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Jonathan John woke up on the 17th of July at about 10am. He'd been out all night, sneaking through bushes and back gardens to catch a glimpse, but he had no luck. He got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans. He walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face. He made his way downstairs after putting on a very large jumper. He put his black coat and black jeans into the washing basket like he did every morning after he had been out the night before. His black cap was hung on the banister and his black shoes were by the door, in their usual spot.John checked his phone to see he had "13 missed calls". He sighed as he saw they were all from Laura. He knew that it was Andy's birthday, but was so tired. Staying up all night had it's downfalls. John went into the kitchen and poured some cereal into a bowl. There was no milk so he sprinkled some sugar on it and ate it dry. He went over to his backpack and took out his camera. No shots last night he thought, looking through his saved pictures. Most were of women sitting on their beds or walking around their rooms. Some were of them getting undressed and there were even some naked pictures. It was clear that John had taken them from the outside as in most there was a frame of bricks around the window. John sighed. He hated it. Hated it so much. He knew that it was a wrong, vile thing to do, but his obbsession overcame him. There was no escaping it. In the morning he would feel so guilty at what he was doing, told himself that he would never do it again. In the evening though, it was as if something had taken over him. An obsession. A nagging voice in his head. He couldn't control it. If he got caught he knew that it would be the end for him and that he'd be going down. He was only 19, jail was a scary prospect for John. But nothing he thought or did could stop him from doing it. It all started when he was 16. He'd only gone into his back garden to read a book, when there she was, his beautiful next door neighbour fully naked in her bedroom. He couldn't resist. From there, his obsessioni grew into something ugly. Something that he couldn't tell anyone about. It was his secret life that only he would know about. He'd be a normal every day person in front of everyone else, but at night he'd change. He'd become a monster. John couldn't bare to look through the pictures any more. They disgusted him. He chucked his camera back into his backpack and left the house in a hurry. He knew he'd be a little bit late but he didn't mind. It was only Andy. More later Last edited by Lewis.; 21-07-2010 at 03:22 PM. |
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The others tomorrow - then we start on the rest of the story
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Andy seems to be this forgotton character who nobody gives a **** about :|
My heart bleeds for him.
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Last edited by Braden; 23-07-2010 at 07:58 PM. |
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Quote:
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![]() "She was left for dead on the sands of Tatooine, as was I. But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched." |
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Yeah...but it's obvious by what i've read all the characters couldn't give two ****s about you :/
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They are all Jealous of me, that is why one of them killed me to get all my money
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![]() "She was left for dead on the sands of Tatooine, as was I. But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched." |
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Trust me to be the perv.
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Oh, people are reading
Got a day off of work tomorrow so shall carry on then. I'm going to drag it out, simply because it takes time to write something good and I don't want to write crap
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