My Imaginary Life 09
Shah runs over to Jo and helps her walk back to his apartment. He slowly sits her down on one of his dining chairs and then steps into the kitchen quickly and returns with a brown paper bag.
Shah: Here, breathe into this. Deep breaths.
Jo, still having difficulty breathing, takes the bag and does as Shah says. Shah stands over her and rubs her back gently. After a minute or so, she calms down and her breathing returns to normal.
Shah: All better?
Jo nods her head. Shah pulls out another dining chair and takes a seat next to Jo at the table. There are candles all around the room, their flames dancing about. The room is dim, but not dark.
Shah: Sorry I shouted.
Jo: No.. it’s okay. It wasn’t that. It’s the dark.
Shah: Huh?
Jo smiles and begins to blush.
Jo: It’s kinda embarrassing I guess. Since I was young, I’ve had this terrible fear of the dark.
Shah: You’ve just heard one too many ghost stories and watched one too many horror movies.
Jo: No! It’s not about ghosts or monsters or anything like that. I just feel like… the darkness… it’s like eating away at a part of me… my spirit or soul… I can’t really describe it. But the… the emptiness of it… it’s as if it’s making me forget all my happiness… it’s suffocating.
Shah watches and listens silently as Jo pours her heart out. She doesn’t look at Shah.
Jo: It’s not the same as just closing my eyes or even going blind. Just the feeling that everything is being taken away from me… being swallowed up by the darkness, things that normally make me smile or even cry… like all my emotions are being stripped away until I’m left with nothing… I just can’t take it…
Jo looks up to see Shah looking at her curiously.
Jo: You must think I’m crazy.
Shah: Not at all. I’m thinking what’s under that robe.
Jo’s face goes completely red and she pulls her robe tighter around her, bunching up the fabric at the neck to cover up as much as possible.
Jo: What?!
Shah laughs.
Shah: I’m kidding… just kidding…
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Az November 29th, 2005 at 9:51:31 am
What’s with all the name calling, people?
“Jo’s a spaz”, “Shah’s a slut”.
Also winda, what makes shah a slut?