cassie-1-2-3's Entry 2011 

I apologize if this page freezes your browser. I don't know if it's just my computer or not. It has something to do with an unresponsive javascript.

OH MY GOD!!MY BROWSER FROZE AND MY COMPUTER CRASHED AND SET FIRE TO MY WHOLE APARTMENT AND I'M NOW HOMELESS BECAUSE OF YOUR BROKEN LINK,YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?????






Nah,I'm kidding,it works fine for me

Oh,and it's awesome!

Lol, thank you.

Works fine for me too, but is it finished?

Oh damn, the text scrolls. My bad, i missed the giant "SCROLL" on the side

Silly boy.

Amazing! I just wish it wasn't a short story, I wanna know what happens! You have some real talent!

Thank you!

o.O That's the most elaborate feedback I've gotten yet.
Thank you.

Awwwwe Glogster doesn't work on my iPod :/ and I really wanted to read it ;...(

Aw, sorry.
I'll paste the text, if you're interested



"Hey, this is Andrew. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave your –"
CLICK

What a joke. He’s not sorry at all. He loves this. It’s all just another part of his sick and twisted game. Well, I’m not going to be a part of it anymore. I want to quit now before I lose, if I haven’t lost already. It’s difficult to tell right now. Here I am, standing on the corner of 1st street and Amistad, alone under the dimly lit streetlamp, while at this very moment, my Andy finds himself warm in his house with someone else in his arms. My arms. I look down at the permanent marker in my left hand, and then the iPod in my right as the music starts to play,

I found God at the corner of first and Amistad,
Where the West was all but won.

I can’t help but visit past memories of the last time I found myself standing in this exact same spot.
“I love you, dear. I love you more than anything and I’ll love you forever. That is a promise.”
“I know, Andy,” I sobbed. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you. You’re so much better than that. Sometimes, I think you’re too good for me.”
I remember him bringing his finger undermy face and lifting my chin so our eyes could meet. “Please, dear, don’t ever say that again. I used to feel the same way about you, but you made me realize that there’s nothing wrong with me and I am good enough for this world, and now, it’s my turn to do the same for you.”
“Oh, Andy,” I cried as he pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you so much for just being you. Thank you for being here with me. I love you so much.”
“Any time, darling. I’ll always be here for you, and if, for any reason, I’m not there, just come and find me. I will never be too busy to help you out. I promise.”

• • •
“OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE I BUST IT DOWN MYSELF!” shouted the crazy drunken man, along with other obscenities. Out of breath from dodging flying lamps and heavy palms, I pressed all my weight against the locked bedroom door. The pounding coming from the other side seemed to rattle through my bones and punch right through my heart. All this as a result of my nervous hands chipping a plate while doing the dishes? As I heard the bore rattling crack from the door behind me, I jumped up and ran over to the window. As I fumbled to get it open, I thought about Andy telling me only hours ago that I could count on him to help me whenever I needed it. I needed it that very moment. I managed to get the window open just as the door violently swung open on its hinges. I jumped from the second story window onto the tree branch about three yards away, scraping my knee on the window sill along the way. I caught onto the tree branch but my hands slipped off immediately afterward. My shirt sleeve got caught on a passing branch as I fell to the ground, tearing the fabric from the elbow to my shoulder. I hit the ground with a thud, leaving definite bruises. I lifted myself and ran as fast as my aching body would allow.
As I emerged from the other side of the park located between mine and Andy’s house, I froze. I saw him standing there with the same girl I saw him embracing earlier that afternoon in this very park, but this time, they were doing much more than hugging. His arms were wrapped snugly around her waist with hers doing the same to him. He leaned in for a slow and passionate kiss. I let out a tearful shriek and they both looked my way. Andy looked like a deer caught in the headlights; a more frightened, less devastated version of my own expression. The girl he was with looked disgusted. It could have been my current state, dressed in raggedy, bloody clothes, or she knew who I was and didn’t feel like meeting me. I later found out it was my first thought. They both turned away and swiftly started down the sidewalk.
“Andy, wait!” I cried after him. They quickened their pace as I stumbled over a stone and feel to my sore knees. “I need your help.”

• • •

Over the next few days, I tried calling Andy. I just wanted to talk to him, but every single time all I got was “Hey, this is Andrew. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you “ If I keep calling, he has to answer eventually” I thought to myself. I needed him. If not as a boyfriend, then just as a friend. He promised he’d always be there no matter what. He promised me love, life, and forever.
“Andy?” I finally said after listening to his voicemail message for the umpteenth time. “I just want to know what happened. You don’t have to love me, I guess, if you don’t want to. You were the best friend I’ve ever had, Andy, and I need you back.”
“Andy, please talk to me. I don’t know what I did. Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I would love to talk to you. It would put my mind at ease. Please, just talk to me.”
After several more pathetic voicemails, some more desperate than others, I finally gave up. Andy, my best friend and one true love, will never talk to me again, and I have no idea why. This afternoon, I had made my decision to not play his games anymore. I dialed his number, just in case he mairaculously decided to answer. Of course, he didn’t. He doesn’t want to hear from me ever again. His love was nothing but a lie. Everything he ever said to me was a lie. He lied to me when he said I was special to him, he lied when he said I was beautiful, he lied about enjoying time with me, and he lied when he said he was grateful to the Heavens for making my existence possible…
Now, I’m standing here at the street corner, in the middle of the night, under this dimly lit street lamp. I don’t ever want to see his face again, but I can’t help but hope and pray he’ll appear around the corner and find me before it’s too late. I set my iPod to repeat and lower myself to the ground. I pull the cap off the permanent marker with my teeth and write, “Where were you when everything was falling apart?” across my right arm; and across my left, I write “All I needed was a call.” I rest my head against the cool cement and close my eyes, waiting for the sleeping pills I took earlier to put me in the deepest sleep anyone will ever experience. As I feel my eyelids growing heavy and my body sink into the sidewalk below me, I muster up the last of my energy to open my eyes, pick up the marker again, and write across the palm of my hand, “In Case You Find Me”.
Finally, I give in to the resistance and stare blankly into the darkness. A sneaker steps into my line of vision, blocking my view of what’s to come. With my iPod still repeating The Fray, I feel a palm rest against the side of my face.

Why’d you have to wait,
To find me
To find me…







It doesn't have the same effect without the picture and the music, but there you go.

very pretty story!

hey i love this it is fun