I nearly forgot to post this today since I didn’t post it yesterday. . .also because I forgot. My brain gets extremely scattered all over the place, so things happen, but this portion of A.O.L has actual dialogue. A friend of mine that’s editing this said that deep thoughts are great, but in order for the story and the character to develop there needs to be some form of setting and interaction. That’s kind of what I tried to start with this portion, so it’s a very rough attempt that will be cut down and most likely revised into something else. My friend has not read this yet, so it’s not as ‘polished’ (not to say the other portions were perfect, but there was some adding and removing and editing and. . .other things that went into them, despite it still being a work in progress).
Hopefully you enjoy this portion and for anyone that has not read any of the other letters, it’s not extremely necessary to go back and read what I’ve written for the first four letters. It just paints an even picture of the characters thoughts and perspective. Here’s a link to the page that just has posts for the story and nothing else: https://rescloset22.wordpress.com/category/the-alphabet-of-life-ing-project/
When it comes to the weekend, I find myself shedding what feels like pounds upon pounds of feelings I held during the week. My thoughts and emotions become louder and my brain begs and pleads for silence. My body feels aches and pains that I didn’t know the cause of and I find myself in a state that seems like a mature feet up postion/lay down combo. It’s one of the reasons I hate being left alone with myself. In these moments, I call out for a friend. Unlike most people, I have very few that I can call for moments like this. I actually only have one person for moments like this.
I pick up my cell phone and dial the number without glancing at the keys. The dial tone sounds and I hear a click. I speak without a greeting, naturally.
“Have you ever had a moment where you just felt like you couldn’t be around yourself?”
Laughter bubbles on the other end, “I’m doing fine, how are you?”
“I’m sorry, I just got excited.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Explain further.”
” I just. . .I just can’t stand being around myself lately. I’m having issues just spending time with myself in a room. My brain won’t shut up and I can’t concentrate.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing.”
“Because those are moments when you realize how much you’re feeling at once. You’re brain’s trying to tell you that you’re holding too much in. You shouldn’t do that.”
“Sometimes I don’t have anyone to talk to.”
“You always have me, Sara.”
“But you’re busy. You have school, your girlfriend, home. . .I don’t want you to have to shut off time just to deal with me.”
“Don’t think about it that way. You’re my best friend, you can always talk to me no matter what. Just because we have seperate crap means nothing. We’ve got long distance on lock by now.”
“Then know that I’m here for whatever you need.”
“Thanks, Rae. Besides my weirdness, how are you?”
“It’s Lace, she’s kind of . . .wanted more attention lately. It’s taken a lot out of me.”
“Tell her you need some time to rest. I’m sure she’ll get it.”
“I feel like she’s not asking for much, though.”
“She is if you’re exhausted.”
He sighs, “I’ll survive.”
I hear a beep on the other end, “Speak of the angel, she’s calling right now. Could I call you back later?”
“Yeah,” I say, reluctantly.
I press and feel a whirlpool of thoughts come to the front of my mind. I surround myself in a bundle of my sheets and comforter, hoping to drown the thoughts with sleep. Praying that my full exhaustion weighs to the point where my resistance caves in and I let my subconcious take over.