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Wildest Dreams |Chapter 6: Not again!!

Sat, 07 Sep 2024 23:56:14 +0000

Joel's View

Man, why the heck did I do that again? As I was falling, I was deliriously thinking, "Don't try this at home, kids!". I'll tell you why.

1. There's a 90-10% chance your gonna die.

2.Its stupid.

3.Its dumb.

4.Its idiotic.

5. Its painful.

6.It makes your boyfriend go ballistic.

Eric started screaming his head off and crying even louder and I heard Skye saying something about assassinating my face. Their conversation went something like:

"If that dummy gets himself killed I'm going to murder him."

"H-How are you gonna murder someone who's already dead?"

"Oh-ho-ho, believe me, I'll find a way. Let's go!"

When I hit the ground, I thought for sure I'd broken something. I groaned really loudly but got up anyway. Limping, I ran to the nearby woods.

I shuddered when I remembered how Lilith had locked me in her closet for days, without food or water, without light, after she stole me from my own house.

But that wasn't the bad part.

The worst part was her TERRIBLE FASHION SENSE!!! Hideous maroon and brown striped dresses with matching socks. Red and white shirts with diamonds glued on them. Black shoes with holes drilled into them for toe holes. I almost fainted. Her perfume was even worse. Think earwax. A la rosemary. I might be alone in these hugemongous woods, but at least Genaro's clothes won't be smothering me. I saw a few.. Uh, garments that traumatized me for life. I'm gonna need intensive therapy...

I almost cried when I pictured Eric's hurt expression when I let go of his warm hand on May 23. When he laid down on top of me, soaking my tattered shirt with his tears. When he told me he hated me so much but then hugged me tighter.

I hope that Skye and Eric figured out the message I left on the rug. If I didn't come back from Lilith Genaro's house, they'd have something to remember me by. Now that I've been thinking, maybe attempting to kill myself wasn't very wise-guyish of me. Sure, I was/am depressed as all get out. Sure, I had/have no will to even live. But I can't stop picturing Eric's face. He was/is angry, sad, hopeless and I'm sure disappointed in me. And Skye. Man, oh man. How am I gonna face her wrath? She loves me and Eric so much and I'm sure when I find her again, the first thing she's gonna do is slap my face. Really hard. She might knock out my teeth...

I convince myself that I will live, for my friends, lover, and family. I feel really bad that I made my family, my whole world, think I was dead. I thought I would've died. I guess I should go back a little. Go back to May 23.

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I had called Eric and told him to come to my house ASAP. Today was the day. My life would end. I'd finally find peace. I couldn't wait any longer, so I wrote a small note and put it into my pocket. I went out of the window, and hung there. I thought I'd wait until I could say goodbye, then I would let go. When he came, he screamed and immediately ran to me and grabbed my hands. He screamed at me, asking what I was doing. I simply said, "I wanted to live my last minutes with my boyfriend." Uh oh. Not a good thing to say. He raged at me and I almost started crying but I bit my lip and smiled instead. Now he was looking at me like I was a maniac. Which I might have looked like one. I kissed his brown cheek and let go.

I don't know why I wasn't screaming. I was just crying. Not only because of physical pain, which was agonizing, but also because of emotional pain. The tree branches kept scratching and clawing at me, and I could see my blood on their sticks. Speaking of blood, I had lots of it all over me. When I hit the ground, I closed my eyes. Eric ran down and put different shaped bandages and cleaned my wounds. I felt like I couldn't open my eyes, so I didn't. I could hear his heart beating so hard and his breathing fast. He was terrified. He picked me up and I put my arm around his neck. I was in a lot of pain, more pain than I'd ever felt. He set me down on the sofa and called my dad. He hung up after a brief call. I was surprised I was alive, but I felt my life slipping away. In my delirious state, I reached up and tried to grab my life back. I regretted attempting suicide. Kind of.

Eric was seething and bawling, never a good mix. I could tell he wanted to hit me or do anything that might harm me, but he fought the temptation and just cussed me out. In both Spanish and English. But I'm sure you know all this. So lets fast-forward to when I got kidnapped.

I had just...fallen. My legs gave out and I got knocked out. But before I fell unconscious, I saw everyone running in different directions to get things to help me. I also saw Lilith. She had literally appeared out of nowhere. She grabbed me from behind and dragged me away. I was too weak to fight, or think about why my old teacher had just spawned. I threw the sticky note onto the rug as she pulled me out the front door. I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was locked in her closet. I banged on the door, screamed, kicked, and went crazy. She ignored me. I know she had some kind of plan to bring Marléne back, and it had to do with me..

I shake my thoughts away so I could focus on where I am. Its getting dark and cold. I run deeper into the forest. I hear a voice behind me, so I jump. "Hello, Joel." AHH! IT KNOWS MY NAME! I look behind me and I see this girl with a long and ratty black dress. And beautiful eyes. Looking at her made me dizzy 'cause she's so pretty. I say something dumb, like "huh wha- oop" and she stares at me. She looks younger than me, maybe 12 and a half. And she looks suspiciously like..

"My name is Marléne."

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I CAME UP WITH A CUTE NAME FOR MY FANS OF MY STORY

WILD DREAMERS!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-

Stay tuned for the next chapter (which I haven't even written yet-)

~Eva~

Wildest Dreams|Chapter 5: Secrets

Tue, 03 Sep 2024 19:14:40 +0000

Guys, this chapter is my favorite one so far! I've been working on the 6th one and I think I'm gonna go up to about 10 or 15 chapters, idk.

Skye's View

One day, we decide to go to our suspect's house. Amber's missing out cause she's going out.. Somewhere? I hesitantly ring Mrs. Genaro's doorbell. I hear and see nothing. Eric looks at me, then at the window. Lets go in, he mouths to me. Are you insane? We can't just waltz into her house! We'll go to jail, I mouth back. He rolls his eyes and tries to pull the window up. It's locked. He sighs and pulls out a hammer. Before I can say, "NOOO ERIC WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU THINKING YOU PSYCHOPATH WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS DON'T GO DOWN THE PATH OF A JUVENILE DELINQUINT WE STILL HAVE OUR WHOLE LIVES AHEAD OF US WHAT ABOUT HAVARD?? WE'LL JUST BE STUCK IN PRISON FOR ALL OF FREAKING ENTERNITY INSTEAD OF LEARNING HOW TO BE DOCTORS!!!!" he hits the glass and goes in. I curse quite audibly and follow him in. I gasp when I see how sad the house is. Even sadder than Joel's house.

It's a nice place, but it's just incredibly hollow. The white walls don't even have tan tapestries for splashes of color. The brown rug is rough and scratches my bare feet. On the wooden side table lies an ashtray. A lonely glass of yellowish liquid sits by itself on the bookshelf that only has a few books. When I walk off of the rug, I jump when I feel the cold linoleum tiles. "Jeez. This place is depressing," Eric murmurs. The only decor I see is a little bowl with cute foam fruits in them. "No kidding." I pick up an apple and chuckle when I see that some idiot tried to eat it. I set the red fruit down and follow Eric upstairs. Dare I say the second floor was even more melancholy than the main floor??

I walk through the dark hallway, looking into the mostly empty rooms, when I pass by a really cool bedroom. I step in. WOW!! Its a room every gamer would be in love with. The bed has fluffy black and white striped blankets on it, and the walls are a deep blue speckled with stars. I see pictures of video game characters, pop singers, anime shows and many more posters on the pretty walls. "WOAH! ERIC, YOU GOTTA SEE HOW COOL THIS ROOM IS!" He walks in and gasps. He stares at the monitors and VR headsets and a bunch of other awesome things that clutter the desk. "I know who's room this is. Marléne's room." I cringe. Marléne? I've heard some pretty weird names but this one is really strange.

"Her......"

"Daughter. Yeah, it's a pretty odd name. She was obsessed with video games."

"W-was?"

"She died in a car crash 2 years ago, how did you not know?"

I suddenly remembered Marléne Ravin Genaro, the girl with the short black and blonde hair and the most pretty eyes I ever saw. They were green, but if you looked closer, grey. Look way into them and you saw hints of blue, brown, and hazel. She was so cute and friendly but we hardly talked.

Just said hello when we passed each other in the hallways.

How could I forget her? We even had a memorial for her at school. After she died, rumors surfaced that her own mom murdered her. Maybe it was because Lilith Genaro was drunk driving while picking Marléne up from school. Lilith came back from the hospital unscathed and she wasn't even very sad when her daughter didn't make it.

At least, she seemed like she didn't care. At the same time, we didn't think Joel was hurting. Now that I found out that I was basically chilling in a ghost girl's room, I ran out as fast as I could. Eric looked at me strangely and casually walked into Lilith's room.

We both froze when we heard screaming coming from her closet. Even in my terrified state, I ran towards the piercing shriek I heard. Her closet was boarded up with a big lock on it. WHY WOULD SHE HEAVILY GUARD HER CLOTHES LIKE THIS?! WAS SHE HOLDING HER SHIRTS CAPTIVE, AND THATS WHY THEY WERE SCREAMING??!?!? Eric started fumbling with a bobby pin he stole and the fat lock, while I stood helplessly next to him, trying to still my pounding heart. The cheap pin snapped in half right when Eric almost unlocked the door. We both yelped when we heard a sound like the front door unlocking. "SHE'S HOME," said Eric, whisper-screaming the obvious. I got my phone out of my pocket. "NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR SELFIES!!" He whisper-screamed again, stating the obvious yet again. I took a picture so we had photo evidence to show the police. We were about to run downstairs, but we heard Lilith clomping upstairs. I yelped again and held Eric's hand and yanked him to Marléne's room.

We both dove into her closet and I hear Mrs. Genaro shouting at her phone about a broken window that this guy had to come fix. Eric is shaking so I put my arms around his shoulders. "It's okay, Er, we'll be okay." He started crying pretty loud so I clamp my hand over his mouth. "Do you WANT to get us caught?" I whisper-snap. "I'm sorry, but how would you react if your favorite teacher in 2nd grade just kidnapped your boyfriend and possibly murdered him while you have to be stuck in her dead daughters closet with a melodramatic Korean?" I grumbled and said, "The last part was extremely unnecessary but extremely accurate." He sighed. "This whole month has been-" his voice cracked, even more than usual. Curse you, adolescence. "really hard on me."

"Me too."

I hear yelling voices. My heart soars because one of the voices sounds suspiciously like a certain guy who's been stolen from his death scene.

My heart sinks when I hear his voice suddenly cuts off and I hear Lilith saying, "I'm doing this for your own good, Walker. I'm getting Marléne back, one way... or another." It IS Joel! But he's being threatened by a middle age psychopathic lady. More tears are spilling out of Eric's eyes. "I-I never thought I'd hear...him again." He sobs again, as quietly as he can. "Okay, dude. We can't just sit here crying while Joel is being threatened by a middle age psychopathic lady. We need to help him," I say, wiping my eyes. But the shouts are gone, and Lilith is sounding annoyed. I opened the closet door and saw Joel run through the room to the window. He looked at me with a sad expression then looked at Eric, who was on the floor bawling and being hysterical. When he heard dear Mrs. Genaro following him, he threw himself out the window. Again.

The next chapter is Joel's POV!1!!1!!1!

Also, I feel like I should call my dear fans of WD something... but idk what.

Maybe you guys should come up with a nickname for you guys!

Stay tuned, folks!

I’m working on the cover for Wildest Dreams!!1!1!1!1!1

Mon, 02 Sep 2024 02:02:38 +0000

DISCLAIMER: this is only a teaser not the whole drawing :)

Eric is currently Baldi

*adds ruler and green clothes*

Perfect

I’m debating on whether or not adding Skye (HWAT IVE NEVER TALKED ABOUT SKYE ON MY PHONE AND IT GUESSED HER LAST NAME AAAAA-) to the front art. She is a main character so should I?

Wildest Dreams|Chapter 4: Proof

Mon, 02 Sep 2024 01:00:03 +0000

Skye's POV

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I've always been a happy girl, for the most part. I love art. Expressing myself.

Literally all my inner joy had been vacuumed dry from my body when he died. I felt like someone had thrown away the vacuum bag and left my happiness to rot in a dumpster.

Joel was my best friend. And Erico, of course. They've both been by my side since we were little kids, 3 or 4. We'd been friends for 10 years. I knew the hardships Joel had been through. I went to Tyla Walker's funeral. I cried. I felt Joel's grief. Now, my closest friend had died. Because of himself.

I can't imagine how Eric feels. I was always so close to Joel, but they were closer. WAY closer, if you know what I mean. So the day of his funeral, I put on my long black dress and weave dark purple yarn through my braid. I only wear dark colors when I feel like the world has lost all its light and I can't possibly wear anything beautiful.

Fast forward a few days. I've been wearing dark colors everyday for a week. And now, Eric and I are staring into the pale blue eyes of Joel's oldest sister. She let's us in and we go to the site of the incident. In the living room, on their white fluffy rug. The Walker's house is WAY too white, beige, and grey. Their idea of a splash of color is a tan tapestry. I wish I had my art supplies so I could add ACTUAL splashes of color on their paper white walls. Eric somberly pulls out a bunched up Post-It. He shoves it into my hands, averting his eyes from it. Like he's afraid if he looks at it'll hurt him. "E.R.J. J.B.W. S.E.J....Huh?"

Then I realize. Erico Rio Jimenez. Joel Bryan Walker. Skye Eloise Jeon. I smiled slightly when I see a eenie weeny, teeny tiny little heart with even smaller words scribbled in Joel's messy scrawl. I look closer and almost scream at what I see. There's a bloody fingerprint on the back of the note. I can't even talk, so I show Amber and Eric. Their faces turn pale.

Amber runs to get a resealable plastic bag and gloves for all of us. She pulls on the latex gloves then takes the piece of yellow paper from my hands and places it carefully in the bag. She exhales and says, "This is very important evidence. The police can probably tell if he was..." Her face tells us what she means.

Murdered.

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We frantically search the rug for anymore evidence. "EUREKA!! A RING!" I screech when I find a really pretty wedding ring crusted with amethysts and diamonds. Eric looks at me, then the ring. "Isn't it so gorgeous? I wanna keep it," I gush, but Amber, crushing my hopes and dreams as usual, plucks it from my fingers and places it in a small plastic bag. I grumble but say nothing. So far, we've found the ring, a pebble and a strand of orange and red hair. I suddenly remember my dad's client, She had..

"Oh my god. Lilith Genaro. She has red hair and a ring similar to that one, I think," Eric sputters, obviously shocked. "That can't be right," Amber sighs. I wanted to believe our kind but very sad neighbor was totally innocent. She didn't exactly strike me as the type of woman who'd kidnap young men after a suicide attempt, make everyone think he was dead, make everyone depressed and mopey, and wreak general havoc.

Amber had always looked up to Genaro, considering she was her teacher when Amber was in 8th grade. She still went to her house once in a while. She really liked her. Yet she looks hesitant, unsure if her former teacher and role model could be a crazy murderer or not. So, a few hours later, we're at the police station, going over the evidence with the lead detective, Mr. Lincoln. He told us to come back tomorrow.

When we come back to the house, we go into Joel's room. Eric tenderly touches almost everything, from his pencil case to his jewelry box. I start giggling hysterically when I recall the time when Joel and his best friend snuck out to get their ears pierced.

Like the secret psychic he is, Eric looks at me and says, "Remember a couple years ago, man, I think we were... 12? I remember walking up to the jewelry store, holding his hand, and we were both squealing over all the earrings we could wear. I was like, 'I wanna get some super glamorous diamond fancy studs,' and he said he was gonna buy little gold hoops. When it was our turn, as soon as we felt the needle go through our earlobes, we both screamed so loud everyone stared at us. We ran into the bathroom and shrieked again when we saw our super red ears. It was so hilarious." We all burst into laughter and I think this is the first time we've been happy in weeks.

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Wildest Dreams |Chapter 3: The Funeral

Sun, 01 Sep 2024 19:07:36 +0000

After he fell, all 5 of us scrambled in different directions, trying to find things to help him. I went to call the ambulance. His dad ran to find the first aid kit. Austin raced to Joel's bedroom and came back down with a pillow. Amber zoomed to the pantry for some reason. Maybe she thought a cookie would help revive Joel. Emma Leigh upstairs. I don't know what she was doing.

When we gathered back in the living room, he was gone. He'd fallen on the rug and the only thing that remained of his presence was a small note with the letters "E.R.J J.B.W. S.E.J". Both of our initials. Along with our best friend Skye's. I picked it up, in shock, and studied it. Joel had drawn a tiny heart with even tinier, unintelligible words in it. We were all too stunned to even cry.

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So you see, dear reader, why I am currently crying my eyeballs out.

The incident was 2 weeks ago. The funeral is today.

I get up and dig through my closet to find my black suit. Ugh, I think when I finally find it. It's even uglier than I remember. But it doesn't even matter.

Today will be a day to celebrate the life of my beloved, darling, beautiful best friend. More than just my best friend. I remember how the police have been working so hard on the case of what happened to him. His coffin will be empty because we never found Joel's body. The small optimistic part of me suggests that he might be somewhere out there, alive. The massive pessimistic part of me says to forget about it. The love of my life is dead. I will never again love a boy as much as him.

My bedroom door suddenly opens and my mom walks in and hugs me.

"I'm so sorry, mijo. I know Joel loved you from the bottom of his heart. But, I do too." She gives me a kiss on top of my head and I start sobbing uncontrollably, again. She wipes my tears away and I try to gather myself together. A few minutes later, I finally do.

After a long, depressing drive to the funeral home, we're there. The sun is shining so brightly. I feel like it's mocking us. I almost lose it again when I see the memorial flyer thingies they're handing out. I grab one hesitantly.

It says:

"JOEL BRYAN WALKER

Joel was a smart, kind, lovable 13 and a half year old boy. He was very loved at his Junior High school and had many friends. On May 23, 2024, he committed suicide and will be greatly missed, specially by his family and boyfriend."

Below this information is a picture of him on the first day of 8th grade, grinning widely and making a peace symbol. He's wearing his well-loved bright blue sweater with polka dots on it. He's also wearing his ripped dark blue jeans. I see myself in the background, talking to my friend Skye.

Tears build up in my eyes and I frantically blink them away. HE'S NOT DEAD!! HE'S NOT DEAD IF THEY DIDN'T EVEN FIND HIS BODY!!!! my optimistic side screams. When the ceremony starts, I hear hushed whispers.

"If he's dead why is the coffin empty?"

"They never found his body. It's a mystery."

"I miss him already.."

"Why did he kill himself?"

"I heard he was depressed. Maybe that's why."

"Poor Eric."

"I wonder if we'll also have a memorial at school."

"Oh yeah. Maybe they'll build a statue of him in the garden, where he loved to sit."

I can't watch the ceremony, half because I'm blinded with my tears, half because I am waaaay too depressed to listen. My dad shakes my arm softly. "Eric, are you gonna go up on the podium and say stuff?" My dad's always had a way with words. I nodded. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I walk up to the front of the crowd.

"H-Hello, everyone. I, uh... miss Joel a lot. He was the best boyfriend ever and I love- loved him a lot. But, I, umm............ I don't think he's dead," I blurt out. A few people gasped. "I think we should start a further investigation. I know police are working on the case, but we shouldn't have done a funeral for someone who still has a chance of being alive. It's not fair that we just gave up instead of trying to find him. If we all love Joel so much, why are we giving up? HE'S NOT DEAD!"

Oops. My optimistic side is showing a little more than I feel comfortable with. Everyone starts cheering like crazy, Joel's dad screaming the loudest. I catch a glimpse of Skye wiping tears from her eyes and smiling. I bow like a nerd and run back to my seat. My friends all give me high fives.

I still cry a lot though. There is of course a huge chance he's gone forever.

A few days later, Joel's gravestone is built in a beautiful cemetery, with huge weeping willows and forget-me-nots planted everywhere. When the grave is built, I sit down on the dirt in front of it. I trace his date of birth and "death" with my finger. I grab some of the flowers I brought and stick them into the ground. I smile, very satisfied with my impromptu garden. I lean against his stone and close my eyes. I feel strangely at peace, despite being surrounded with dead people.

Skye materializes next to me and scares the poop out of me when she says, "Hey, Eric." Today her long black hair is plaited with small, blue ribbons. She's wearing all dark, a sure sign of her sadness. I only ever saw her wear these colors when her pet bird died. Her dark brown eyes have bags under them. Seeing Skye like this makes me want to cry. I can't even recognize my bright, peppy friend. She sinks to the ground next to me and places her head on my shoulder. "I miss him," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "Me too."

"But he's not dead."

She looks at me with exasperation. "How do we know? Even if he isn't dead, he never even wanted to live!" Her harsh tone snaps me back to reality. She's right. He was unhappy. Maybe finding him would be going against his wishes. I try to shake those dreadful thoughts from my head. I focus on the way the sun shines through the leaves of the trees, making pretty patterns on the grass. I blink tears out of my eyes. I stand up and tell Skye to follow me. She looks up at her namesake and then back at me. She finally follows me.

I ring the Walker's doorbell. With a forced smile, Joel's oldest sister Amber opens the door. "Hi, Eric. Skye. What do you guys need?"

I looked Amber straight in her dark blue eyes. "We're gonna get Joel back." Her eyes flooded with tears. "I'm not going back to college until we find him."

So now we have a team and we're gonna bring our boy home.

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Heheeeheheheheheheheehehehehehheheheheheheheheehhehehehehehheehhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Idk why I'm giggling this was a depressing chapter man

Maybe it's because I have a plot twist coming up soon

STAY TUNED, TOH AND BOOKER AND ATHENA AND MY OTHER FANS OF MY STORY