What a strange world. The hours seem long. The minutes seem dreary and now that I finally mustered up the courage to find out where the hell I am heading, life must play me as it does. Frankly, if "Heather" is such a storm that makes us have to make an emergency pitstop, I must admit that one day isn't enough to be vacant in France.
I fear "Heather" is Life admitting that it has been too good with us and that the days lying ahead arent as promising. I fear that something might happen that will torment me whilst Heather is wandering the skies of Europe and that I will have another breakdown. The ones where I want to feel once more, the one's where life itself seems like an unethical maze that of which I get lost in. I fear I will do something I will regret, I fear the victim becoming Bella. I love my Bella, but the darkness within me overshadows all of the light once seizing and daring to shine brighter. Even the love of my Bella cannot save me from the menacing world.
2
I didn't bother to eat breakfast. My stomach was rumbling. My hands were shaking and my head felt as if someone was constantly hitting it with a bat from behind.
Suddenly as I look down my right foot overlaps the left shoelace causing me to fall on my knees and my head hitting the front table I was clinging on that fell and so did the vase and the watered plant which planted itself on top of my head switching houses from that godawful baby blue cooking pot looking vase, which seemed like something one would inherit from a dead relative they did not know. The gold detailed two-story glass trolley shattered into piece once it fell on the ship floor. I did not want to pay a fine, frankly, I don't have enough money to feed myself let alone a stupid overpriced fine the cruise will bill me because of their cheap selves. When can this nightmare end?!
3
I finally halted down the staircase nearly tripping every three seconds, nevertheless, I reached the suite alive! I twisted the key which nearly got stuck due to the probably never been oiled before keyhole to be met by a dark room. Is Bella sleeping? Can't be.
I turned on the small light to the left which only shone on my end of the room which is nothing more than an ill-fitting bed with a harder than brick mattress. To soon be met by the sleeping beauty of my daydreams and my one true love. Her throat looking oh so tempting, a kiss tempting me by the temptress herself. I run my finger up and down her soft and tender epiglottis while leaning all my weight on my left leg. Until I notice there is a small knife laying on the bedside table. Why is it there! Does she fear me! I will show her fear.
I picked up the small yet quite sharp butter knife and put it against her throat causing her to arise heaving.
-F-F-Frank
-Why do you sleep with this? I shouted while pushing the knife closer to her throat making her eye it and back down on the drenched pillow.
-S-s-s, and before she can muster another word her eyes roll back and she faints.
To be continued...