Young Writers Society

Jared

At last I caught sight of her, she was with Joshua. I studied her, she was rambling on about something. She looked as if she were lost, just like the first time i laid eyes on her. She didn't show any interest in Joshua which lifted my spirits.

Maybe she's looking for you, Jared. My subconscious whispered in my ear.

I nodded knowing it was true, and decided to take a step toward them. Then, she saw me.

**Sorry so short, I've been super sick D:**

~Larinda~

Every muscled froze in place, my eyes in his. For the first time I can remember, no thoughts actually passed through my head. Then my legs started their movement, starting at a sprint. The unfamiliar shoes nearly made me fall multiple times and my shoulder bumped that of others so many times I couldn't count them.

Thought it seemed like the farthest distance one can imagine, I reached him in a short amount of time. For a few moments, I stood their, wondering to myself, what now?

In an attempt to regain my voice, I looked down, my matted hair falling in front of my face as if it were the nest of some animal. I was glad, though, because my forming tears were hidden.

"I beg your forgiveness. The stupidity and thoughtlessness of my actions..." My voice fell away in a choked down sob, horrified as I felt tears stream down my face. Swallowing, I continued, "I'm so sorry."

*Hey guys. Uh, Pokerface won't be on for awhile. So she told me to tell you to take off her character. Hope it didn't ruin anything.*

Ray

"Look, do you think it's possible...or do you have dreams yourself?" She asked.

Ray froze up a little inside. Did she know what he'd done to Vincent, or had she really had a nightmare of her own? Was this somehow connected with that weird dream he'd found himself in?

"Your nightmare..." He said cautiously, no longer kidding around, "What exactly happened?"

"That's the thing!" She said, "I'm not really sure...it started out normal, but then-" she stopped, as though suddenly unsure of telling him what had happened. "Well, I wasn't sure if it was mine, or hers."

Ray nodded, thinking back on the dream he'd gone into, and the girl there who'd assured him that everything would turn out for the best. He wondered again if she'd somehow known what was going on. He hoped so, as that was a pleasant thought in many ways.

"Something like that happened to me fairly recently," he said, "But I don't know exactly what it was either. To answer your question, though, yes. I do think it's possible for us to dream. But I think we usually dream with other people, and that it's rare for us to have a dream that belongs mostly to us. Does that help at all?" He smiled again now, but in a kind manner rather than a playful one.

Jared

I grabbed her shoulders and gave her a hug, she seemed so heart stricken about what she had done. As she wallowed in despair I tried to get my voice back.

"It's okay. I forgive you, Larinda." I whispered into her messy hair. So, maybe i wasn't destined for darkness? Just lost my way a couple times, I know now that I am who i should be. So, Larinda and I just stood there holding each other as we both had many thoughts running in and out of our heads.

It felt good to have somebody to hold, I felt complete. What's funny is normally this would be awkward but, it's not, at least not for Larinda and i. We didn't have to speak. Finally, she pulled away.

"Jared, I believe we should be off to bed now. It's late." She said, her eyes puffy from crying. I nodded slowly, trying to find something else to say.

"Would you care to take a walk with me tomorrow?" I asked.

"Of course, where might we meet?" She answered with a question.

"The Shafter park, near the old school?" I said.

"See you there." She replied, beginning to walk away.

"Goodnight, Larinda." I said, just audibly enough that she turned and waved again.

Shafter park, it will be interesting.

Anyone care to fill me in. I've been grounded and the last part I remember was the ball.
By the way, feel free to bring Becca in.

Leslie~

I stood there in front of Ray, not sure how to answer. It didn't help me much because I didn't tell him what was really bothering me. Then, it hit me. But I think we usually dream with other people. Other people? Could that mean him?

"So does that mean it could be possible that my dream was also yours?" I said, my voice wavering.

Could he really feel that way?

*mushy mushy mushy*

Joshua

After everything, things seemed to have turned out well for those two.. at least from what he had seen. When Larinda returned, she seemed a touch happier and for the most part, her body language proved my suspicions correct.

She didnt say anything more then that though and as I walked her back to her house, I started to contemplate everything that seemed to have occured. If she... if she could take a stand and talk to Jared... then maybe I could talk to Becca too. I had to do something... I couldnt just let her walk away out of my life like nothing had occured. I knew we werent close quite yet but there was no one with the nerve, the guts, the charisma as Becca, not out of all the dream creators I had met.

And I would talk to her. Simply put, I would tell her I was sorry and tell her that I had to do what I had to do, and that Vincent was as much apart of my life as any, but after that I knew what I would say and i was going to...

Now, to find her...

~~

**Hopefully that left a good enough opening for you whitetiger **

Ray

He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head, "I meant with the humans, not with other dream creators." He said, even though he knew it was possible after what he'd done to Vincent. "Besides," He continued, "My dream couldn't possibly have been mine as well - mine was before the ball, whereas yours was last night."

"Oh." She said simply, seeming strangely crestfallen.

Ray tilted his head a little. What was the matter with her? She never ceased to astound him, one moment seeming to hate his guts, the next seeming worried that he was about to stop loving her. As though he hadn't already learnt to cope with those mood swings. But...if she wanted Vincent as much as he knew she did, why was she so desperate for Ray to feel this way about her?

"Why," he said, grinning a little "Are you asking me this stuff, and not Vincent?"

**Wow this sounds like a crazy soap opera XD but where is all my politics? Awe.. we need a new king people! I'll be putting in a little plot twist soon to make things move.**

*Ok, I'm bored and I might as well get Leslie to make her point....I'm sorry Billy for making this so mushy. My apologies *

Leslie~

I stared in awe and fright about Ray's words. He always asked the most difficult questions that I could never truly answer.

This one being no different. Ray, I don't know why. I don't know anything right now. Which way is up and which way is down or who my enemies are and who my...lovers...are...

Go to the man who loves you, the girl said. Ask and you will receive.

"Ray, do you love me?" I asked, gazing into his glimmering eyes.

I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what I was going to do even if Ray did say yes. Did I want him to say yes? Would that put me out of my misery of fighting for Vincent? Or would that enslave me to a world of pain....

Or does it even matter each way? Will I always be hurt?

Sorry it's taken me forever. Just had a bit of writer's block

*Lilly*

I was slumped against the dresser, where Vincent had left me. Tears fell from my eyes. I couldn't stop them. The way he looked at me before he went away, with such... sadness and almost disgust, it made me feel worthless. He didn't even say anything to me, like I wasn't worth it.

I sighed and wiped my eyes. Why did this always happen? Everytime I thought something good was happening, it turns and bites me in the ass.

I got up and went over to the window. The sun was setting, but today I wasn't stuck by the beauty of it.

Today I was in a killing mood.

I had to pick my nightmare carefully. I didn't want to kill an innocent. I wanted to kill a person that deserved it.

I finally found my victim. A serial killer who had been put in jail was dreaming about his next victim. He wasn't in jail for killing. He was in jail because of public intoxication.

I entered it and saw him tourturing a teenage girl. He had cut her up pretty bad, cutting into her skin the words "bitch" and "mine". I sneered. I couldn't wait to hurt him.

I changed my appearance as I walked to him slowly. I now had short blond hair and bright blue eyes. I was in a school uniform.

"Excuse me sir." I said quietly. He turned to look at me and the girl stopped screaming. A lustful look came into his eyes.

"May I help you darling?" he asked standing up. At this point he was wondering if there was such a girl as me. If there was, he wanted her right away.

"Well, I was lost, and I thought that maybe you could..." I drifted off, making myself seem small and scared, just the way he liked it.

He smiled a sick smile. "Of course I'll help you." he said stepping closer to me.

"No! Don't let him go near you!" the girl in the chair screamed. "He'll_"

She was cut of by him stabbing her in the chest.

*Will continue later, g2g srry

~Larinda~

"Um." I finally spoke, looking at the man. The word wasn't to find my thoughts, but to show that I wanted them to be expressed. I knew exactly what I wanted to say and how to say it but he was lost in thought. He blinked, thrown out of his thoughts. For that, I felt bad; I knew how irritating that could be.

"I need to thank you." The smile that appeared on my face was involuntary but I let it stay there, "I'm afraid I'm in you debt and I have no knowledge of your name." In an effor to show my gratitude, I bowed Japanese style. This made him appear uncomfortable so I stood up straight.

"That's not--"

"Necessary? I'm quite sure it is." I chuckled a bit, "If you were in my head, you would certainly realize that it is completly necessary. Do not be afraid to call upon me if the need arises."

Ray

Now, interestingly, it was Ray's turn to feel as though he'd been asked an impossible question. Do you love me? She'd asked. Ray was tempted, in the style that he was known for, to answer her question with one of his own: Are you sure you want to know? Because, in truth, he wasn't sure that she did want this answer.

He simply sat still for a long time, as though pondering the answer to her question, when really, he was pondering the answer to his own. Telling her the truth could prove disastrous. This was one matter that Ray knew he had to take seriously.

How would she react to the truth? He thought back over the last few days, how she'd reacted to everything he'd said. She'd ranged from demanding he go to the dance with her and appearing jealous when Lily had danced with him, to simply ignoring him for no apparent reason. Ray had a feeling that there was some part of her that liked him, but there was also the part that liked Vincent. The two Leslies that always seemed so vulnerable, like now. Then, of course, there was sardonic, abusive, 'normal' Leslie, who would most likely just laugh at such a concept as love.

He chuckled a little, thinking to himself, What does it matter? She more or less knows anyway. And it's not like her treatment of me could get any worse than I've already experienced from her.

"Ray?" She asked, seeming to need his answer.

He smiled up at her, "You didn't really have to ask me that, I'm fairly certain most of Somnoum would be able to tellyou the answer to that question. Yes, Leslie. I love you."

Okay, I'm continuing the post from earlier

*Lilly*

I didn't jump when he shot her. In fact, I didn't even acknowledge it. I just smiled. He stepped closer to me, and when I didn't move, he grabbed me roughly and kissed me. It was nasty. He tasted like beer and insanity. I'd had a small taste with Vincent earlier.

I pulled away and pushed him down on the chair, grinning at him wickidly. He looked up at me, an excited glint in his crazy eyes. I ran my hand down his chest and down ever further to the thing he used so often to violate girls and boys alike. His breath came in shallow gasps, but it turned to a scream when my hand closed around him and pulled hard enough for it to rip off.

He fell out of his chair screaming in agony and I stood over him. "So you like raping and killing teenagers?" I asked him quietly. He looked up at me with wild eyes. I smirked at him and threw his manhood across the room and materialized a whip in my hand. "We're going to have a lot fun tonight, you and me." I said, running my hand up and down the whip and then turned my attention back to him. "So, let's get started."

He actually lasted longer than I thought he would. We did have a lot of fun, or I did anyway. The torture went on for a while, and finally, he died. When I left him, his dream body was a bloody mess.

It gave me that satisfaction of a job well done.