Someone stole my myspace password sometime within the last month. I have changed it and things are now good but everyone needs to be aware that any correspondance may not have been me. Please alert me if anything seems out of place or if you are not sure if it was me you had talked to. I apoligize for anything that may have happened.

This is my unofficial website for my acting at the moment. I am an experienced actor with experience in small independent films. I have stuntwork experience as well. I have 5 years experience in boxing and 4 years total in several seperate martial arts. I have a few months of complete MMA training. I have training and experience in security. This experience allows me to know and perform true to life movements and operations. I am open to a wide variety of different movies and scripts at the current time and am looking to talk to anyone in either my local area (Mid-Michigan) as well as anyone in Southeastern Michigan.
Here is a quick run-down of my basic stats:

Ht: 5'9"
Wt: 140 ibs
Build: Slim/Athletic
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Race: Caucasion
Waist: 32"
Chest: 34"
Sternum: 36"
Abdominal: 30"

All these stats were collected on August 11, 2009. I will continually try to update them as I do work out nearly every day.
I look forward to hearing from anyone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg

Never in my life have I ever thought I would see a white boy dance like this.... Warning: Don't be drinking while watching this... it will come out your nose.

I inhaled through my nose, and held it in. I kept my eyes shut tight, as tight as I could, so tight they ached. I tried to block it all out, but I couldn't. My ears still let me hear the screaming. I exhaled and opened my eyes as the house rattled from another explosion. I stood up shakily, pistol clenched in my hand. I wobbled and side-stepped as another explosion shook the house.
A scream freed me from my trance. I lifted my pistol and rushed to the corner. Turning the corner I yanked on the doorknob. I ignored the sounds of wood ripping as I began running down the stairs, doing my best not to fall. I jumped down the last couple of stairs, and landed in a crouch. I looked the window as I stood up, and took a cautious step forward.
Another explosion sounded as I was thrusted backwards. I fell, and landed painfully on my back. A taste of blood caught in my mouth. I began coughing. I turned my head to the floor, coughing in a fit, my eyes closed. I moved my head back as I stopped, and opened my eyes. I saw a splatter of blood where I had been coughing. I felt the warm and thick substance drip from my chin. I tried to inahle, but barely could. My entire torso cried in pain as I attempted.
I placed my hand on my abdobmen. I felt blood. I looked down, blood seemed to spray from every orfice the shrapnel had created. I heard another scream.
I reached for my pistol and stood despite all the pain. I walked in a jagged line to the door. Reaching it I grabbed the handle. I heard a gunshot as pain struck in my right shoulder. I fell forward into the door. Another gunshot sounded, and pain surrounded my back. I turned and raised my pistol as I fell backward. I pulled the trigger several times as I aimed at the man behind me. I crashed into a table as he fell.
I pushed myself up, and grabbed the door handle again. Pushing in, I entered the dark room, slouching forward. I saw nothing. A flash of light expanded from the darkness as I heard a gunshot. I felt pain in my left shoulder. I raised my gun and fired in the direction. A series of gunshots  precessed from both my weapon, and the unseen gunman.
I fell forward onto the carpet. The light went on, and I went blind momentarily. As my eyes focused I saw several bodies. Sprawled over the ground. I looked uneasily to the corner, to see several children huddled up, terror in their eyes. Two adults hovered over them, fear in their faces. One moved his hand away from the lightswitch as the female wrapped her arms around a few of the children in an embrace.
I tried to breath, but found myself not able to. My vision began to blur. My eyes unfocused, stared into nothingness. My mind faded.

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Some story snapshot. Been a long time since I've written, so I know it sucks. Get over it.

INSTRUCTIONS:
delete these ten statements,
and write your own ten statements,
intended to different people.
never tell which one is to who
things you've always wanted to tell people

1. You were the best thing to ever happen to me, but you were also the worst thing to happen to me. We could have had a life together. We could have made things as perfect as imperfect beings can make. I suffered so much because of you. I've been through such unbelievable torment, and you're the one to blame. All because of that stupid act. Because you were too damned stupid to see how much I cared. But the strangest thing is, I can't stop loving you. I know I will forever.

2. You were the mother I never really had. You kept me alive. If it wasn't for what you had told me, I'm sure I would have killed myself. I just wish I could have done the same for you. Why'd you have to be so headstrong? Destiny is never layed out for you, you make it as you go.

3. Bro, you were great. You saved my ass a share of times. If you hadn't taught me what you had. I would have been dead back there with you. I wish that I could have saved you. But more than that, I wish we hadn't all decided to do what we had done. If we hadn't done all that, maybe we'd all be alive.

4. We don't talk anymore. Our little mutual agreement since I've changed right? I don't know why we stopped talking, but I'm sure it's for the better. So here's what I've got to say. What we did, might have been different in eachother's eyes. But to me, it was escape from the pain. I don't know how you really felt about it all, but thank you.

5. You're a bitch. Plain and simple. You tried to destroy my life, what I had. You made me do things, you knew I didn't want to do. You made me betray her. I hope you're having a horrible life you whore.

6. I told you to stay away from that shit. You were the one who got me out of there. If you hadn't pulled me out, my face would have been all over the news. I would have been dead the next day. Guess your own "escape" was your downfall.

7. I hate you so much. You always told me I was horrible, I wasn't good enough, that I was a peice of shit. Why didn't you love me? I wasn't the one who made you live your life the way you had. I was just born into the shitfest you created. Thanks for making everything worse. But because of who you are, I still care about you.

8. You peice of shit. I hate you with an undying passion. I loved her, and every word you said about her was bullshit. She still had feelings for you, and I don't know why. You should be thankful for that. The only reason you aren't in a ditch, is because she told me not to touch you.

9. We had something special, even if it only lasted a short while. You were a great girl. That night we had, was the best I'd had in a long time. I'm just sorry I destroyed it like I did. I'm sorry I hurt you. I was just too blinded by my own pain at the time. I wish we could make things different.

10. I don't know why we quit talking. I guess we just faded apart. We used to be tight. I know I was having problems, and right after, you started having troubles too. But I was there for you, just like you were there for me. I reached my hand out so many times. But you just ignored it. If you read this, I doubt you'll know who I'm talking about, but if you do, I want you to know, my hand is still here for you.

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All of these, are final things, that I never really got to say to people.
If people are alive, and they  listen to me, I'll tell them exactly what I think of them, and say what I want.
All the people here, are either dead, or aren't listening.
If you want to guess who everyone is, give it a shot.
You have to know a lot about my past though, which none of you really do.

Apartment Days, Alternate Endings

A short story by: Kadged and Krazi

 

----------------Alternate Ending 1------------------------------------

"Hey." Came a voice. Her voice. I clenched my pistol and looked down.

"2." I mumbled aloud.

"What?" She asked, extremely puzzled.

"Goodbye." I said back. I set the receiver on the table, pointed the pistol at it, and watched it explode as I fired off a round. I dropped my head, and let my hands hang loosely between my legs. I sighed. I wasn't crying, I wasn't screaming, I wasn't in pain, and that was the problem.

"When people are crying, screaming, or in pain, they are fine. But when they stop, then there is trouble. No one cries when the wrap the rope around their neck. No one is screaming when they stab a razor into their wrist. And no one is in pain when they put a barrel to their head." I said in a dazzed mumble as I placed the gun at the side of my head.

"1."

 

--------------------Alternate Ending 2----------------------------------------

"Hey." Came a voice. Her voice. My knuckles began to turn white as I held onto the pistol as tight as I could. My hand ached, but I didn't let go.

"How are you?" She asked.

"Waiting." I answered.

"Do you..." She trailed off. "No, I am coming over. We're going to fix this. Alright." She demanded. The phone line went dead. I shook my head. She couldn't help me. She had never gone through self-mutilation. It's something you understand only if you had been through it. Why hadn't I seen this side of her before? She hadn't been helping me at all.

"She's the one making me grab this damned gun!" I screamed out loud as I exploded upwards from the couch. My breathing was sporadic. I calmed myself slowly. I looked to the hand that still held the pistol.

"2." I said aloud. I sat back on the couch. For 15 minutes I waited, until the door flew open, and she presented herself like a knight in shining armor. I rose slowly. Still barechested from the night before. I turned around and faced her.

"We are talking about all this bullshit right now!" She screamed. "This is bullshit!" She yelled. I reached for the slide, and yanked back.

"1." I whispered to myself as I raised the gun and sighted her. Seeing the look of horror in her eyes.

"Wait, please." She cried out. I turned my head away, and squeezed.

-----------------Alternate Ending 3----------------------------------------

"Hey." Came a voice. Her voice. I hated it so much all of a sudden. Her very voice disgusted me, every bit of the tone made me grow in ferocity. I took a deep breath.

"Can you come over?" I asked. "I really need your help." I said, trying to act sincere.

"Of course!" She cried through the phone. "I will be right over, please wait for me." I cringed as she finished her sentence. The reciever went dead, so I hung up the phone.

"Wait for you..." I mumbled. "I've got a round for you bitch." I said as I raised the pistol to my head, and tapped it against my cranium.

"2." I said as I waited on the couch. Time passed, until I heard the door creak open.

"You here?" She said.

"Right here." I groaned, gritting my teeth as I tried to block out her words. I stood up.

"Are you hurt?" She exclaimed as she heard my muffled response. "Please, don't." She cried.

"No." I said as I turned to her. My gun raised. I fired a round. I didn't hear the gunshot, but I heard a sickening thump as I saw her fall to the ground. I looked her over. She was so beautiful. Splattered in blood, that blood, that I made her spill. What had I done?

"What the fuck!" I screamed. "You murderer!" I shouted to myself. "You killed her you bastard." Still screaming to myself. "Why couldn't you just keep doing it to yourself! Why did you have to hurt her, you were wrong, she was helping!" I continued, as I fell backwards onto the coffee table. "One round. It's for you prick." I commented to myself. I placed the barrel underneath my chin. "You deserve this." I continued to comment to myself. "I'm sorry." I mumbled as my chin trembled.

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---------------Alternate Ending 4-----------------------------------------

"Hey." Came a voice. Her voice. It calmed me, my grip on the pistol loosened, and I noticed it for the first time since I heard her voice. What the fuck was I doing? I dropped the pistol to the ground.

"Can I come over?" She asked. "I want to talk about this. And I want to help you."

"Yeah, yeah, of course." I said, regaining myself.

"I'll be there soon." She said. The recieve went dead, and I hung up. Quickly I stood, and picked up the pistol and the 13 rounds on the ground. I ran to my room and hid them. I came back out, grabbed my shirt, put it on, and sat on the couch. There was nothing left to do but wait.

--------------------Alternate Ending 5------------------------------------

"Hey." Came a voice. Her voice. It calmed me, my grip on the pistol, and I noticed it for the first time since I heard her voice. What was I doing? I dropped the pistol on the ground, and it landed with a resounding thud.

"Listen." She said quickly. "I really, don't think I can be with someone, like you." She paused. "You, were just pretending that whole time you were with me." I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came to my mouth. "Please don't do anything like that anymore, or anything worse. I really care about you, I just can't be with you. I'm sorry." She said, then ended the phone call. I held onto the phone dumbfounded. I placed the phone back as I took a deep breath. She was right, she couldn't be with someone like me. All of this was my fault. I never knew how to deal with my problems, so I had ended up doing this, and look where it had gotten me. If I hadn't been so much of a coward, I could have gotten help from someone, anyone. This was all bullshit. It was time to change. I kicked the gun and rounds under the couch as I stared at my scarred torso. I'd carry these forever, but they would remind me of what I was, and what I had been through, and what I'll never be.

"I will change." I said outloud. "No more being afraid."

-----------------End of Alternate Endings------------------------------

Hope you enjoyed all those. These were more the actual endings, I just couldn't decide on just one. Hope you enjoyed it all, and remember, there is a point I tried to get across in the endings and the story.

-K&K-

Apartment Days, Part III

A short story by: Kadged and Krazi

"Oh my god." She finally said after a long pause. She ran her hands over my chest, over the scars, in amazement.

"How," she paused and gulped, "how did you get all those?" I looked down at the numerous scars covering my torso, shoulders, biceps, and forearms. How could I explain it?

"Babe?" She questioned.

"I..." I cleared my throat, as my heart sank into the crevices of my chest, "I did it." I raised my eyes to her as I saw her lower lip begin to tremble.

"I am a self-mutilator." I continued, then gulped, and didn't breath as I waited for her answer.

"Why?" She asked after an eternity, still in disbelief.

"It helped." I finally answered.

"H-helped, what? What could have made you do this?" She stammered.

"Alot." I answered simply.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She questioned as a sparkling tear ran down her face. I didn't have a good answer.

"I, was scared." I responded. She didnt' say anything as she looked to her side, away from me, with more tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry." I said slowly, breaking the silence. I raised my hand to touch her, but pulled back. I didn't deserver to touch her. She turned her head back to face me, her chin trembled as tears ran down her face. My jaw shot sideways as she slapped me.

"Did that help too?" She yelled. I turned to face her.

"No, but being with you does." I responded, without thinking. I saw her being to cry more.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She screamed. She put her hands on her head and closed her watering eyes.

"I don't even know what to think of you." She said as she still sat on top of me, shaking. I heard a door open and Joseph's voice.

"Hey guys, listen, it's late, you're keeping me up, and I'm sure the neighbors are getting pissed. What's going on?" He asked. We all stayed silent for a moment.

"Nothing Joe, go back to sleep. We'll keep quiet." I answered hastily. She glanced at me angrily as I said it.

"Whatever" I heard him say in a tired tone, then the door shut. I kept my eyes on her the whole time, waiting for an action, a response, anything.

"I think I'm going to be sick." She said after a long time. i didn't know what I could say or do to make this right.

"Are you going to leave me?" I asked, not thinking.

"I don't know," she responded as she shook, and tears continued to slide down her  face, "but I don't think I can stay here right now." Without thinking I grabbed her wrist.

"Please don't leave me." I cried out. I felt   my eyes begin to well up with tears.

"I'm sorry," she said as she pulled her arm away, "but I can't stay with you right now." She climbed off of me, and put her shoes on. I didn't have the strength to get up. She walked briskly to the door. I gathered enough strength to pull myself from the  couch. I watched her as she faced me. She cringed and stared at me in amazement again. I didn't know what to say.

"I'll call tomorrow." She said softly as she looked away. She then opened the door, and walked out. I collapsed on to the couch as  the door closed. I began to cry quietly, and did so through the rest of the night. I don't know how long it was that I cried for, but I grew silent. I kept thinking aobut her. Had she gotten home? Was she okay? What would she do? An infinite amount of questions ran through my head.

"Yo, I'm leaving loverbirds." I heard Joe say as the door opened.

"Take care." He said as the door closed. I said nothing in return. I waited longer. I pulled myself from the couch, and stumbled to my room. I shuffled in, knocking and kicking over several items on the floor. I bowed to my bed table and opened the drawer. I reached in and pulled out my gun, a 9mm pistol. It hung loosely at my side as I walked bback to the couch. I sat down, looking at the pistol. This might have been the first time I was REALLY suicidal. All the scaring was just to help me deal with problems. Ways to punish myself, ways to forget about the pain. This was real. I quickled grabbed the slide and yanked back.

"15 Rounds." I mumbled to myself. I pulled back again on the slide and watched a bullet eject from the pistol, and fall to the carpeted floor.

14.

I heard the pistol click as I cocked it again.

13.

I didn't really know why I was really doing this.

12.

No amount of self-injuring would help me now.

11.

I was beyond that.

10.

Only one thing would cure it.

9.

But it wasn't cominng.

8.

What else did I have left to do?

7.

This must be all that's left.

6.

Nothing left to live for.

5.

Was this to be my end?

4.

My demise?

3.

Did I really want to do this?

*ring-ring*

I stopped.

*ring-ring*

I looked at the phone, then picked it up.

"Hello." I said instinctevely.

"Hey, wassup? Joe there?" Came a husky voice on the other end.

"No." I said dryly

"Oh alright." He said, then hung up. I hung up the phone as well. So that would be the last person I talked to? Someone whose name I didn't even know. I reached for the slide.

*ring-ring*

I was ready to shoot the phone. I grabbed the phone and placed it to my ear.

"Hello." I said again. There was a pause.

"Hey." Came a voice. Her voice.

 

*** The End... sorta. Alt. Endings coming soon! ***

Apartment Days Part II

A short story by: Kadged and Krazi

We fell onto the couch together, she layed on top of me. We then sat up, and removed our shoes. I grabbed the remote as we both leaned back into the couch. She leaned over on me against my shoulder, put her feet on the couch and curled up against me. I turned on the TV.

"Any good movies on?" She asked.

"Not sure." I responded as I flipped the channel.

"Hey wait!" She exclaimed, "this is a good one." She stated.

"Alright." I said as I set down the remote, and put my arm around her shoulders. An hour passed as the movie played, I had no idea what it was about, or what was going on. She had fallen asleep in my lap, and since she did I had been trying to; with no success. I turned my head to the door as I heard it open. Joseph, my roomate, entered.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" He asked. I raised my hand and lowered it.

"Quiet man, she's asleep." I said in a low voice. He laughed lightly.

"You and your angel." He mocked.

"Better than you." I snapped, as I smiled. He walked steathily up to the couch and peered down at her, and smirked.

"You hit it?" He asked.

"Now, we got back an hour ago, and she fell asleep." I responded.

"An hour? Shit, should take only 5 minutes." He joked. I laughed in response. "Whatever man, I'm tired. If she wakes up, don't wake me up, k?" He stated.

"Alright, I'll keep it quiet, but you shouldn't have to worry, I think she'll be asleep for the rest of the night, and I will too. Sleep good man." I answered.

"Alright, 'nite." He responded as we knuckled and he disappeared into his room.

"Do you two have to be so loud and rude?" Came her voice, I only found myself laughing.

"Sorry honey." I finally said. She smiled sleepily.

"Well, I suppose it's good you weren't too rude." She said sarcastically as she sat up. "But, you could have been worse." She finished smirking.

"Yeah, but don't worry now. Just go back to sleep, I'm sure I will too." I said running out of what to say. She giggled.

"Alright." She said smiling as she layed back down on my lap, and closed her eyes. I wanted to do that too, but I couldn't. I hated it.

"Hey" She said interupting my thoughts. She repositioned herself, looking up at me from my lap. I placed a hand on her now upturned belly.

"You know, it's been 3 months." She said as she clasped my hand. I moved my eyes upward in thought.

"Yeah, must be somewhere around that by now." I responded after a moment. She squeezed my hand.

"I think I want to move onto the next step." She said as she looked at the couch. My heart jumped slightly. I didn't like where this was going, and my mind froze.

"Oh," I paused, "um," I cleared my throat and put on a fake smile, "if you're ready." I finsihed. She smiled as she looked up at me. She raised her body and placed a kiss on my lips. I was nervous. She sat up, I really was unsure. She moved closer to me, still siting, still staring, waiting for me to make the first move. I felt myself shaking.

"Nervous?" She asked in a mocking smile. "I'm not that scary am I? And I know this can't be your first time." She giggled out.

"No, I just..." I dropped my gaze. She looked both puzzled and offended.

"Is..." She trailed off as did her eyes, she then returned her eyes to mine, "is it me?" She asked sounding unsure. "Because I... was..." I moved my head to hers and interrupted her with a kiss. She looked shocked and suprised yet again.

"I'm just messing with you." I said smiling, trying to play it off.

"You're horrible!." She exlaimed looking slightly relieved. She still had al ook of curiosity in her eyes. We both looked at the floor. I was trying to think of anything to stop this. I didn't want her to now, she was too much of a good thing to lose. What would she think when she found out? She leaned in on me, taking control and started kissing me, my mind went fully blank. Her hands moved over mine as she kissed me, pressing me into the couch. Her hands moved to my sweatshirt, as she pulled it upwards she moved her head back, smiling, blushing. My only thought was "What would she think?". She slipped my sweatshirt off over my head and immediatly kissed me again. I was frozen, I couldn't move. She leaned on me heavily, driving me downwards in a deep and passionate kiss until I was laying on the couch, my head leaid on the armrest. Her hands moved downwards, pulling my shirt upwards. I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't. She lifted my t-shirt off and threw it onto the floor. She sat on me, looking down.

"Oh my god." She finally said after a long pause. She ran her hands over my chest, over the scars, in amazement.

"How," she paused and gulped, "how did you get all those?" I looked down at the numerous scars covering my torso, shoulders, biceps, and forearms. How could I explain it?

"Babe?" She questioned.

"I..."

*** To be continued in Apartment Days Part III ***

Again, please be courteous and don't take this story as your own, enjoy it, savor it, and let your friends know about it.

Apartment Days Part I

A short story by: Kadged and Krazi

*click*

"Damnit." I managed out of the corner of my mouth.

"That's god's sign to quit." She said smiling softly, I smirked.

"Don't get me started on that." I responded as I shook the lighter. I lifted the clear, blue peice of junk to the cigarette held limply between my lips. My thumb ran across the metal, lighting sparks, and just as quickly my thumb mashed the button. The fluid released and the flame flew upwards. I quickly put the flame on the end of the cigarette and lit it. I inhaled then removed it form my mouth. My eyes moved from the end of the glowing cigarette to her. She was leaning against the bar, holding her head with her hand.

"Hey," came a voice, I looked around only to find the bartender glaring at me, "you can't smoke in here. Put it out or get out." He stated. I was puzzled.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I exclaimed. My eyes readverted to her as she rolled her eyes.

"No, decide." The bartender firmly responded.

"Come on," she interuppted as she grasped my hand, staring at me with sparkling, brown eyes and a warm smile, "let's get back to your apartment." She finsihed as her small smile grew wider, and her eyes sparkled more intensely.

"Yeah," I responded, "let's go." I smiled as I stood, my hand still clasped between both of hers. I grunted as I removed my wallet, I then quickly paid the tab, and rejoined hands with her as we walked out the door. I inhaled on the cigarette as we stepped outside into the cool and crisp night air.

"Wow, it's pretty cold." She commented as she intertwined her arm with mine, pulling us close together.

"Yeah, let's use it as movtivation to get back to my place." I responded smiling lightly at her, moving my hand up and down her bicep. I inhaled again, removed the cigaretted, and exhaled as I flicked off the ashes. I replaced the cigarette back into my mouth as we started walking.

"What kind of a world is it when you can't even smoke in a bar?" I asked absent-mindedly.

"Maybe that's just another sign to quit." She said in answer as she pressed in closer to me, smiling brighter. I moved my hand to her face and pushed some of the sandy brown hair out of her face as I responded.

"You're never going to let me just smoke are you?" I questioned.

"Nope." She exclaimed simply before nuzzling her forehead against my shoulder.

"Why did you even start?" She asked after a silent moment of walking.

"Stress." I said quietly. She laughed lightly.

"Does it work?" She asked in a curious tone.

"Nope," I said as I turned my head to face her, "I was just too stupid to quit though. Yet, that's what I have you for." I finished smiling at her. She blushed.

"Glad I can help you." She said as she layed her head against my shoulder. The remainder of the walk stayed quiet. I yanked my keys from my pocket as we neared my apartment's front door. Shaking the mess I found the front door key and held it between my forefinger and thumb. My hand moved forward to the knob, the key hit off of the knob and deflected to the side. I tried again, the key richochetted off the knob yet again. I took a deep breath, but was broken by her laugh.

"You're too drunk." She giggled.

"You're no better." I responeded smriking. I moved the key forward again, the tip entered the lock, yet my hadn failed to keep course and sank downwards, the key followed suite and ejected from my hand.

"Shit." I mumbled as she laughed loudly, rolling slightly as she still clung to my arm. I bent down and broke her grip as I fumbled with the keys again. I brought my face next to the knob as I felt her hand on my shoulder, pressing heavily into me. I almost fell forward, but regained my balance before I fell into the door.

"Calling me drunk when you can't even stand without me." I snickered at her.

"Shut-up." She mumbled. I laughed in response as I found my key. I inserted it easily into the lock only because my face was 3 inches from the door.

"Ah ha, got it." I proclaimed.

" 'bout time." She muttered in a cynical response.

"Well I could leave you out here if you want." I said as I turned my head and smiled. She grinned.

"Yeah, you could but I know you won't." She responded.

"True." I responeded as I turned the keys. I rose and put my shoulder against the door, turned the knob, and pressed the door in forcefully. I stumbled into the apartment hallway, she followed closely behind and wrapped her arms in mine. We continued forward until we found my apartment, door 58. I hoped my roomate was home in a small sense, I didn't want to have to fumble with my keys again. I moved my hand to the handle, and turned it, the handle moved easily and the door opened. A part of my hear sank. I walked in as she clang to my arm, and closed the door behind me.

"Joe! You here?" I asked loudly. I waited several seconds only to hear silence.

"You probably just pissed off all your neighbors." She commented.

"Ah, fuck 'em." I responded.

"Nice attitude." She snickered.

"Well, it looks like Joseph isn't here." I said attempting to change the subject.

"Yeah," she responded as I nudged her head, then walked to the couch, her still being towed by my arm. We fell onto the couch together, she layed on top of me. We sat up and reomved our shoes.

*** End of Part I, Read more in Apartment Days Part II coming to a screen near you sometime this month...***

Hey, be courteous, don't take this story as your own. Enjoy it.

A Day

A short story by Kadged and Krazi

I opened my eyes. Everything was in a faint purple blur. I blinked quickly trying to clear my eyes.

"Glad to see you're back." Said that annoying voice. It was just like an imp. So mischiveous, so cruel, so annoying. It loved to see me in pain, but I knew what it wanted me to do, it wanted me to find out what it had done, just like every other time. I sighed.

"Back from what?" I asked slowly. It snickered impishly.

"Go ahead and look around." There was a pause in my mind as it waited for my response. I sghed, everytime it told me to do something, it was normally something bad. My vision was still blurred in a purple haze, I knew it was doing it, so I waited. I heard a small snicker, as the blur quickly dissappeared. I thought the purple would too, I thought that was a prank too, but it wasn't. It stayed. I looked up the stark white wall with a purple aura, to a small, circular window high on the wall, only about a foot lower than the ceilling, it was just as white as the walls, yet still with the purple aura. The purple light flooded in through the window, it made the entire room glow with a nice purple aura. I smiled, it was a nice, warm color. It always invited me, always calmed me. The snicker broke me from the trance.

"You're not looking around. There's a big suprise for you." The voice taunted. I sighed again, I was positive I wouldn't like this. I cocked my head downwards from the window, my smile faded as I did so.

"Go on." The voice tortured me.

"Shut-up" I mumbled. My head lowered further, stopping on the bed I sat upon. Just as white as the rest of the room, but still wtih that faint purple aura. I watched as I ran my hand over the sheet. It was silky, and soft. I smiled again, it had been a while since I had been comfortable like this.

"It's a nice bed isn't it?"

"Shut-up"

"We had fun last night." It taunted further.

"Shut-up, we are the same." I responded. It snickered in response.

"Even if I considered us one, I'd still say we." That comment, got my attention.

"What?" I asked without thinking, I was confused about this whole mess, more than what I had been before. That damned snicker sounded again as I said the word.

"Behind you" It said, nudging me forth, driving my curiosity. I hadn't worried until now. This thing had tortured me for so long, I stopped caring about where I was, and what happened to me, but another person, was something else, and it knew that. I heard ait breath joyfully as it waited for me to look. I hated it. Slowly I turned my head around further, and further. I arched my back, still looking further. I caught a glimpse of a lump of sheets behind me, but could twist no further to see more. I couldn't made anything out for sure.I repositioned myself, still feeling dizzy. With a better position, I looked again. My eyes feasted on a woman. She lay on her stomach, her head turned from me. The purple-tainted sheet proturded from just under her armpits. Her lushous brown hair sprawled across the pillow and parts of teh sheet. I smiled, it was a beautiful sight. Yet my smiled faded as my thoughts began. Who is she? What is wrong with her? What had i done? I t knew everything I thought.

"We had fun." It responded, almost giggling like a schoolgirl as it said so.

"What happened?"

"Fun" It gigled out.

"Give me a real answer you bastard." There was a pause, then a laugh was the response it gave me. I breathed hard.

"I did." It finally sounded.

"Tell me."

"I did."

"Tell me."

"I did." It chuckled heartily, it was in good spirits. I paused, and growled.

"Tell me right now." I said. The little giggling bastards sighed.

"I wish you could remember, so often I wish you could."

"Shut-up," I interrupted, "just tell me, like you always enjoy doing." I grumbled. I heard it gigle again, stop, sigh, then breathe deeply.

" I don't know if I enjoy this right now." It said in a serious voice, the type of tone I had never heard from it before. It was confusing me, and I couldn't tell if it was purposely this time or not. It was always reading my thought, but that might habve been because it was me.

"I mean it, that woman, she's beautiful, she showed love, for someone I thought could never be shown love," it paused, then continued after a deep breath, "and that's you." It ended. I didn't know what ot think.

It continued on, "Well us really, I mean, we are one aren't we?" I didn't respond, I didn't know what to say anymore. Was it serious? Was I serious? I tried to speak, but a hoarse cry came out, even in my mind. It breathed heavily.

"Well," another deep breath, "I guess this is goodbye, I understand if you don't say anything." A small breath escaped from my mouth as it said the last words. I didn't know what was going on anymore. What was happening? The purple started to fade away, it was seeming to be sucked away by something, somewhere. It was gone, the room was white, starchy, it was pure.

"Are you there?" I said aloud.

"Mmm... yep." Came a voice. It sounded familiar, it warmed me, but it had an almost impish quality to it. I knew I had heard it before, but where from? I didn't know. I heard shuffling beside me. The woman! I had forgotten about her. I turned quickly, and met her gaze. She was sitting up now, the sheet wrapped around her breasts. She smiled at me, it was beautiful. My eyes were settled on hers. They were a slight purple. I didn't know what ot say, what to think, I simply smiled in return. Her smile grew, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips, then blushed lightly. I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do, but my smile grew wider. It looks like she had gotten rid of whatever was inside me. But what was it inside me? Was it her? With an impish voice, and those purple eyes. Or was it that opposite? Had she saved me? I didn't know, and the more I looked at her, the less I started to care. I thought this would have been a regular day, yet, I found this, and it made my smile grow as I thought about it, and as I looked at her, into those beautiful, purple eyes.

The End.