WCWC Thursday 4/1/04 lost treasures

[lumberjim]

This weeks topic:

Think of something that you've lost. Something somewhat important. Imagine for us someone finding it, and take us to the present or into the future of this item's path.

[lumberjim]

So I find this ring. It's a school ring. Downingtown Senior High. White gold with a sapphire.....well, blue glass, i expect. There's an inscription: :"Jim Helm" on the inside. It;s heavy, and hot from lying in the sun. There's a football player on one side, and '88 on the other.

Into my pocket it goes. The gold has to be worth $50 or so. So the field trip to Valley Forge wasn;t a total waste of my time. Riding the bus back to school, I take it out and am looking over it when the girl behnd me peeks over my seat, and says," Watcha got there, Brenda?" You got a boyfriend we don;t know about?" I hate Wendy. She''s such a bitch!
" Yeah, what's it to you?"
"what's his name?" she asks, not believing me.
"jim. He's a football player"
"Let me see that ring" and she grabs it from me.
"hey! give it back, you slut!" I yell.

Silence. Wendy's mouth drops open, and her face starts to color. The school bus driver looks in the mirror, trying to figure out who yelled. I slide down into my seat, appalled at myself for what I said. Good Catholic girls don't think that way, much less yell it into the silence. I hear Wendy muttering to her friends.

The noise level comes back up, and the driver is not watching anymore, so I turn back around and go to grab the ring back from Wendy. She doesn;t have it anymore. She's passed it to her friend Daniell across the aisle. Daniell is looking at the inscription critically. " Where does Jim go to school, Blender?" I hate it when they call me that. It's not even funny. They only do it cuz they know it gets to me. " I don;t believe you have a football player boyfriend. And it says he graduated in '88. That makes him 18 this year. "
"so what? And he's 19!"
"yeah, sure....A 19 yr old football player is going steady with a 15 yr old nerd like you! Right!"
"So?!"
She laughs. They all laugh. I feel the anger rising. Is it so hard to imagine? Why not me? They're still laughing. I feel tears coming, but I won't cry. Not this time. Not again.

The next thing I remember, the school bus driver has her arm around my neck, and I can;t breathe. The bus is pulled to the side of the road, and everyone is staring at me with wide eyes and open mouths. My hands are bloody and full of hair. The ring is on my middle finger, and its got red goop hanging from it. Then I see Daniell. I think she's dead. She's not moving at all, and her hair is full of blood. It's running down her face too. Then I see her breathing. Suddenly I'm cold. So cold. Every thing is getting dim, and my vision contracts. All I can see is the ring in my hand. Covered with gore. It's strangely beautiful. Shivering, I feel my arms go numb, and then I wake up in the nurses office at school. I still have the ring. It has cut into my finger.

The nurse looks up at me as I sit up on the little vinyl bed.
"You ok, Bren?"
" I don;t think so....what happened?"
"It seems that you attacked Danny, and pulled out most of her hair. You may have blinded her, too. her left eye got in front of that ring, and the paramedics think it might be permanent damage. We'll know tomorrow."
I look down at the ring again. My finger had cramped up, and I cannot unbend it to let go of the ring. Seeing me struggle, the nurse comes over and takes my hand in hers. " You had such a tight grip on this ring that we couldn't take it away without hurting you. Where did you get it?"

" I found it"
"oh, I see." She says. " Wendy said it was your boyfriend's. Ther is no boyfriend then?"
"No." I feel so small.
"Well then why? Why would you fight over it?"
"I don't know," I say. I really don;t know. " they were all laughing at me. That's the last thing I remember."
The nurse helps me get the ring off, takes it to the sink and washes it clean. Coming over with the antiseptic and some gauze, she inspects it. " Football player, huh? Jim Helm. Well, I'm sure he would like to have this back."
"get it away from me" i say.
The alcohol stings. It feels good. I'm wide awake now, and the gravity of what I've done hits me. " Is danny gonna be ok?"
" I'm sure she will, bren. I just hope her eye loooked wors than it was. The skin that was stuck to the ring looked like an eyelid. There were eyelashes. a small piece though"

Now she's shaking me awake.

" HUH?"
" you fainted. I'm sorry. I shouldn;t have said that. The police are here, dear. they want to talk to you"

After the hearing, I had to go home, and pack a bag. 3 months in juvy. christ. I'm so sorry I hurt her. And I am so scared of myself now. How can you make the right choice if you black out? It's not fair. I'll never get mad again. next time I won;t lie either.

~~~~3 months later~~~~~~

My first day at school was strange. Where I had been invisible before, now everyone was staring at me. They looked worried or afraid. Coming around a corner, I am face to face with daniell. She has on dark glasses. Her hair is cut short. " Danny, I'm so sorry." I feel the tears coming agin. This time I'll let them come.
She pushes past me.
I just stand there and cry.

[lumberjim]

c'mon, people. If I can do this, you can too.

[slang]

Originally posted by lumberjim
Think of something that you've lost. Something somewhat important.

I lost my mind a while back. It's not really that important though.

[Griff]

We lost a nutjob cop killing Meth labber hereabouts. The cops found him and didn't kill him... weird.

[slang]

Originally posted by Griff
The cops found him and didn't kill him...

Or anyone else for that matter.

Regular.......or extra crispy?

[Sun_Sparkz]

She used to love me.

I remember the first day we met, I can still feel her hands glide over every inch of me, she would take me with her palms and whisper to my skin how she had never felt such a softness. when she took me home, I remember the vigour as she tore away my covers and lost herself in my smothering texture. I was brand new that day.Every fibre of my design was fresh, clean and bright. I was consumed with my duty to comfort her.

Not a day went by that she didn't come home to me. no sooner out of the shower were we wrapped in one another, and teamed with ugh boots and a coffee we would relax in front of the tele and fall in love with our comfortable bliss. I can remember the care she would take with me, so neat, soft and clean. sometimes if I close my eyes I can pretend im back there, falling asleep around her.

The winter was over and she and I had both sensed that the warm spring would test our closeness, our encounters were becoming less frequent and often would only last for a few minutes in the morning when she got up out of bed. once I was in high regard, but she now left the house while I lay a crumpled mess on the floor, my skin no longer the pillar of comfort and softness it used to be.

Then he came along.

Taken from her room like a child stolen in the night
He tore my limbs, he broke my heart
He hid me in the darkness
And tore our love apart

My emotions turn to stone evertime I think of the way he would pick up my remains and use me as a rag to clear away his mess , and not even give a second thought to the grime now smeared across my wasted face.

I didn't see her for some months, I lay a prisoner in the house of grime, all hope was gone. The day of reckoning, the sun warmed the outside of the shed like a fan forced oven and the corrugated sheets would twist in the heat. She entered with grace, her aura stunning me, I couldn't believe she was actually here! She noticed me instantly, and reached out to me with such tenderness as she did the first time she had caressed me with such love. a look of disappointment washed across her face, and she turned her head toward the door of the shed.

"Why is my dressing gown in the shed, with grease all over it?!"

a deep voice replies, "I found it, and I had to use it for a new rag, its perfect material for cleaning my bike. it was getting old any way!"

"Well you better buy me a new one!"

With that she tossed me, whirling, into a plastic Otto of loneliness.

So now here I will die - dirty, cold and decomposing.

[lumberjim]

that was great. I feel so stupid, though. I was totally confused until about 3/4 of the way through. I though it had lesbians in it at first....Even knowing the topic, I had not thought about telling a story from the object's perspective. Nice one, Sparkz.

[Sun_Sparkz]

thanks LJ,

it seems a trend that you always seem to associate me with lesbians..

[lumberjim]

yeah, that occured to me as i posted that last post. I wasn't going to bring it up, but......it's nothing personal, really. just coincedence, i think. not there's anything wrong with that....
..[howard stern].so....did you ever kiss a girl?[/howard stern]

[Sun_Sparkz]

well this one time ... at band camp..