the_face_of_jason
03-09-2009, 03:10 AM
CHARLIE AND CRAIG
CHAPTER 1
Charlie was you’re average kind of man, well spoken, honest and hard-working, with a deep passion for classical music, he himself played many instruments, the piano, an oak varnished violin given to him by his late wife on his 30th birthday and mainly influenced by the rolling stones he bought an accuostic guitar ,at the age of 12, thinking someday he would have a number one hit. Charlie was a well built man, with a height of 6’2 he seemed to tower over many people, with some finding it intimidating, his eyes were a lightly shaded brown, which drew many compliments from the ladies, and hair, that from a distance didn’t seem to exist, but up close you could clearly see the short cut jet black hair, protruding through his white scalp, a narrow jaw line, which made Charlie look as if he hadn’t eating in days.
‘ Ah come on, open, open for papa, come on’ Charlie rambled desperately as he twisted and turned the key in the old wooden door, frantically trying to unlock it.
‘result’ he shouted as the door gave off a discreet clicking noise and swung open to reveal a small, yet homely looking one bed roomed apprtment, situated on the lower side of Manhattan. Charlie flung his keys on a small glass table, positioned against a wall to the right of the now opened door.
‘ da da di dooo la di do’ Charlie mumbled to himself as he approached a small glass window on the far end of the room, he stared seemingly through it at the world outside. It was now 5.14pm and Charlie had finished his 12hour shift at the leather factory, which was a 2 hour drive each day, but Charlie didn’t mind that, as he found driving to be quite theroputic. After a few moments staring out of the window, Charlie strolled across to his bathroom door, switching on the light before opening the door, which was already half way open, he walked inside and and glanced at himself in the small mirror above the grainy white sink.
‘NO’ ‘NO’ he began to shout, almost in a fit of panic, he shut his eyes for a moment and gripped the sink firmly.
‘PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE’ he continued to shout, still gripping to the sink on either side, he then reached for a drawer located just under the sink, the door which was missing, as if it was torn off in a fit of rage in the past, he reached into the drawer and with his hands frantically shaking he took out a small plastic container, opened the lit and tilted the open side onto the palm of his right hand, but nothing was coming out, he began to shake violently
‘ OH GOD, PLEASE NO, NOT AGAIN’ he shouted almost in a desperate plea, his head down facing the sink, the shaking stopped, his hands now steady, and the blood which had rushed to head, seemed to fade away, revealing once again the pale skin on his face. He looked into the mirror again, but this time staring back at him, was a slightly older man, with shoulder length blonde hair, and eyes as blue as a sunny day, the face slightly more chubbier, but it was still Charlie looking in the mirror, the man in the mirror began to give a cheeky grin.
Charlie began to speak, but in a slightly deeper voice and to himself
‘miss me, dear old buddy’ he said before faintly giggling under his breath’
‘NO , NO GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE, I HATE YOU’ Charlie then replied to himself in some distress
‘ tut tut , I am disappointed in you Charlie, you tried to make me go away by taking those evil evil pills, you should know better, Diana would be so disappointed in you’ he then said in that dark deeper voice
SHUT UP CRAIG, SHUT UP, YUO MADE ME DO IT, YOU MADE ME……THEY WHERE ONLY KIDS CRAIG, KIDS GOD DAMMIT’ Charlie then said as a tear rolled slowly from his eye to the top of his quivering lips..
Silence crept in, as Charlie let go of his grip on the sink and fell to his knees, with more tears falling faster and with more meaning, Charlie rolled over and curled up into a ball, eyes closed shut and sobbing on the bathroom floor
[p.s my first ever story...criticism welcome..]
CHAPTER 1
Charlie was you’re average kind of man, well spoken, honest and hard-working, with a deep passion for classical music, he himself played many instruments, the piano, an oak varnished violin given to him by his late wife on his 30th birthday and mainly influenced by the rolling stones he bought an accuostic guitar ,at the age of 12, thinking someday he would have a number one hit. Charlie was a well built man, with a height of 6’2 he seemed to tower over many people, with some finding it intimidating, his eyes were a lightly shaded brown, which drew many compliments from the ladies, and hair, that from a distance didn’t seem to exist, but up close you could clearly see the short cut jet black hair, protruding through his white scalp, a narrow jaw line, which made Charlie look as if he hadn’t eating in days.
‘ Ah come on, open, open for papa, come on’ Charlie rambled desperately as he twisted and turned the key in the old wooden door, frantically trying to unlock it.
‘result’ he shouted as the door gave off a discreet clicking noise and swung open to reveal a small, yet homely looking one bed roomed apprtment, situated on the lower side of Manhattan. Charlie flung his keys on a small glass table, positioned against a wall to the right of the now opened door.
‘ da da di dooo la di do’ Charlie mumbled to himself as he approached a small glass window on the far end of the room, he stared seemingly through it at the world outside. It was now 5.14pm and Charlie had finished his 12hour shift at the leather factory, which was a 2 hour drive each day, but Charlie didn’t mind that, as he found driving to be quite theroputic. After a few moments staring out of the window, Charlie strolled across to his bathroom door, switching on the light before opening the door, which was already half way open, he walked inside and and glanced at himself in the small mirror above the grainy white sink.
‘NO’ ‘NO’ he began to shout, almost in a fit of panic, he shut his eyes for a moment and gripped the sink firmly.
‘PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE’ he continued to shout, still gripping to the sink on either side, he then reached for a drawer located just under the sink, the door which was missing, as if it was torn off in a fit of rage in the past, he reached into the drawer and with his hands frantically shaking he took out a small plastic container, opened the lit and tilted the open side onto the palm of his right hand, but nothing was coming out, he began to shake violently
‘ OH GOD, PLEASE NO, NOT AGAIN’ he shouted almost in a desperate plea, his head down facing the sink, the shaking stopped, his hands now steady, and the blood which had rushed to head, seemed to fade away, revealing once again the pale skin on his face. He looked into the mirror again, but this time staring back at him, was a slightly older man, with shoulder length blonde hair, and eyes as blue as a sunny day, the face slightly more chubbier, but it was still Charlie looking in the mirror, the man in the mirror began to give a cheeky grin.
Charlie began to speak, but in a slightly deeper voice and to himself
‘miss me, dear old buddy’ he said before faintly giggling under his breath’
‘NO , NO GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE, I HATE YOU’ Charlie then replied to himself in some distress
‘ tut tut , I am disappointed in you Charlie, you tried to make me go away by taking those evil evil pills, you should know better, Diana would be so disappointed in you’ he then said in that dark deeper voice
SHUT UP CRAIG, SHUT UP, YUO MADE ME DO IT, YOU MADE ME……THEY WHERE ONLY KIDS CRAIG, KIDS GOD DAMMIT’ Charlie then said as a tear rolled slowly from his eye to the top of his quivering lips..
Silence crept in, as Charlie let go of his grip on the sink and fell to his knees, with more tears falling faster and with more meaning, Charlie rolled over and curled up into a ball, eyes closed shut and sobbing on the bathroom floor
[p.s my first ever story...criticism welcome..]