighborhood. I walked off, quickly and stealth fully. He didn’t see me, nor did he follow me. I got to my house about a half hour later, making sure that if he did follow me, he couldn’t find me.
I pulled my keys out and opened the door to my house. It was very big, despite my lacking of money. My grandparents had given the house to mommy a few years ago. Do you remember the day, diary? I don’t either. I walked to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I took my backpack off and reached inside, I pulled out my iPod. Strange how I have so much, and yet, so little.
My mommy bought me the iPod last Christmas. I didn’t even open it until the beginning of last summer. I put the head phones in my ears, and press play. The song that plays was ‘Time of Dying’ by Three Days Grace. This was one of my favorite bands.
“On the ground I lay
Motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Did I fall asleep
Is this all a dream
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive”
I mutter the words of this song to myself; I know them well, when the song is playing, of course.
“I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
On this bed I lay
Losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much
Or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive”
I heard a small knocking at the door, though I wouldn’t dare to get up and risk not hearing the song. I continue to mutter the words.
“I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I will not die, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying”
The knocking became louder. I was wondering what was going on. As the background music faded, I stood up and looked out the window. I saw…someone, but who? Who was the person? The next song to play was ‘The Animal I have Become’ by Three Days Grace. I mutter the words while grabbing my bat. Yes, the same bat that I had used to kill my parents, Diary. I went down stairs. The knocking was louder. “Who the ******** is it?” I ask. I grin, knowing that he would be mad. He, as in the man at the door. The knocking stopped. He didn’t answer. I just walked away; I went into my room and looked over at the Alarm Clock. It was 8:30 PM already? I ‘Meh’d’ (said ‘Meh’). I opened my back, pulled you out, diary, and told you what happened today. I will now say good night, close you, pet you, then go to bed.
And you, diary, just reply ‘Good Night’.
Sincerely Yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Today is Monday. Today I had to go to school. I hate school now, before I could tolerate it, now I can’t. Yieson treats me like I’m his property; he even said “This b***h belongs to me”. Diary, I have wanted someone to say that I belonged to them, but not in the manner that Yieson addressed it in. He said it more like, ‘I did something for her, now her body belongs to me’.
Diary, I really want to cry. But I wont, that’s not how I am. After school I walked out to Salem, a city in my state. It was at least a 2 and a Half hour walk. I went to a Café that I really like, though its name, I do not know. I had a hot cup of coffee, while sitting alone at one of the small tables. I had pulled out one of the notebooks from my bag and started doodling in it. The door opened and I looked up and at the door.
I saw a pretty boy! I could see his eyes dart over to me for a moment before walking over to the counter and ordering something. You see, diary, this is a time when you check out the pretty boys a**. He had a nice tight a**. I wanted to grope him, but I’m good at holding in temptation. Once he finished his order, he sat at a table close to mine; I could feel him watching me. I finished up my doodle, which didn’t come out to be much of anything, I finished my coffee and left.
As soon as I stepped outside, I shivered. Foolish Yinny never wears a jacket. The pretty boy had come out of the Café behind me. “Cold?” he asked, already knowing the answer. His voice was deep, deeper than Yieson’s. He must have been older. I nod, “Yes,” I say, quietly.
I can act innocent when it’s needed, my diary.
I saw the grin on his face, he wrapped am arm around me. “Then let me warm you up,” he said. I wanted to giggle, he sounded so corny! I snuggled into his side, I knew he was grinning. We walked along, talking, I told him I was gonna take the bus back to Lynn, the city I reside in. He said he’d come with me, and he did come home with me too, I’m sure you can tell that by the fact that the shower is running and I’m not in it.
So, anyway. When we got to the bus pick-up place, we sat on a bench; I was cuddled against him, and winced lightly. He noticed and asked me what was wrong, I showed him my hand. It was still bandaged, and could start bleeding again if I pressure it the wrong way. He un-wrapped the bandage, and looked at the wound. It was just a red hole; a layer of skin was growing in. His finger ran across it. I whimpered, it really hurt! Diary, the pain I felt then was probably the same pain Mommy felt when I bashed her body to bits.
He leaned down and kissed it. I whimpered louder, but that is all I did. Right before we sat down, he told me his name. His name is Marlon. I didn’t push the subject to get his last name as well.
I told him my name is Yinny, he laughed at my name. He said it was cute. I blushed slightly, which worked to my advantage, he liked shy girls. Who woulda guessed?
Marlon’s getting out of the shower now, I don’t want him to find you, diary, I will tell you what he looks like tomorrow. Hmm? You’re worried we’ll do something? I chuckle, Diary, I am not like that. I won’t loose my innocence for a few more years.
Good night, Diary.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Today is Tuesday. I woke up late; I guess sleeping with a being next to you is just that comforting. I hadn’t waken up until like 9:00 AM-ish. It felt good waking up next to Marlon, you know, that feeling of pure safety for that one moment, the feeling that nothing could make the moment better, but anything could make it worse.
Marlon was lying on his back. His right hand rested on my tail bone. His left hand holding my right hand, our fingers lazily resting with each other. My head was on his chest, I was laying sideways. I listened to him breathing, I was calmed. Diary, this is one of the moments that I never want to end, you and I know that these come along rarely.
I just laid there, I was happy. It was 9:30 when Marlon had finally waken up. “Good mornin’, baby,” He said, yawning and stretching. I kissed his cheek before sitting up, I saw his grin. Diary, did I mention that he didn’t wear a shirt to bed? He is very pretty. He reached up; his hand went to the back of my head before bringing it down and kissing me, ON THE LIPS! Diary, I was excited, not even Yieson has kissed me yet!
I’ve never had my first kiss yet, I didn’t know what to do. I felt so…unknowing. I didn’t like that, so I copied Marlon. The kiss hadn’t gotten too deep, defiantly not a French kiss. He was grinning slightly, “Looks like I gave Yinny her first kiss,” Marlon said. How’d he know? Was it really that obvious? Well, I had blushed.
Oy, Yieson wasn’t going to be happy about this. But, right now, it didn’t seem to matter. He sat up, I was still in mid-thought, I hadn’t really noticed him leaving the room, until I heard the flushing of the toilet. By this time, I was sitting on the edge of my queen sized bed. I didn’t see him until he was kneeling in front of me. I blinked a few times and blushed. “Wha-,” I was cut off mid-word by a kiss. I was soft and romantic. I liked it.
He broke the kiss a few seconds later, “So, where are your parents, exactly,” he said, his head was at my neck. My eye twitched. ‘Where are my parents?’ I asked myself over and over. ‘They are burning in the fiery depths of hell! That’s where they are’ I answered myself. “They are dead, two years ago their bodies were found in this house, beaten into bits. The murder was never found,” I said. I wasn’t lying, I just wasn’t telling him everything. He looked at me for a minute, and closed his eyes.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Marlon has been asking me more and more about the murders of my parents. About two hours ago, I cracked. “I DID IT! JUST SHUT THE ******** UP! I KILLED MY ******** PARENTS. YES, I ADMIT IT, I AM UTTERLY INSANE! JUST STOP ******** ASKING.” I said, and then finally, I cried.
Marlon was shocked, utterly shocked. He had no idea I was like this. He didn’t know that deep down, I was a monster. I cried longer than I needed to, I guess these are the tears that refused to be shed for years. Marlon hugged me, why would he even go near me? I’m a monster, why is he still here? I was asking myself a million questions at once then and there. I even asked myself why I was crying. I knew why I was crying, pent up feelings need to be relished. Diary, he is still here. Right now, he doesn’t want to leave me alone.
“Why are you still here? Why are you hugging me? Why do you want to be near a monster?” I asked him. The main questions on my head, he wiped my tears away. “I’m here because I see something special about you, Yinny; I see something I’ve never seen in another girl. I am hugging you to show that I won’t leave you because you have past sins. And I want to be near a beautiful, shy girl. You’re not a monster,” He answered my questions, and he wasn’t lying.
I was speechless; I buried my head in his chest and cried. He stroked my head, “Ssshhh, baby, everything’s gonna be alright,” he was so nice. Too nice. Why did he make me feel like this? And what was Yieson gonna do when he found out?
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Today is Wednesday; I didn’t go to school today. I stayed home, with Marlon, or course. I don’t have a reason to be home alone anymore. I have someone to care about me. Diary, I have been alone now for 2 years. It feels good not be alone anymore. So, yes, Marlon and I watched Tv. I can’t remember the last time I watched Tv. Really, it’s been so long, and yet I was still payin’ the cable bill. Maybe I knew today would come? I dunno. Marlon and I watched a lot of Jerry Springer and Maury today. He watched me carefully, he took note to the fact that I giggled during the parts where I shouldn’t have giggled. He noted that I lip spoke some things, meaning, I said them with my mouth, but sound was not heard.
There were several times when he’d push my head up to look at him and he’d kiss me. Diary, for some odd reason, I think I’m in love with a boy that I only met 2 days ago. Now you really must believe my insanity. Tomorrow when I go to school I will tell this to Yieson, bring you, diary, and let him read my most inner thoughts. Yieson will pay, even if it means I have to bring out my bat. I laugh insanely, as I usually would at these times. The very thought of bringing my blood stained bat to school makes me giddy on the inside. It makes me imagine what it would feel like to kill off everyone in my school.
Marlon heard my laughter, and came in. I shoved you away, diary, for just a moment.
Marlon left after asking me a few questions and looking around; to make sure I didn’t have anything that could spark the loss of my sanity. He kissed m forehead and muttered something before leaving the room. Should I tell him how I feel? Should I wait a day or two? Aaya, diary, I need Your Help. I always need your help diary. Do you think I’ll ever be able to help myself, or will I always need you?
…And now maybe Marlon
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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(This Is the only Named Chapter)
Chapter 9; Diary Tells a Story
Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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(This Is the only Named Chapter)
Chapter 9; Diary Tells a Story
Dear Diary,
It is still Wednesday; only, it’s around Midnight, its dark outside. I sit on a bench in a park, with you in hand. Have a request of you; I want you to tell me a story. It’s been a long time since you have last told me one, I’m sure you know who much I love them.
You will! Thank you, Diary! How I have missed your stories.
-Diaries Story-
Once upon a time:
A young girl sat in her palace, she was alone. Yes, she had her guards and all the village children loved her, but she felt so alone on the inside. Like you once did, Yinny. Her parents never noticed her and when they did it was only to beat her. How her parents hated her.
She had golden locks like an angel and the deepest blue eyes. She always acted care-free. She never once fought back during her beatings, and she always acted like they never happened, until she tried to move the limb that was targeted. The children in the village noticed this, but they never said anything about it. They never wanted to anger her.
This girl was in mid thought sitting on a windows ledge. She had an older brother who always thought she needed to cry more than she did, and he’d always ask her why wouldn’t cry. The princess always said “You only have one life to live, why waste it by crying when you can just live on happily,” her brother never knew how she was so smart. She was only 8, and she was able to come up with this excuse. Though, she was right.
The young princess already had a chosen husband, her parents wanted everything set, so that when she was old enough, they could just ship her off to her husband and never see her again. Oh yes! I forget to say the princess’ name. Well, the princess’ name was Kristy. The man chosen to be Kristy’s husband was called John. Kristy secretly called him ‘scum’. She didn’t like John, he was in his thirties, and when ever she would be forced to see him, he’d always try to touch her in was she wasn’t suppose to be touched in.
She’d always run away from him, Kristy had an energy advantage. She could run away from him easily and run into the arms of her brother. Kristy’s brother was named Kenneth, but she only called him Kenny. If anything, she always thought that she should marry her brother, even if it was wrong. She had odd feelings that were deeper than a sisterly love for her brother.
Several years had passed and she saw less and less of her to-be husband. She spent more time with Kenny and her parents saw this. They didn’t want it. In this time, it wasn’t that wrong to marry a sibling, but the King and Queen had everything planned to their advantage. No more Kristy. Too bad they hadn’t expected that one day while Kristy was with John he’d make a too serious move on her and she’d kill him with her bare hands.
Ah, yes, she strangled him. He turned blue after a bit, before finally giving into his death with a grin. The last words he said; “I wish I had gotten the chance to ******** you, willingly or not,” and with that, he was gone. She spat on his face before leaving. She went straight home, and once in the palace, she went to her parents, and told them. “John wanted to ******** me and I didn’t want him to. I strangled him to death, then spat on him. If you wish to choose a husband for me, make sure I wont turn my back and just kill them,” She was very cold to people. Never liked talking anymore.
The only person she’d go to was her brother. That day she wanted to come clean to him. That day, she’d tell him her real feelings. After leaving her parents, she went to him. He was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. He sighed. ‘Good, he doesn’t know I’m here,’ Kristy thought to herself. She was now 15, she knew her feelings went to her brother.
Kristy silently walked over to her brother, he didn’t even know she was there until she kissed the top of his head. Kenny took his head out of his hands and looked at his sister. “Is something wrong?” Kristy asked him. She started kissing along his pale white face. His features almost matched hers, only his were manlier. His hair was cut down to almost nothing, his jaw was stronger looking. His body was made of muscle. Kristy looked more feminine.
Kristy had cupped her brothers’ face in her hands and started trailing butterfly kisses down the left side of his face. “Errmm, Nothings wrong, but what are you doing?!?” She continued to trail her butterfly kisses down his face while he had talked. She stopped at his lips. “Brother, I want you to know. All these years, I’ve had feelings for you that no other sister around here has for their brothers. I want you, brother, to know that I love you, the true deep feeling of love,” She said, her lips mere centimeters from his. Kristy took the bold step, leaned in, and kisses Kenny. Kenny wasn’t shocked, he saw it coming a long time ago, why she had waited this long, she didn’t know.
Kenny kissed his little sister back. The kiss had deepened and Kristy didn’t really know what to do next. But, she was good at mimicking, so that’s what she did. Kenny didn’t make the kiss last too long, his little sister wasn’t experienced in this ‘field’. “Kristy,” Kenny’s deep voice was husky.
“Kenny, I want you to make me yours,” she whispered, her head on his shoulder, her breath could be felt on her neck. He grinned, he knew what she wanted. “Of course, my Kristy, I’ll do anything you want,” Kenny replied, his voice still husky.
The rest of the events that had happened are events that are to stay between lovers. But the following day, the King and Queen were found murdered and a few months later, Kristy and Kenneth were married.
And they all lived happily ever after.
-Diaries story Ends-
Once upon a time:
A young girl sat in her palace, she was alone. Yes, she had her guards and all the village children loved her, but she felt so alone on the inside. Like you once did, Yinny. Her parents never noticed her and when they did it was only to beat her. How her parents hated her.
She had golden locks like an angel and the deepest blue eyes. She always acted care-free. She never once fought back during her beatings, and she always acted like they never happened, until she tried to move the limb that was targeted. The children in the village noticed this, but they never said anything about it. They never wanted to anger her.
This girl was in mid thought sitting on a windows ledge. She had an older brother who always thought she needed to cry more than she did, and he’d always ask her why wouldn’t cry. The princess always said “You only have one life to live, why waste it by crying when you can just live on happily,” her brother never knew how she was so smart. She was only 8, and she was able to come up with this excuse. Though, she was right.
The young princess already had a chosen husband, her parents wanted everything set, so that when she was old enough, they could just ship her off to her husband and never see her again. Oh yes! I forget to say the princess’ name. Well, the princess’ name was Kristy. The man chosen to be Kristy’s husband was called John. Kristy secretly called him ‘scum’. She didn’t like John, he was in his thirties, and when ever she would be forced to see him, he’d always try to touch her in was she wasn’t suppose to be touched in.
She’d always run away from him, Kristy had an energy advantage. She could run away from him easily and run into the arms of her brother. Kristy’s brother was named Kenneth, but she only called him Kenny. If anything, she always thought that she should marry her brother, even if it was wrong. She had odd feelings that were deeper than a sisterly love for her brother.
Several years had passed and she saw less and less of her to-be husband. She spent more time with Kenny and her parents saw this. They didn’t want it. In this time, it wasn’t that wrong to marry a sibling, but the King and Queen had everything planned to their advantage. No more Kristy. Too bad they hadn’t expected that one day while Kristy was with John he’d make a too serious move on her and she’d kill him with her bare hands.
Ah, yes, she strangled him. He turned blue after a bit, before finally giving into his death with a grin. The last words he said; “I wish I had gotten the chance to ******** you, willingly or not,” and with that, he was gone. She spat on his face before leaving. She went straight home, and once in the palace, she went to her parents, and told them. “John wanted to ******** me and I didn’t want him to. I strangled him to death, then spat on him. If you wish to choose a husband for me, make sure I wont turn my back and just kill them,” She was very cold to people. Never liked talking anymore.
The only person she’d go to was her brother. That day she wanted to come clean to him. That day, she’d tell him her real feelings. After leaving her parents, she went to him. He was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. He sighed. ‘Good, he doesn’t know I’m here,’ Kristy thought to herself. She was now 15, she knew her feelings went to her brother.
Kristy silently walked over to her brother, he didn’t even know she was there until she kissed the top of his head. Kenny took his head out of his hands and looked at his sister. “Is something wrong?” Kristy asked him. She started kissing along his pale white face. His features almost matched hers, only his were manlier. His hair was cut down to almost nothing, his jaw was stronger looking. His body was made of muscle. Kristy looked more feminine.
Kristy had cupped her brothers’ face in her hands and started trailing butterfly kisses down the left side of his face. “Errmm, Nothings wrong, but what are you doing?!?” She continued to trail her butterfly kisses down his face while he had talked. She stopped at his lips. “Brother, I want you to know. All these years, I’ve had feelings for you that no other sister around here has for their brothers. I want you, brother, to know that I love you, the true deep feeling of love,” She said, her lips mere centimeters from his. Kristy took the bold step, leaned in, and kisses Kenny. Kenny wasn’t shocked, he saw it coming a long time ago, why she had waited this long, she didn’t know.
Kenny kissed his little sister back. The kiss had deepened and Kristy didn’t really know what to do next. But, she was good at mimicking, so that’s what she did. Kenny didn’t make the kiss last too long, his little sister wasn’t experienced in this ‘field’. “Kristy,” Kenny’s deep voice was husky.
“Kenny, I want you to make me yours,” she whispered, her head on his shoulder, her breath could be felt on her neck. He grinned, he knew what she wanted. “Of course, my Kristy, I’ll do anything you want,” Kenny replied, his voice still husky.
The rest of the events that had happened are events that are to stay between lovers. But the following day, the King and Queen were found murdered and a few months later, Kristy and Kenneth were married.
And they all lived happily ever after.
-Diaries story Ends-
I giggled. Ah, diary, I love you. Thank you for that story, it was wonderful. I love how you even ended it in ‘And they all lived happily ever after’. It was truly one of the stories I loved the most.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Today is Thursday, I attended school today. I even brought you along; don’t you remember being cooped up in my bag? Well, I told Yieson about Marlon, I told him everything. I told him how Marlon gave me my fist kiss; I told him how we slept side by side. I even told him that I thought I was in love. Do you want to know what he did? You do. He beat me, like I was nothing more than an item; I have a black eye and several bruises across my arms. My cheek has a bruise on it, and my lip was cut open several times.
Today, I brought in my bat, yes, my blood stained bat. “Yieson, do you know whose blood stains this bat? Do you want to know who my first victims of insanity were?” I asked him, I laughed, the entire school was watching. “My parents! My own ******** flesh and blood! I beat them to death with this very bat, and now you will suffer the same fate, Yieson.” I continued to laugh; half of my face became shadowed. I raised the bat, no teacher dared to near me.
Something unexpected happened, my Marlon came. I know, it’s weird, why was he here, why wasn’t he in school. He later told me that he had the feeling this would happen. He didn’t say anything, he pushed through the crowd. He even went so far as to push Yieson out of the way to get to me. Marlon took m bat away from me, that wasn’t the surprising part though. He dropped the bat to the floor, leaned in and kissed me.
It was so sweet, see diary; I told you Marlon was good! I was soon walking out of the school. I wasn’t sure of most of what had happened. I didn’t quite care either. Oh, Diary, what have I become? A love-sick puppy? That’s probably how I’ll always be. I didn’t know what I was anymore; it was getting harder and harder to know. I’ll just call myself a love sick puppy and be happy with it. “Baby, don’t scare me like that, again.” Marlon said, I just nodded. When he stopped walking, I got out of his arms, I didn’t have my back pack, I spazzed out and ran back to the school. I pushed though the doors and ran to my locker and hurriedly took my bag out, I searched it quickly. ‘Diary, check. iPod, check. Meds, check,’ I even opened the medication bottles and counted all of them. One of the teachers saw me counting my meds, she didn’t say anything, I bet she now knew how much I needed my meds. I put all the medication back in the bottles and left the school WITH my backpack in hand.
I put my backpack on my back, when I got back to Marlon I muttered “I’m sorry,” before holding his hand. I looked up at him, I saw hate on his face, was it hate towards me? “What’s wrong?” I asked. I wasn’t stable enough to know that a boy I thought I loved hated me. There was a gate behind me; he pushed me against it, though he still held my hand. “Who is that person who beat you? An ex? A currant lover? Hmm? Tell me,” He asked me. I was frightened, I didn’t want to loose him, diary, I really didn’t want to be alone again.
“Yieson…he is nothing to me,” I answered. I wasn’t lying, yes, I had a crush on him, but that didn’t mean anything. I showed him my hurt hand, “Yieson was the one who saw it happen, he called the ambulance for me. After he did that he went to the hospital with me, and stayed until I left,” I added. “When we got back, he treated me as nothing more than meat, he made me feel like I was his property, that he owned me,” I almost started crying. Marlon just listened to what I said, “The day that he first beat me, I went out to Salem, and found you,” I added, “Yieson…I will admit, I had a small school-girl crush on him, but nothing more,” I finished explaining it.
Marlon just turned his head to the side a bit, leaned down and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, I said, “Marlon, I want you to know that I love you, I know, it makes me sound crazier than I already am,” I said, and I noticed the grin on his face. “Yinny, I might as well be crazy too than,” He said, “Because I think I love you too,” he added.
I was finally in heaven.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
It’s still Thursday, only now its night time. Marlon’s in the room, doin’ only god knows what. I still think I’m in a personal heaven, I really don’t remember anything that made me feel this way. Diary, you’ve only been around for about two years now, so you wouldn’t know either.
I am listening to my iPod; you remember how I had songs on here that I’d never listen to? Well, right now, I am listening to one of the songs. It’s ‘Once Upon This Broken Heart of Mine’ by The Beu sisters.
Once upon a broken heart
I was walking alone in the dark
Looking for a way to start again
What I wouldn't give for a friend
There was no love in my life
There was no light in my eyes
All the tears that I had cried and cried
Seemed like they'd never end
And I never believed fairytales came true
But now I know that they really do
Now that I found you, now that I'm here with you
Just look at the sunshine, and you
Showed me a world
That I'd never seen
I woke up and fell into this dream
Happily ever after just took time
Once upon this broken heart of mine
I started muttering the words to myself, I hadn’t known Marlon had came back into the room, and you, my diary, were out.
Long ago and far away
I could never dream of the day
That your love would come my way and stay
And sweep me away and I
Never believed fairytales came true
But now I know that they really do
Now that I found you, now that I'm here with you
Just look at the sunshine, and you
Showed me a world
That I'd never seen
I woke up and fell into this dream
Happily ever after just took time
Once upon this broken heart of mine
This is the way a fairytale feels
This is the way I know it's real
'Cause this is the way a broken heart heals
Marlon had come closer, walking over to the bed. Aye, I write in you a lot on my bed. I started singing a little louder; I know I have no real talent as a singer.
And I never believed fairytales came true
But now I know that they really do
Now that I found you, now that I'm here with you
Just look at the sunshine, and you
Showed me a world
That I'd never seen
I woke up and fell into this dream
Happily ever after just took time
Once upon this broken heart of mine
Just as the song ended I felt Marlon’s gentle touch on my head, I looked up, and blushed when I saw him there. Ayah, I don’t know why I blushed; I seem to blush a lot lately. I took the ear buds out of my ears. “Yinny…” his voice was husky. My eyes widened a bit. “Y-yes?” He pushed you aside diary, and turned me over…
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Diary, I can’t believe what Marlon and I just did. I just can’t, why did I let it happen? Why hadn’t I stopped him? Oh, diary, how I regret my actions. He showed me how to do things, and and, a whole bunch of other things. He went so far as to take my ‘flower’ from me. Yes, that’s right, he took away my virginity, but why would I let it happen? I’m so confused!
He didn’t answer my question before pushing you aside, he didn’t do much talking either, he only calmed me down during the more painful parts. I couldn’t believe it, and still can’t. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t like it, because I did like it, but it was and still it surprising.
When we finish, and he got off me, I sat up, and almost cried. I didn’t cry though, He sat behind me, and embraced me. Whispering sweet words of his love to me, but I didn’t care. He kissed my neck a couple times, and said I should get some rest. I shook my head and told him I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t lying, I don’t lie. The only reason I do sleep is because of some medication I take, but other than that, I’m awake. Marlon sighed and embraces me, my back against his chest. “How’d I know you were gonna act like this after I made love to you?” he asked, to no one in particular, it was like one of those questions you ask and don’t expect an answer to. He looked out the window, and saw the moon. “Because I’m an open book,” I responded.
“And you’re my open book,” he said, whispering onto my head. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “All mine,” he murmured to the air. I leaned my head on his shoulder, “All yours,” I murmured back.
Sincerely Yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Today is Friday, I went to school today, I didn’t do much of anything while at school, I jut sat in my seat, took tests and listened to my iPod. When I was muttering the words to some of the Japanese songs on my iPod, people looked at me weird. Just because I didn’t always want to listen to American music, I am a freak. I have several German songs on my iPod as well, I use to have no English songs on my iPod, they were all Japanese and German, bet you didn’t know that one, Diary.
The teachers bitched a lot about the iPod, but I didn’t care, as usual. Yieson hadn’t even come near me until the end of the day. I was at my locker, humming the song that was playing. The song? Rockstar by Nickelback. One of my favorite songs. ‘Acause I wanna be a Rockstar; Hehehe. He took the ear-buds out of my ears, and pushed me against the lockers. “What did that ****** do to you after you left the school?” he asked. I still thought Yieson was handsome, and still had a school-girl crush on him. A light blush tinted my cheeks as he continued to come closer to me. He gently grasped my chin and tilted it upward, so I was looking at him. “Tell me, baby, what did you two do?” My breath stayed in my throat, that’s right, I wasn’t breathing.
‘Why is he getting so close’ was what was running though my mind. He came so close, his lips mere millimeters from mine, I could tell he grinned. “Do I have to force the information out of you?” he murmured huskily. Oh, ********, no. “W-w-w-w-w-we wwwennt home,” I said, shakily. He pressed his lips against mine. ‘NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’ is all that was running through my mind. He bit my lower lip, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. ‘-cry- -cry- -sob- -sob- How do I get him to stop?’ I thought. The kiss continued on, I wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing, I knew I couldn’t just mimic it. ********! Dude knew how to kiss!
After a few minutes, he finally pulled away. A small string of saliva followed. I was finally able to breath, but I was dazed by the kiss, how long has he been practicing for? I’m an excellent mimic, and not even I could copy him! I really hated having two men after me, and whenever I think I know who I want, the other comes up and does something that’ll leave me breathless. Yieson wrapped his arms around my waist, and nuzzled into my neck. I had to tilt my head a bit to make sure he was comfortable.
I soon felt him laying gentle kisses on my neck. I relaxed a lot, it felt good, but I couldn’t have this! “S-s-stop!” he did stop, wow. “Will you tell me what you two did after you left?” he asked. “We went home!” I wanted it to end, I wanted to run off. “Later, maybe around 9,” my eyes widened. Did he know? He must have known. “Uhhh,” I didn’t want to tell him. He grinned. “I knew it, you couldn’t have been a virgin still, little whore,” his word stung. Meaning, they hurt a lot. I picked up my backpack and walked off. Once I got outside, Marlon was there. I just walked past him. It didn’t do me too much good, seeing as he caught up, and fast.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me against himself. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked. “Nothing,” I said, and put a fake grin on my face. He knew I was lying.
Sincerely Yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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[This Chapter is NOT named; Chapter 9 is the ONLY NAMED chapter. BUT, I wanted to give you all a treat, so, this will be FRIDAY IN YINNY’S WORLD in MARLON’S POV. Have fun =D]
Yinny M. Smith
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[This Chapter is NOT named; Chapter 9 is the ONLY NAMED chapter. BUT, I wanted to give you all a treat, so, this will be FRIDAY IN YINNY’S WORLD in MARLON’S POV. Have fun =D]
I woke up late, as usual. My little source of heat gone, ‘Damn it, she’s still in school.’ I know my parents would kill me once they found out I dropped out of school at 17. I grinned, knowing I’ll probably be living off Yinny’s income. I slowly sat up, yawned and stretched. I sighed, Yinny forced herself to get up everyday and go to school, which I know see why she hates it, after seeing what Yieson did to her.
I knew about Yieson before she told me, how? Well, one day Yinny left her diary at home, I read it. I don’t feel guilty I wanted to know why my Yinny was so different, is that so bad? I was in the bathroom, washing up, I have some stubble of a mustache. Yinny said she didn’t like facial hair, so I had to get rid of it. Anything for Yinny. I wanted her to be home, but she’s the one that needs to get an education, if she doesn’t want to live off the Government, which she has basically proven with what she is doing, going to school.
I never did do well in school, but I could tell she did very well, she even told me ‘Insanity isn’t that bad, you loose something and you gain another’. My Yinny didn’t want the conversation to go on, so I didn’t make her, I don’t want my Yinny upset with me. No, that would be bad. I finish up in the bathroom and come out with nothing on. Imma sexy boy, I don’t need clothes. I walk over to our bed, yes our, Yinny’s and mine. This bed is special, this is where we first laid together, this is the place I took my Yinny’s virginity. I look out the window above the bed, the day seemed nice. I sat on the bed and looked at the nightstand. ‘Looks like my little Yinny forgot her diary,’ I think to myself. I picked it up and read through the diary. I noticed how she addressed the diary as if it were real. Maybe that was one of the things that go along with insanity.
I noticed she said that she’d tell the diary what I looked like, but hasn’t yet done it. I picked up a pen, more like, the green pen she’s used to write in the whole thing. I added a side note:
Marlon; Seeing as my precious Yinny hasn’t yet told you what I look like, I will tell you. I am Marlon himself. I have black skin and brown eyes. I stand at a good 6’1”; I have a size 12 in men’s foot and plenty of muscle, my Yinny likes that, she says that she feels safe with me; I love the fact that having some muscle put me ahead in Yinny’s book. I have a stubble mustache and my hair is shaved down, I’m not bold to the point where my head shines, but I don’t really have any hair that could be touched. I have puffy pink lips that my Yinny loves. I think that’s all my Yinny would have told you anyway.
And with that, I close the diary, and put it and the bright green pen she writes with on the night stand. I stand up, and walk over to the dresser that Yinny let me put the clothes she bought me in. My Yinny is perfect. I love her so much, I sound like a stalker. I sigh, I have never acted like this with another, I have never made such public affections to any other girl except Yinny. How does she do it? I swear, the moment I saw her, I fell in love. I call it love at first sight, but before that day I had never believed in it. I always thought it was a fool’s thing.
I proved myself wrong. These kinds of thoughts filled my head as I got dressed and walked over to the computer. I sat down and wriggled the mouse a bit and the screen came on and I clicked on the Verizon internet icon. I went on Myspace and logged into my account. Once I was all logged in, I had some comments and messages, even friend requests.
I went to my friends requests and just approved of them all. Went to my inbox, replied to the couple of messages I had, then I finally get to the profile comments. I have recently found out that Myspace makes adding comments and such much easier, just click on ‘Comment back’. Most of my comments were just saying ‘Showin’ Your Page Some Luv, CB’. I didn’t comment back, but when I went down far enough; I saw my Yinny had posted a comment. “Hey Sweetie, I just wanted to say that I loved ya’ ”. Her display picture was a picture of us holding hands. I was leaning down to kiss her. I clicked on the comment back link. “I love you too, baby” I replied. I said she was online now, ‘Must be on the Computer at school’ I thought to myself. I looked at the time, it was 1:30. “Already?” I asked myself, and grinned, an hour until I saw my Yinny again. I closed out of Verizon, got up, grabbed my wallet and started walking out the door. No, it didn’t take me an hour to get to my Yinny’s school, but I liked to get something to eat on the way.
Today, I stopped at McDonalds and ate slowly. When I was done, it was 2:15. ‘Just enough time to get to Yinny’ I thought. As expected, I was at Yinny’s school before she got out. I was standing there for about 5 minutes. I didn’t mind the wait. But, if I didn’t have good eyes for only my Yinny, I would have missed her rushing walk. I walked up to her, “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked her. “Nothing,” She replied, and grinned. I grabbed her hand and pulled her 5’0” frame close to me, her back on my chest, and my arms around her waist.
I rests my head on her right shoulder, “Don’t lie to me, Yinny,” I said to her. She looked down. “Yieson kissed me,” she said, I growled, ‘b*****d’ I thought. “Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna go home and I’ll make you feel all better,” I said. I wasn’t lying either, I loved my Yinny and I wouldn’t stop until she was happy again.
-End Of Chapter-
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*WARNING; Chapter contains mature content, those who do not have interest in sexual acts are asked to not read the update.
Dear Diary,
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*WARNING; Chapter contains mature content, those who do not have interest in sexual acts are asked to not read the update.
Dear Diary,
It is still Friday. When I got home from school, Marlon was asking me a bunch of questions all at once. Finally, I suggested we just go out to the pool. Yes, dairy, we have a pool, a nice little treat my grandparents left with the house. I told him that I just had to clean it up a bit and we’d be fine. So, I went to my room and changed. I only had bikinis. I changed into one of them, it was the top was black and had red skulls on each cup.
The bottoms were black and had a red skull on my a**. I put some shorts on. It was near the middle of September but it was still like 80 degrees F, just the right temp to go swimming in. I went out to the back porch and got to cleaning out the pool. Marlon was upstairs changing. When he finally came down, the pool was ready. He walked up behind me and hugged me. “Pools ready,” I said, he mumbled something, and buried his head in my neck. His arms wrapped around my waist, pretty tightly too. I didn’t know why until I felt him grind against me. I blushed and looked at him; he was grinning. He let go of me, I slide my shorts off and dived into the pool.
He sat on the edge of the desk, his feet in the water. I came up to breathe quickly on the other side of the pool, the quickly went back under the water and swam up to him. I came up between his legs. “Prefect position, baby,” he said. I didn’t get it at first, until he murmured in my ear that he wanted me to give him a blow job. I blushed deeper than I ever have before. Aya, diary, I didn’t know what to do.
Marlon had taken his ‘love stick’ out. He was very big, and already hard. “Show me what you can do,” he demanded, almost. Slowly, I licked from the base of his love stick to the top. I closed my mouth around the tip, and my tongue circled around the small slit at the top. I didn’t waste too much time at the tip, what I did next surprised him, I engulfed his entire love stick; and didn’t gag. Marlon’s hand was in my hair, he was groaning something along the lines of ‘s**t, she’s a ********’ natural’. It made me feel good that Marlon liked what I could do.
Diary, you seem confused about the fact that I didn’t gag, don’t you remember that I would should things like spoons down my throat and try not to gag? It came in handy, a lot more than I thought it would. After all, Marlon’s love stick is like 9 ½ -10 inches long. He’s a big boy.
I wont get into much other detail of what happened between me and Marlon, because you’ve said it before, what two lovers do behind closed door is their business, not everyone else’s. I really hate some of the girls at school, they brag about how they could take a full 5 inch love stick in their mouths and not gag, at this point, I was thinking ‘********, my spoons are bigger than your boyfriends love stick’.
So, back to the pool, right? After he finished up, and I took his love stick out of my mouth, I said, “Mmm, You’re a -big- boy,” Yes, the pun there was intended. We cleaned him up and the area around the pool, before swimming for a bit. Eventually he held me in the center of the pool and refused to get me go. I thought it was cute, so I kissed him on the cheek, close to his lips.
Right now, my Marlon is asleep next to me. I yawn, I will join my Marlon is the land of dreams. Good night, diary.
Sincerely Yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Today is Saturday. This morning I woke up to Marlon lying on top of me, laying butterfly kisses on my neck. “Wake up, baby,” he whispered, before going back to his butterfly kisses. I groaned and shifted a bit, “Come on, baby, I invited some of my friends over,” he murmured. His hand petting my sides, “Alright,” I mumble. I didn’t want to wake up. “I want you to meet them,” he said, a little louder now.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, wrapping my arms around him. He sat up, and I couldn’t keep grip on him. I whined, and could just tell that he grinned, “Once you’re up and down stairs, you can cling onto me all you want,” he said. I made a sound and he was gone. I slowly got up, I looked over at my alarm clock, it was 11 in the morning, mmm, I guess I slept late today. I went to my dresser and took out a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. I took off my pajamas, and put on my outfit for the day. It was black, but the pants had some silver on them.
I went into the bathroom, brushed my hair, and teeth, then relieved myself [Bladder relief]. I went downstairs, his friends were already there. I didn’t notice then though and went straight into the kitchen. I opened the drawer that I kept my morning pills in; I noticed several bottles open and some pills taken. “MARLON!” I scream. He and his friends jump in fear. I pull one of the knives out of the drawer, it was long. Longest one I could find. I growled coming into the living room. “Who the ******** touched my pills? Lie and I’ll just kill you all with no regrets, either.” I growl out. All of Marlon’s friends dumped several of my pills onto the table. “Now, for attempting to steal my pills, I’ll give you all 2 minutes to get out of my house,” I said, picking my pills up off the coffee table. “I’m still missing some,” I said, “Don’t make me search you,” I added.
I don’t play when it comes to my pills; I need them. Finally, one of Marlon’s friends put the 3 pills he still had on the table, I had all my pills. “Baby, calm down, they really ain’t that b-” I cut him off. “10 minutes in my house and they destroy my and my moms pill drawers, steal my pills, and my moms, which you better start taking out or else,” I said, and pulled the knife out; they knew I was no joke. “I want them out,” I added. Marlon stood up and came over to me, “Baby, please, I haven’t seen my boys since I met you,” he murmured to me. I sighed, “Fine, but if I find one more thing gone,” I stuck the knife out, pointing towards them, “You’ll find their dead bodies in what ever room they were in when I killed them,” I finished up, I picked the pills up that belonged to my mom, and added them into my pile of pills.
I walk out into the kitchen, his boys still scared. “Don’t worry, g, I got it under control,” Marlon said. If only he knew I didn’t kill them because I love him. I pull out the pill drawer completely and separate the pills. Once I finished all that I took my usual mornin’ pills. I looked at the clock, it was noon. I grabbed the phone, and took a small note pad with me into the living room. They were all sitting there, watching some MTV; its s**t TV, but they like it.
“What do you want on your pizza,” I said, as if in sync they said “Pepperoni,” Eh, it was an easy order then. I dialed the number to Primo’s [Pronounced ‘Premo’s’]. I walked back into the kitchen, “Hello, I’d like a large pepperoni pizza, and a small Italian sub with lettuce, pickles and light oil.” I said my order, “Yes, that is all,” I answered his question. I told him I’d like it delivered to my place, I gave him my address and he said they’d be here in about a half hour.
I hung up the phone; I went upstairs and pulled a 20 dollar bill out from my wallet. I sighed and went back down stairs. I had my iPod, and was doing an air guitar as I walked down stairs. “Get up, come on get down with the sickness, you motha’, get up, you ********’ get up come on, get down with the sickness,” I mutter. I turn the volume down as I near Marlon and his friends, talking about only-god-knows-what; I sit on Marlon’s lap. Marlon grinned and kissed the back of my head, “Tryin’ to be a Rockstar, Hun?” He asked. I blushed slightly, and shook my head. About 5 minutes later, the bell rang, it was the pizza dude. I paid him and took the pizza and my sub. When he was walking away I closed the door with my foot.
I put the pizza box on the coffee table in the living room. “There’s soda in the fridge, don’t kill it,” I said. I went out to the back porch, set my sub on the table next to a chair and walked back into the house. I went into the kitchen, got a cup of Kool-Aid and went back to the porch. I ate my sub and drank my Kool-Aid with no disruptions. When I was done, I saw the door open and all 5 boys come out. They were all in their boxers. I rolled my eyes, took my empty cup and sub wrapper into the kitchen. I put the cup in the sink and threw out my sub wrapper. When I came back out all the boys were in the pool and were talking. They didn’t seem to see me. “********, dude, you lyin’. That girl wouldn’t let you ******** her, she’d ratha’ kill ya’,” He said. “Nah, I hit it, she’s a ********’ natural with givin’ me head,” Marlon said.
I felt my heart throb. I-I-I preformed those acts for him to just brag to his friends!?! I turned around, and walked back into the house, slamming the door, all his friends saw me walking back upstairs. Once I was up there, I put my iPod away and laid down in bed. It was 1:30 Pm. I feel asleep, and didn’t wake up ‘til 4-ish. Marlon was sitting next to me, stroking my head and side. I moved myself out of his reach. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked me. He dared to ask me what was wrong! “Am I just someone you use to have something to brag about? I don’t mean that you brag about how ‘perfect’ you think I am, I mean, you brag about what we do as lovers?” I asked him, he pulled me up. He pressed my back against his chest. “Baby, they asked me, and you said it yourself, you hate liars,” he said, nuzzled into the back of my ear. “R-r-really?” I asked him. “Of course, I’d never do anything to hurt you,” he said. I relaxed into his embrace, and the rest of the night was basically a blur. Like it didn’t happen, and if it did, I wasn’t paying attention.
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Yinny M. Smith
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Dear Diary,
Today is Sunday. I slept until 10 AM, Marlon had stayed in the bed until I had waken up, he’s been so sweet to me the past couple of days. I like it a lot. Oh, diary, am I really in love; or do I just think I am to keep Marlon around? It’s hard to tell anymore, diary.
Looking back on past entries, it seems my writing style has changed too. Is Marlon really having that much of an effect on me? It all seems very confusing to me. Ah, well, I really need to stop with all this thinking, one day it might be the death of me.
As we lay in bed, I snuggled closer to Marlon, that’s when he knew I was awake. “Mornin’, baby,” Marlon said, I shuddered lightly, I loved his voice. “Mornin,” I murmured. He moved his free arm and held my chin, tilting it up and kissed me. His other arm, wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my tail bone; his thumb started caressing my tail bone. He broke the kiss, grinning towards me.
I couldn’t help but smile back, he took me off him and I was confused until he moved himself to hover over me. Tilting my head to the side, his lips coming in contact with my neck, his mouth open, gently sucking. I moaned it felt good to get attention like this: His hands stroking my hips.
Dairy, I always felt as if there were a war going on inside of me. Good and bad, love and hate, tolerance and madness; sanity and insanity. Marlon had a special war inside of me, almost like confusion, but as the hickey was formed on my neck and his hands are on my hips, it was almost like the war had stopped. I didn’t quite get why it cleared up then, but it did. I knew that I truly madly loved him.
As his mouth left my neck and I groaned, “Marlon, I love you,” I murmured. He grinned towards my neck. “I love you too, Yinny,” he said, his voice still sent a shiver up my spine.
My life was gonna be perfect from now on, right, dairy?
Sincerely yours,
Yinny M. Smith
Yinny M. Smith
