A girl with a problem? I wonder if that’s how I should describe the excerpt I shared with you last week.
We all have problems, right? Just some of us have heavier crosses to bear than others and we sometimes loose perspective on what really matters to ourselves and quite frankly to those around us.
What of the boy, Brendan? Are you wondering what he thinks of all this? I knew you would be which is why I’ve transcribed an entry (ever so slightly redacted) from Brendan’s journal dated shortly after Shelly’s letter:
Journal Entry – May 4th
So, I’ve been dating Shelly for a while now, and I think she may be, I don’t know; not normal. I don’t know how else to explain it, there’s something going on with her and I just can’t put my finger on it. I thought at first she runs hot and cold but now that we’ve been seeing each other steady, I know it’s something else. This whole thing may sound a little far-fetched, but some of the little coincidences just point in a strange direction and I don’t have any trouble coming up with theoretical answers to my own questions. I guess that’s just the writer in me and Lord knows I love to write about paranormal stuff so maybe it’s just me being a creep.
First, there was the incident at school with that weird facial hair, that we all pretended not to notice, but we did. That was a bit freaky. Then, there are all the times she’s broken our dates because her mom won’t let her go out on the nights when there’s a full moon. Took me a while to figure that one out but she always has an excuse and it involves her mother. I don’t know if that’s true or something she made up but why always on a full moon? If she was Goth or maybe even Emo I could see it but that isn’t Shelly.
She gets a little weird sometimes. One night when we were out on a date, I swear she barked at a dog running across the road. After she did it, we both just looked at each other like “WTF?” and then pretended it was just a funny joke. Then, there was another night when she chased a cat for two blocks through the neighborhood. Hell if I could catch up with her and when I did, she stuttered to come up with an answer. She said the cat looked like her old pet that ran away. I never said this to her, but I was thinking that if I was a cat, I’d run away from someone chasing me too. I mean, I thought she wanted to eat the damn thing, not catch it, lol.
Part of me is scared of her. Partly because she’s totally awesome and if I just ask her what’s going on she might get upset. I don’t want her to dump me because she thinks I’m being too critical or prying. I mean, I really do like her, but secrets are a bad thing in relationships. What happens when we go all the way? Is it going to get worse? I don’t want to be thrown out at 2:00 am bare ass naked with my clothes in my arms.
Maybe I will just sit her down tomorrow and say “Look, I know there’s something going on, and I’m ok with it, whatever it is” Hopefully it will bring us closer. To be honest, I actually think her quirkiness is kind of hot. Wow, reading that back after I wrote it sounds so… strange and perverted. Anyway, what am I to do? Just give up on her? I can’t see myself doing that.
If this is my last journal entry then you’ll know she either broke my heart and I died from grief or she buried me in the woods. Now look at who’s being Emo!