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"My name is Jacob Harris, and I am so sorry katie. so very sorry." Jacob Harris is about to die.

Submitted: August 22, 2012

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Submitted: August 22, 2012

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Last Writes
 
 
 
Day Two,
 
For a good time call Katie Underwood, 323-3223.  She is easy!
 
For a good time call Katie Underwood, 323-3223.  She is easy!
 
For a good time call Katie Underwood, 323-3223.  She is easy!
 
For a good time, she is easy!
 
She is easy!
 
She is easy!
 
Katie Underwood is…
 
Awesome!
 
Katie Underwood is awesome!
 
Katie Underwood is awesome!
 
Katie Underwood would like me to introduce myself.
 
My name is Jacob Harris, I am fifteen and I go to school at John B. Young Junior High.  I am captain of the football team, and I am also a total douche-bag, who has done a terrible thing, and deserves to be punished.
 
Three days ago, I made love to Katie Underwood.  It was the most beautiful experience of her life; and I ruined it.
 
I lied to her.  I told her that I loved her, and that she was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my life, and that I wanted to be with her forever.
 
Well, forever lasted about fifteen hours.
 
The next day at school (which was yesterday,) I completely ignored Katie like I always do when I’m there.
 
You see, Katie and I are on opposite ends of the social spectrum.  I am wealthy, handsome, athletic and very popular.  Katie on the other hand, is very poor, plain looking, and un-liked.
 
Katie Underwood is awesome!
 
I wear the latest fashions.  Katie wears what ever has been handed down to her from her older siblings, and it is said, that her family are practicing devil worshipers, and hold séances at their home. So you see, I couldn’t be seen talking to her in front of the other students, but I assure you, even if Katie refuses to believe me, I do love her very much.
 
I am a lying son of a bitch!
 
Please Katie can I take a break now, I am in excruciating pain?
 
No, I must continue to explain what has brought me to this moment, and these extreme consequences to my actions.
 
After finishing lunch I exited the cafeteria, when I walked by Katie’s table I completely ignored her warm greeting, and proceeded on to the bathroom with my friend Marcus.
 
Another douche-bag!
 
After completing our business at the urinal, I told Marcus that I made love to Katie the night before…
 
Ow ow ow, okay I said fucked!
 
“Oh, you’re nasty!”  Marcus bellowed in response.  “Come on; give me details bro.”
 
Apart from a couple of hand-jobs, Marcus and I were still very much virgins, and he couldn’t wait to hear all of the torrid details.
 
I told him everything.  I told him how we started to make-out, how I then ran my hand up her shirt and cupped her breast.  I told him how she reached down, and began to rub between my legs.  I explained how good sex felt, and how I couldn’t wait to do it again.
 
“You’re the fucking man bro!”  He screamed with excitement, as he shot me a quick high-five.  “How did you manage to talk her into it?”
 
That question, led me to make the second biggest mistake of my life.  “It didn’t take much convincing,” I replied, “It was actually pretty easy.”
 
“Man if it’s that easy, maybe you can send her my way when you’re done with her!”  Marcus replied, pumping his fists forward and back in front of him, while running in place, making it look as though he were a train running down the tracks.  The gesture made very little sense; but that was Marcus.
 
“Dude, you need to let everyone know about this.”  Marcus continued once he finished his ridiculous train demonstration.
 
“What?”
 
“Um,” He pondered looking around the bathroom. “Over here!” He shouted heading into one of the stalls.
 
I followed him, and watched as he pulled a black sharpie from his pocket.
 
“Here.” He said handing me the sharpie. “Write it on the wall!”
 
“Well that isn’t very creative, or even original for that matter.” I replied, not wanting to do it.
 
“What the hell bro, do you love her or something?”
 
“No!” I snapped, causing Marcus to flinch slightly.
 
“Then do it!”
 
“I don’t even know what to write.”
 
“It doesn’t matter, just hurry.  The bell for next period is about to ring, one more late and I’m gonna get a detention.”
 
“Okay!” I shouted, as I pressed the tip of the sharpie to the white wall of the stall and wrote: For a good time call Katie Underwood, 323-3223.  “There, are you happy now?”
 
“Not quite,” He said, as he took the sharpie and wrote something that I was not able to see with him standing in front of me.  “There, perfect.  Let’s get to class before we’re late!”  He exclaimed, and put the sharpie back in his pocket.
 
As we left the stall I glanced back to see what he had written.
 
She is easy!
 
My heart sank, as I followed him out of the bathroom.
 
Please Katie can I stop for a minute?  The blisters have popped, and my fingers are bleeding very badly.
 
No!  I have been very bad, and I must continue.  No one ever said this was going to be easy.
 
The rest of the day went well, classes flew by, and I had one of my best days at football practice.  It wasn’t until I got home, that my good day began to unravel.
 
I checked the mailbox on my way into the house, and saw that my mid-terms had arrived.  Nervously I opened the envelope, and saw that I was failing three classes.  Along with the mid-terms, was a note informing my parents that I could no longer participate on the football team, until my grades improved.
 
There was no way I could let my father see my grades.  Playing football was his dream; that he lived-out vicariously through me.
 
I had to hide this letter, and delay the inevitable ass chewing that would surely accompany it.
 
Once I had disposed of the mid-term, and the note I received a text.  It was from Katie, and it read:  Hey Jacob, my parents have just left for the weekend, and I was just wondering if you want to come over for a bit.  We could maybe do a movie…And other things.  Let me know if you want to.  Kisses!  xoxo
 
I texted her back immediately:  I would love to do a movie, and other things.  I’ll head over right now.
 
I put the phone back into my pocket, slapped on some smell good and left the house.
 
When I arrived at Katie’s, she was sitting on her porch swing in a bathrobe, drinking a coke.
 
She met me at the top step of her porch, and greeted me with a hug.
 
“I’m so happy to see you.”  She sang, as she took me by the hand and led me into the house.
 
Once inside, she turned to me and we began kissing.  We stood just inside her doorway for some time exchanging deep, wet, passionate kisses.  I was soon fully aroused, and decided to grab her by the wrist and guide her hand down towards my crotch.
 
“Hold on, not so fast.”  She said, breaking away from my grasp.
 
“What…What’s wrong?”  I asked.
 
“Oh nothing,” She replied playfully “I just want to hear how much you love me.”
 
“More then anything,” I replied through heavy breathing, and went in for another kiss.
 
Katie pulled away once more and asked, “Would you do anything to make me happy?”
 
“Anything,” I answered, as I moved in again.
 
She raised her index finger to my lips, just as they were about to make contact with hers and asked.
 
“Would you be willing to put it in writing?”
 
At that point I mad the biggest mistake of my life, when I said.
 
“Of course I would.”
 
“Great!” She said cheerily, as she took me by the hand and led me through the foyer.
 
We crossed through the living room, then the dinning room, before coming to a door in the kitchen that led down into the basement.
 
Darkness shrouded all that was around me as we descended the stairs.
 
“Careful now, this is the last step.”  She said sweetly as my feet touched down upon the dirt floor.
 
Still holding my hand, she led me onward through the darkness.
 
“Oops, duck your head. We wouldn’t want you knocking yourself out on the overhead pipes.”  She warned.
 
Though I could see nothing, I did as I was told.  Surely she had traversed this basement hundreds of times.
 
“Okay you can stand straight again.”  She said as we came to a stop.  “Here we are my sweet, please, sit.”
 
No sooner had the final word left her mouth, than something pressed against the back of my knees.  Startled, I took a step forward, and smacked my thighs into something.  I reached down blindly, and felt what seemed to be a surface of some sort.
 
“It’s called a table.”  She said, as though she could see what I was doing through the darkness.  “Now please sit.”  She continued, as something once again pressed against the back of my knees.  This time I assumed it was a chair, and I leant back into it.
 
“What are we doing?”  I asked.
 
“You grab that sharpie on the table, while I get the lights.”  She replied, as I heard the sound of her feet fade away into the darkness.
 
I clumsily slapped at the table in search of the sharpie.  Luckily it didn’t take long before my searching hands located it.
 
Minutes passed as I sat there in the darkness, awaiting Katie’s return.  I dared not get up and attempt to find my way out; for fear that I would knock myself out on a low hanging pipe.
 
Behind me I could hear footsteps drawing nearer, accompanied by the sound of chanting.  When I turned to look, Katie stood behind me in the feint glow of a candle.
 
“Sorry,” she said. “There is no electricity down here.  This is the only light I could find.”
 
“Hey, you know what?”  I asked with a touch of nerves in my voice.  “Why don’t we go back upstairs, the lighting is so much better there?”
 
“Yes, I suppose it is; but professing your love by candle light is far more romantic.”  She answered.  As she held the candle over the table, a notebook appeared from out of the darkness.  “Now go ahead and write, this isn’t going to be easy but then love seldom is.”
 
Something in the way she said easy, struck me as odd.  Could she have seen what was written on the bathroom stall?  She had to know; why else would she have me use a black sharpie.  Undaunted, I decided to write something so incredibly romantic, that she would have no choice but forgive me.
 
I placed the tip of the sharpie to the paper, and began to write.
 
Fear overcame me, when I saw that the words coming from the tip of the pencil were not the words I was attempting to write.
 
For a good time call Katie Underwood, 323-3223.  She is easy!
 
For a good time call Katie Underwood, 323-3223.  She is easy!
 
“What the…” I said in a panic, as I dropped the pencil and stood.
 
The commotion caused me to knock the candle from Katie’s hand, extinguishing the light.
 
“What’s the matter why isn’t it working?”  Katie asked panic in her voice.
 
“It will, give it time,” Another voice answered from the darkness.
 
A sharp pain began to run from my fingertips, all the way up my arm causing me to fall back into the seat howling in agony.
 
The basement was suddenly illuminated with light, so fiercely bright that I was forced to close my eyes tightly.  After a few moments I opened them once more.  As my vision returned to me, I looked on in astonishment at the basements white walls that were covered with red symbols that I could make no sense of, and the desk where I sat was placed inside of a circle of a kind of white powder with similar markings all around it.
 
The pain was overwhelming forcing me to look down at my arm.  Horrified I looked on helplessly as my fingertips began to turn black.  The blackness ran up my hand as I felt the pain cross over my chest.
 
The pain intensified as the blackness that covered my arm began to flake away, revealing bright-pink flesh that immediately began to pour blood.
 
Pick up the sharpie if you want to live; Mister Harris.”  Ordered the voice of the stranger, I quickly did as I was told.  No sooner did I pick-up the sharpie, than the blood stopped flowing and my arm returned to normal.
 
“Good boy.  I must say you are not half as dense as I suspected.  Now Katie dear, do you think you can handle things from here?”
 
“Yes mother.”
 
“That’s a good girl.  I will return when the task is complete.”
 
“Yes mother.”
 
As I listened to the sound of Katie’s mothers footsteps fade into the distance, Katie turned to me and asked, “Why so glum my love, I thought surly you would enjoy writing your true feelings for me.  Or perhaps you need Marcus to help express your feelings.”
 
“Katie please.” I begged.  “I never meant to hurt you.  I wish I had never went into that bathroom with Marcus.”
 
“I’m sure Marcus will soon feel the same way.”  She replied with a sound of pleasure.
 
“What do you-“  I began before the pain in my hand returned, causing me to drop the sharpie.
 
“Mother has assured me that Marcus will be dealt with very soon.” Katie continued, while I quickly retrieved the sharpie and began writing once more.
 
For a good time call Katie Underwood, 323-3223.  She is easy!
 
I continued writing that phrase for the remainder of the night, and most of to day, until Katie asked me to introduce myself.
 
So there it is Katie, can I please stop writing, blood is pouring from my fingers and has smeared the paper so badly that you can’t even read it anymore.
 
Katie can read it just fine, I must continue.
 
Katie Underwood is Awesome!
 
Katie Underwood is Awesome!
 
Katie Underwood is Awesome!
 
 
 
Day Three,
 
Katie Underwood is Awesome!
 
Katie Underwood is Awesome!
 
I can no longer write Katie, please let me stop I’m begging you!
 
NO!
 
I can’t this anymore; the skin onmy fing has torn free of thbone.  I am in great pain, and mywords ar running togetherand make ver lit sense.  I mus stp writing.
 
I am sory Katie< foor wat iy did toi you] I hope on dy you can forgiveme?
 
Katie Underwood is Awesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…
 
 
 
“Well hello there Marcus, on your way home from school?”
 
“Hey Misses Underwood.  Yea I just got out of school.”
 
“Any news about your friend?”
 
“Nope, it’s been two weeks and there has been no sign of him.”
 
“That is truly unfortunate, god willing he will show up safe and sound.  He will be in my prayers.”
 
“I hope you’re right Misses Underwood.”
 
“Marcus dear, can I bother you for a favor?
 
“Sure, what is it?”
 
“I have to write out my shopping list, but my damn arthritis is acting up again.  Do you think maybe you could help write it?”
 
“Sure.  No problem.”
 
“Such a sweet boy, please step inside the house.”


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