I'm making a story!!!

The angelology series is a good example, I think. Which reminds me I'm still waiting for the next untitled book. Years.

This is the first chapter! It's just a one shot story with 5 chapters all in all and I'm already done with them. I still haven't made some alterations yet in my way of writing. So please, I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations ^_^; ================================================================================================================= It’s the middle of the night, when all is well and everything is dim in a small apartment in Boston, Massachusetts. Her strength to stay awake slowly recedes. The moment she gives in to her sleep, a dream or rather a nightmare came into her. This memory keeps on playing into her mind because it’s the first time she saw her. She saw her only friend and salvation. “When you came into our lives, Mama and Papa only loves you.” A four year old Zaira, holding a knife and a doll on the left hand, came into her baby brother’s room. “We were happy before you. I, Mama, and Papa.” She stared into her innocent brother who’s lying on his crib and looking at her smiling. She raised the knife aiming for her brother’s head. The moment she was about to lunge the knife, she heard her mother shrieked in fright. She looked back and accidentally dropped the knife nearly on the baby’s head. Her mother pushed her and went straight to the baby. The wailing of her brother obviously means that he’s still alive, but he’s been grazed by the knife on his left ear. Shaking, Zaira hold on to her doll tight. She thought, ‘Why? What does he have that I don’t? Why is Mama holding him so dear to her? Why isn't Mama holding me like that anymore?’ Her father came rushing into the room, finding his daughter on the floor looking at his wife and an infant who’s crying in pain. Zaira is confused, her father dragged her arm. ‘Where will Papa take me? Why is Papa hurting me?’ Finally, her father pushed her inside a closet. “YOU STAY HERE UNTIL YOU HAVE THOUGHT OF YOUR ACTIONS!” Her father shut her in. He left without minding that his daughter is crying, begging for forgiveness. “Please Papa! I don’t like it here! Let me out of here! I don’t like being alone! I promise I’ll behave! I’m sorry! Please!!!” Her parents heard her pleas but they chose not to heed it. They knew that she have to think of what she did first before they let her out again. “Please Mama, Papa. I don’t like to be alone… You know I love you…” After a while, her cries turned into sobs. She didn't know how long she’s been there. She’s aware of the creeping crawlies on her legs so she opened a light switch inside the closet. Afraid and still crying, she’s tired of begging for her parents to come and let her out in that closet. She hugged her doll tightly, and whispered, “They don’t love me anymore Yssabella. Mama and Papa hates me. No one will ever love me.” But then, she suddenly heard a young girl’s voice. “I love you Zaira, please don’t think of that.” Startled, she looked at her doll. It wasn't Yssabella who’s talking. She looked around her small space and didn't see anyone. The closet is too small for two persons to fit in. “Where are you? Who are you?” The stranger didn't answer. Zaira is still looking for signs on where to find her, until she found a mirror. She looked at it and made her realize it’s staring back at her. “Hi” Her reflection greeted her. She saw that the girl in the mirror looks just like her but then she feels this is not her reflection. Still sobbing, she dared to ask, “Who are you?” The girl in the mirror smiled at her and said, “I’m your friend, and I promise you’ll never be alone anymore.”

Morning came, Zaira’s body feels heavy as if she’s been pressed down by a big baggage. She turned around to see what’s been bothering her first thing in the morning. When she looked, it was her boyfriend Brian. Looking peacefully as he sleeps and his right arm on top of her. She stared at his face and smiled. She loves this man in front of her, and so she declines the fact that he only used her. She knows it, but she ignored. What made her this way towards him? What made her stay with him in spite the fact that this guy had hurt her too many times? She caressed his cheeks and it woke him up. “Hey, babe” Her heart flutters from the husky voice of the guy she’s with. “Hi Boo, how’s sleep?” She looked at the blue orbs of his eyes and tried not to melt from his gaze. “It’s been great, I’m more worried about you though.” Uncomfortable with what he said, she tried to avert the subject. “I’m okay, how’s work by the way? Have you been with your colleagues?” ‘Have you been with that bitch?’ She shrugged at the voice she heard. “Nah, you’re more important than them. Tell me, is Belle acting up again? I saw you last night lying on the floor” Then she understands, she stayed with him because he knows her. He knows the darkness she keeps with her and still stayed. “No, it’s just I got tired waiting for you and I didn’t notice I slept on the sofa.” She tried to get up, but then Brian grabbed her back to the bed. “You know better than to lie to me.” She bit her lower lip. “It’s not important.” She looked away. “You are important.” That caught her off guard, she sighed in defeat. “I don’t want her to go out.” Silence fills their room. “I don’t want her to ruin everything for me. I’m sick of her taking over and I on the other hand, don’t even know what’s going on. I’m afraid she’ll mess up again and do something, and then the blame will be on me.” Brian made her look at him. “Sweetie, it’s not your fault. No one will blame you. You know you didn't do it. You know yourself and I’m sure even if you and Belle are only one, you will still do the right thing.” It’s what made her love again, his words of encouragement, his sweetness towards her, and even though at times he’s being rough at her, she knows he loves her. ‘Does he really love you? Or the benefits you give to him?’ She winced at the thought, she knows it too well. She’s been used, and he’s just there because he wanted her. He was being sweet so that when he tries to dump her he’ll just say “It’s not working between us.” Or worst “Sorry, it’s not me. It’s you.” She wanted to escape, she wanted to get away. But then, who would accept her? Who would be there for her if she left this guy who is here for her only whenever he needs her? ‘We are better off alone. You don’t need him, especially because he is just a piece of shit.’ She wants to get away and that she will do. “I better go now, I need to go to the office for my report.” Brian’s hand is still holding her arm. “Before you go a little help please?” Belle chuckled, but only Zaira hears her. ‘Told you he’s just a piece of shit.’ Zaira turned to look at him once more and noticed he had a boner. “I’m sorry, boo. I’m late and I really need to go.” It’s always been like that, he is there whenever he needed her but whenever she needs him, he’s always out of reach. She’s tired of this set up because there’s always a limit for every person.

Zaira grabbed her files, as she hurriedly left her flat. Even though she wants to take a bath to remove the stench of the booze she drank last night, she still didn't consider it especially when her douche boyfriend was there. As she walks on the street, she reminisced about the dream she had about Belle. Her only friend, her salvation, her alter ego. Since that incident she always sees Belle in every mirror she sees. It’s like Belle has been following her all her life. At first she feels secured knowing she’s not alone but it changed when a sudden unfortunate event changed her life. Spring break is already over and classes starts again. An eighteen year old Zaira greeted her best friend. “Sup gal! I haven’t seen you around this spring.” Annie, the campus crush just ignored and walk towards the lobby. Zaira didn't even know why Annie is being cold to her when before, they were so close they can even call themselves as sisters. She looked in a car’s pane to see Belle and it just smiled at her. ‘Maybe she’s just busy, that’s all.’ She can’t tell anybody about Belle, no one has to know about her. Zaira’s typical high school life ended when all of a sudden everything seems different to her. The gazes she gets on every student as she walks down the hall, and even in her first subject. Everything is quite not right. What is happening? The ring bells for the lunch break. When the room is clear, she asked Annie what’s going on. “I’m not falling for that again, bitch” Zaira is confused. “What are you talking about Annie? You never bothered to call or talk to me this spring brea-” Annie cut her off. “Stop that shit Zaira, you already know what’s up. You already said so yourself.” Annie looked at her in disgust. “And yes, we are just using you. So will you please stop harassing us?” Zaira staggered back, completely baffled she stared at her, so called friend, and whispered. “But, it’s not me. I thought we were friends? You are my best friend right?” Annie crossed her arms in front of her walking slowly towards Zaira as if she’s taunting her. “Get this straight in your head, dimwit. The first time you harassed me, I thought you were just upset after you over heard us laughing behind your back. But this? It’s too much, freak-show. I suggest you to leave me alone.” After Annie said those harsh words, she left Zaira whose tears are falling down. She doesn't have the strength to continue the next class session, she went home and hid herself in a closet. Holding her doll Yssabella, she cried and cried. “What happened? I don’t like this.” She called out to her most trusted friend. “Belle, are you there?” Thankful, her family is out and no one hears her. “I am always here for you Zai.” She hears Belle’s voice as if it was her own. She hugged Yssabella tighter, wishing someone or Belle could touch her like this. She wanted to be hugged, wanted to be loved, wanted to belong to a world that will never use or ridicule her. “Sleep now, and feel at peace my love. Everything will be alright when you wake up.” It’s hard not to give in to sleep when her eyes have been tired from crying. The next day she woke up on her bed. Feeling refreshed, and nothing to worry about. She went downstairs to get some breakfast. “Good morning Mrs. Cortes, we’re looking for your daughter Zaira Cortes.” Her mother is confused. “What seems to be the problem Sir?” The officer showed a document and talked to her. Zaira can’t hear them anymore, she’s curious as well but she feels she’s got nothing to worry about. Her gut feel was right, because as soon as the two adults discussed something she didn't understand, the officer looked at her and just left. “What was that?” Zaira gets a glass and filled it with an apple juice. Her mother, closed the door. “The officer asked where you were last night. They think you had something to do with Annie.” Zaira cocked her head. “Why? What happened to Annie?” Her mother looked at her. “Don’t worry about her, the officer said she ran away from home and can’t find her. I told him you were here with us. Watching TV and eating popcorn.” Surprised to the fact that she just slept all day up to night ever since she got home, Zaira dropped her drink. The floor was filled with the juice and shards of the broken glass, then she remembered something. “Please I beg you Zaira! We’re best friends right? You will never do this to me right?” A bloodied Annie crawled on her feet. “You were never a friend to me, you can keep all your misery.” Her mom’s angry words brought her back from her thoughts. “What was that for? You know how important my glasses are!! Just go and fix yourself up! And you better not skip school again you hear me?!” Her flash back stopped when she stood in front of a jewelry store. Eying the window pain, she saw a nice ring. ‘You know that’s never going to happen’ She looked at her own reflection or rather, Belle who’s looking back at her. She turned her gaze on the ring again, and just left.

Ooookay... This one is a lil bit echii I almost became a tomato after writing something like this. I'm not a perv! I just got a wild imagination >===< ================================================================================================================= Being a researcher in a local newspaper can be exhausting, especially for a woman who’s got a lot of things inside her head. Returning to her home, Zaira became weary and wants to sleep fast. She opened the door to her apartment, and immediately went into the kitchen to grab a drink. “What are you saying? Of course I love you baby. There’s nothing in this world that can separate me from you.” In hearing Brian’s voice, she quietly looked at him in the bedroom. “It’s not Bitch Personality Disorder baby, it’s Dissociative Identity Disorder. You’re the one who has bitch personality disorder.” He chuckled on his phone not knowing Zaira is just behind him. “Technically, she’s just a crazy nutcracker who got all her emotions tangled up together and produced another personality.” Zaira’s eyes got teary once more. She knows her boyfriend has been cheating on her and she’s okay with it, but the fact that he told such things to a stranger and said that she’s crazy is more than enough for her to feel broken once again. She feels hazy, she closed her eyes and wished she’s just dreaming. Not a moment later, Brian finally noticed her on the door. “Call you later, bye” He hanged up the phone and turned to Zaira. “Hey baby, you've been here for a long time?” Zaira opened her eyes, the light in her brown orbs are not the usual light in her eyes. She is not Zaira, she is Belle but Brian hasn't noticed it. “I just came home boo, who were you talking to?” Belle smiled as if she was the sweetest thing this guy had ever tasted. “Just my boss, she’s very demanding with my work. I wish she just let me have fun and do my thing in my free time. Brian walked towards her and gave Zaira or rather Belle, a seducing kiss. Belle kissed back and it gave the guy hots for her more when she did it with tongue. It’s too much for Brian to not moan with the sensation of her kiss, so he broke free and starts to undress in front of her. “Too much heat to handle?” Belle laughed. “You know you always turn me on when you tease me.” He winked at her, while he tries to remove his pants. “Is that so? Then what if we turn up things on a different level?” His boner got the best of him. She knows him too well, when he’s frisky and all the kinks he’s into. “Just behave and let me take all the stress your boss gives you.” She pushed him down into the bed. Belle has done a good job on seducing him. She crawled and sat on top of his stomach. She feels the bulge on his crotch under her skinny jeans. He wanted her so bad, but did she also want him? She devoured him then licked his cheeks up to his ear. “I’ll go fetch something in the kitchen, it’s your favorite.” She gets off of him after she whispered in his ear and went to the kitchen. Brian groaned when Zaira left him though he thought she’ll just get some honey and some kind of lasso to tie him on the bedpost but no. This is something he didn't expected and never will.

Okay folks! This is the last part! I can also add other chapters but I think I would love to end it in tragedy :3 Any suggestions on how to make it better or violent reactions? I could listen or read any of your commentaries so just shoot ^_^; ================================================================================================================= Waking up with her doll Yssabella in her arms, Zaira feels refreshed. As if she has fulfilled something, and the pleasure of attaining it made her at ease. She knows this feeling before, she knows it too well that she’s afraid of knowing why she feels this way. Sluggishly, she turned around to get a better look on her place. Strange, she thought she slept on her bed and not on the sofa. That’s when it hit her, she remembered what happened before she passed out. “What are you saying? Of course I love you baby. There’s nothing in this world that can separate me from you.” The voice of her boyfriend rang in her head as she put down her precious doll and hurriedly went towards the bedroom. Her knees gave way on the horrible sight she witnessed. It was Brian, with his arms tied on both opposite sides of the bed. His chest looks like he’s been stab a lot of times. The worst of all, if ever any guy sees what happened to the lower part of this man’s body, they would all probably be scared and run with their tails behind their feet. “Brian?” Shaking, she moved closer. She can't believe this happened to him, to her, to them. She truly did love this man in spite of all the bad things he caused her. The sense of guilt, freedom, sadness, and relief filled her as if she didn't know what to feel in this moment. “Why?” Finally, her tears fell. She’s crying not because she’s sad, also not because she’s happy she’s finally free, but she cries because of her anger towards herself and her other self. “Why do you even have to ask why?” Zaira looked towards the mirror, she sees herself sitting beside the corpse of her beloved. “You always knew it, but you refuse to take it.” She looked back on the bed and there she finally saw Belle, in the flesh. No longer a reflection, but a real life person. She staggered back, not really sure what she feels she went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. She holds her precious Yssabella once more. "Should you be grateful? I rescued you! I rescued us from shame!" She was stunned by the word rescued but then she answered back. "Why? Do you even have to kill him?" She tried to look back into the bedroom to see Belle but she’s not there. Instead, she saw her in the reflection of the TV. "Oh, I didn't kill him. You did" Slowly, she looked down on her hands. Shaking, she saw it was filled with her lover's blood. “No, no, no… This is not happening… This is not real! You! You’re just a product of my imagination! Please be gone!!! Please…” This is all she can do, she embraced her doll once more and cries, even though she wants to do more. She became tired and wants to sleep again, but it took a lot of her to give in. “Don’t say that Zai. You know that I love you, I adore you, and I want to be with you.” Zaira became scared, this is not the Belle she’s with for all these years. It is a demon she kept for a very long time and wants her to be her alone. “That is what you want to hear right?” She stopped sobbing, she waited for Belle to say something again. In an instant, her fears became her anger, she was being played. Played by her own self for a very long time. “But that’s not it… I WANT TO BE YOU” She's more angry than scared. Angry because her other self tries to steal everything from her, she threw a nearby vase into the reflection of the TV. But then she still hears her other self. "You think you can escape me? I promised you a long time ago. I will never leave you. YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE"