The Tragic Life of Micheal Rose (in progress)

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Just a beginning to a story I've had in my head for quite some time now, and would like some feedback or something. It's about a man who moves into a new area, and finds the woman of his dreams. Thinking his life is perfect, tragic events start happening. It's not too long at the moment but i'll upload more later, I just need to know if I should continue

Submitted: February 16, 2014

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Drip... Drip... Drip... 
I lay in bed, watching the water fall from my ceiling, drop by drop, onto my floor. I should get that fixed. A leak is always bad in a home, nothing good comes from it. But, maybe later. It's about 1:34 in the morning, and I haven't gotten any good sleep in days. Or was it weeks? I don't know, it's all starting to blur. It's starting to pour outside now.
 
The landlord said this house was over 100 years old. Still in good shape for being so. Even though I just got this place, and it already has a leak. Well, I could be happy it's not over my bed. God, I hate water.
 
Still laying in bed. Still watching the drops fall down, making the puddle on the floor bigger and bigger ever so slightly. It's now 1:47. I turn over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Maybe if I count sheep I can get to sleep faster... One... Two... Three... Four... Drip... Drip... Drip...
 
Kicking off the covers in frustration, I hop out of bed and stare at the ceiling's crack. Annoyed with the dripping water I scury out my bedroom door and into the hallway. A crack of thunder sounded as a ray of light lit up the corridor with a briliant yellow tint. I grab my phone out from my pocket, turning it on and facing it in the direction im heading. I have no idea where the light switches are yet, so phone, you are the next best thing.
 
I could feel a short rug under my feet as I slide along the hallway. While I run my right hand against the wall, I could feel a switch. Ah! There we go! The lights flicker to life, and I can see the door I'm looking for. 
 
I reach the door, swing it open, and enter casually. Cause I'm just that cool. Walking over to a cabinet in the far corner of the room, I see another flash of lightning. Wait a few seconds, listen for the thun... A quiet rumble echoes past me. Ah, there it is. Back to the task at hand, I open the cabinet and reach in to grab some duct tape. Luckily I brought this with me from my parents house, I know you wont miss it dad.
 
Back in my room, and I brought a chair with me. I position it just right, so that I can stand on it and reach high enough to tape up this stupid crack. Tearing off a few pieces close to the same size should be enough to hold it. So I did, and I placed them in sort of an 'X' making with a line going through the middle. I don't really care how it looks, as long as it works. And it does. No more dripping. 
 
Delighted with myself, I hop of the chair, kick it aside and jump back into bed. I love the feeling of cold feet under a warm blanket, it's almost relaxing. It's now 2:11, I best try to get to sleep. And after a long while of tossing and turning, I did.
 
 
I wake the next morning, still half asleep. But I need to get up, today is the first day of my new job. So I get dressed and head to the kitchen, nearly tripping on the chair I tossed aside. Plop a couple of Eggo Waffles into the toaster and start making my coffee to maybe wake me up a little. 
 
After coffee and breakfast I still feel tired. Oh well, I need to head to work soon or else I'm going to be late. Can't have that on the first day now can we? 
 
I head out the door and start walking to the bus stop at the end of the street. I think I'm suppose to get on the route 4 bus and head towards downtown. But I can't be for certain. And I can't go home and check again or else I'll miss the bus. I walk and think to myself without paying attention a lot, I nearly bumped into this girl standing at the bus stop.
 
"Oh, jeez," I say, fumbling, not only in actions but in my words too, "I'm so sorry, I wasnt paying attention."
 
"It's okay," she says, shortly.
 
Oh now look at that you went and made it awkward. Great. Just great. Move into a new neighborhood and the first person... First girl I might add, you practically run over! Come on, say something.
 
"The stars look nice."
 
She looks at me, extremely confused, "You do know it's light outside, right?"
 
"Oh, yeah. I know that." 
 
Come on, stars? Really? Say something normal this time.
 
"So are you waiting on the bus too?" I say, trying to keep my cool. I can't keep messing up so much, why am I even having trouble talking to her? It's not like she's my boss or anything... Or is she?
 
"Well I'm standing at a bus station, so it appears so."
 
"Oh, right, sorry," I say, still trying to figure out words to form somewhat normal sentences, "I'm really sorry, I'm kind of an idiot."
 
She giggled, did I say something funny? Well, whatever I said, it wasn't meant to be funny. But okay! 
 
A few minutes later and the bus arrived, carrying 20 or so people. The girl got on first and I followed. She sat down and I walked passed her, catching a wiff of her perfume. It smells like candy, or roses, maybe both? I don't know. Does that put me in creeper status? Oh god I hope not, but either way, I'm off to work. What fun.
 
 
I'm on the bus home now, and work was uneventful. Just the boring job of sitting at a desk, typing out meaningless things about meaningless things. The cubicle was plain grey, no sign of color anywhere. My coworkers are zombies and the boss is a dictator. I might quit.
 
The girl from this morning isn't here, and I didn't know where she got off. Maybe she got another ride home? Oh no. I am a creeper aren't I? I've gotta stop this... Maybe i'll see here tomorrow morning? No. Stop it, I have no shot with her, and I know that. I just need to get over that fact.
 
 
Damn, the key is stuck in the lock again. That's the second time. Well at least its not raining. I knock on the nearest piece of wood, just to be safe. Finally, I open my door, and into the house. The main hallway is actually pretty empty, maybe I should find some furniture to put in it? Like a shelf, or mirror maybe? I guess I haven't really got much furniture to put in this house at all. Just a few chairs, a bed, and a table.
 
After having a well fit meal, and a couple games of Solitaire on the floor, I'm finally in bed. It's about 7:30 at night. I lay my head down and instantly fall asleep. The first time, in a long time... Until...
 
Drip... Drip... Drip...
 
"Really?" I get out of bed, in a half asleep state and trip over the covers that get caught on my feet. Stumbling up, I realize it's pouring outside again. I find the light switch and flick it on. There's the water dripping again, but this time a few feet to the left of the crack I fixed yesterday. So, like last night, I stumble to the kitchen, grab the duct tape, climb on the chair and patch up that annoying hole. Maybe I should just make the ceiling duct tape. That would solve the problem. I look down at the roll. I'm going to need more duct tape if I'm going to do that. Oh well. I toss the tape aside and turn off my light, then head back to bed, once again falling asleep instantly.
 
 
For the first time in, who knows show many weeks, I actually woke up awake and refreshed. I don't think i'm going to be having a coffee today. I hop out of bed with happiness, but then realize that it's still pouring outside. God i'm dreading going out today. 
 
After a slow breakfast, and a long, long time of getting ready, I head out my front door and lock it behind me. As I'm walking, I see a blurred figure standing at the bus stop. My heart skips a beat, or maybe like five, and I start walking faster to where she's standing. Okay, now i'm really seeming like a creep, but you know what, I don't care.
 
I walk up to her, with my arms crossed across my chest, "Hi, again. Remember the guy who almost ran you over yesterday? Yeah that's me. Sorry again about that by the way."
 
"Oh, hello," she kind of smiled, is that a good thing? "And don't sweat it, it was no worries at all."
 
"Oh okay," I say, shifting in place, "So, i'm Micheal. I don't seem to have caught your name yesterday."
 
"That's becasue I didn't give it." 
 
"Oh, right," way to make it awkward again there buddy.
 
"Are you okay there Micheal? You're shivering." 
 
I didn't even realize I was until she pointed it out, "It's the rain. I don't like water," I say, trying not to seem like a compete weirdo. I hope she doesn't think I'm weird. 
 
"What? Are you made of sugar or something?" she asked, chuckling along while saying it.
 
I kind of laugh with her, "No, it's just the rain. I can't really stand it. I mean, I can stand it, but it just doesnt go with me. Like, a snake doesn't go with trees. Well, I guess they can go with trees in some places." Come on Micheal, your beginning to ramble, "Sorry, I'll stop talking, like I said yesterday, I'm kind of an idiot."
 
And then there was silence. Good going Micheal, making the conversation awkward once again. It seems like that's all I do when I talk to girls. I can barely talk, my tongue gets tied, and everything I say is stupid. Though when I do start to talk, I just start to ramble on and on about meaningless things.
 
"So," she says, breaking the silence, "when did it happen?"
 
"What? When I became an idiot? Well, I mean..."
 
"No no," she giggled, that's twice now, "I mean, when did you become hydrophobic?"
 
"Oh, I almost drowned as a kid," and that wasn't a lie. My parents owned a place on a lake when I was younger. We moved away after that though because of the incident.
 
"Oh, I'm so sorry." She says concerningly.
 
"It's fine, it really is. I mean I'm still here right?" There's no wood for me to knock on. Oh well, the bus is here anyways. I don't think she heard me either considering she was already halfway on the bus as I said it.
 
I follow her onto the bus, she sat down in the same spot as yesterday. I walk past her and to the back part of the bus where mostly no one was sitting. As I'm sitting down I remember I'm going to my dull job. I really think I'm going to quit though, it's really not the job for me, I like more active jobs, and not so much sitting in a giant office with mind controlled zombies clicking away at their keyboards.
 
After about 10 minutes on the bus the girl walks over and sits next to me. She reaches in her purse and hands me something.
 
"Here," she says, handing me it, "Take my spare umbrella, I don't need it today."
 
I hesitate with taking it, "Thanks, this might help me later on with beating back my boss after I quit."
 
"Hey now," she says, "I'm not going to give this to you if you're going to break it later. I'll give you a shovel for that."
 
I laugh, "Do you actually have a shovel in that purse of yours?"
 
"You'd be suprised with what women carry in their purse," she says, tapping the op of her purse, "but no, sadly, I do not. I forgot that in my other bag."
 
"Ah, and how many bags do you have? Seven?"
 
"No, just two," she looks down at her purse and then looks outside. "It's Anna by the way."
 
"What," I ask, completely confused.
 
She looks at me, "My name. It's Anna."
 
"Anna, what a lovely name. Well, Anna, thank you for your umbrella."
 
"Oh, no worries at all. Just walk me home tonight when we get off the bus, I'll be here this time." And with that, the bus halts to a stop, and Anna walks off. I'm stuck watching her leave, and walk down the sidewalk as the bus pulls away. I can't wait for today to end. Maybe I'll get flowers. Great, I sound like a creeper again. Well would you looks at that, it stopped raining.
 
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"...Most people who know me are aware I have a certain... Phobia of water. But when I met you, you sheltered me from the storm. Not only the one outside, but also the one in my head. You offered me protection from the rain, and I promise to show you everyday that even though I may be prone to childish fears, I'll love you more than anything in the world..."
 
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End of Part 1


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