I Love You, Please Don't Shoot Me.

I KNOW, I KNOW.
Because obviously, I did it.
I'm spreading the love.

SURPRISE. :D

So I really hope you like it, and I swear to whatever that I'll change EVERYTHING back after the seventh. EVERYTHING. :)
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(including.the.line.under.the.title....promise.)

-----Much later....-----
So, I found this on my uncle's computer, and it hadn't even been TOUCHED, let alone looked at, since NOVEMBER of 2005.
You think I'm a good writer? Well, two years ago, I bet you a million and two dollars you'd be appalled to read anything I wrote. Check. This. Out.


“DOVESSA!” mother called.
“Coming!”
I wasn’t coming, and bet mother knew. I hadn’t been out of my room all morning.
“This INSTANT!”
“Yes, mother.”
I knew I was in trouble, but little was I worried. As heir to Weshendele, not much could be done to punish her, but ground her to the Summer tower, which I knew mother would never do. Never.
“Go fish.” I told Annette, her maid. She looked at me nervously and drew a card. She looked at her hand. “Have any Threes?”
“No, misses. I can get some, if you’d like.”
I sighed and slapped the cards down on her bed. “It’s Go Fish, Annette. You don’t want to have the card I say. You tell me to go fish whenever you don’t have one.”
Annette looked at her lady, pure horror on her face.
“I can’t, m’am. I wouldn’t dream of disobeying you!”
I sighed and took up her cards.
“You really need to loosen up, Annette.”
“Yes, m’am.” she complied as instructed.
As she cleaned up the cards, Dovessa lay down, only to hear the infamous laugh of Desina, Annette’s twin sister. I knew I was in for it now.
“’Nette, why are you cleaning? You should be helping ‘Vessa get ready for her new suitor. He’s a cutie!” She giggled and look at Dovessa. “’Vessa?”
I realized I was glaring at her, and instantly made her glare more intense.
“Yes, Desina, I have a problem. Annette is my maid, not yours, and I may do would I’d like.” I smirked. “Tell my mother, no.”
Desina frowned. “It’s about your brother.”
Dovessa strode into the ballroom with mixed emotions. Were her brothers coming home? Or did her mother summon her only to tell me that they weren’t coming home - ever?
As Dovessa rounded the wall into the grand hall, I started running. Zach, her youngest brother, was standing in the hall, taking to their mother. I ran towards him, and he turned around in time for her to see him wince.
I stopped abrupty. “Zach?”
He flinched again. “Dovessa.”
His voice was still strong, but it held a hint of pleading in it. I knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t only from the way he was dressed.
Even in a torn shirt and dirt stained uniform, he was still as handsome as he’d ever been. Black hair and green eyes shone out upon his boyish, loving face.
“Zach, are y-”
He held up his hand for her to stop and turned to mother.
“Mother, may I escort Dovessa up to her room? I believe she has matters to discuss with me, as do I with her.”
She nodded and frowned at her daughter. She had never loved her as much as she had the others, but as long as Zach or Kirsten sided with Dovessa, her wrath subsided.
Zach grabbed her arm, and started to walk up the stairs. “C’mon,” he whispered.
They walked slowly up the stairs. When they finally reached the top, away from their mother and her maids, he turned Dovessa around and put his hands on her shoulders. He was taller than her now, and he had to look down to look at her. Even with the height difference, he leaned down and engulfed his only sister in a hug.
“Vessa,” he laughed. “Oh my…”
Dovessa hugged him back, shocked. He was still the same brother that had left her only two years ago.
“Gods, Zach. I’ve missed you.” I smiled as he hugged me harder. “What have you been up to?”
He pulled back and grinned. “A lot. We went to Barsalona, and Kirs…” He fell silent.
“Zach,” I asked cautiously. “Where is Kirsten?”
He stepped away from me.
“Zach…?” Chills erupted down Dovessa’s back.
Zach brought his eyes to her. They were blank and empty.
“Zach isn’t here.” He said bluntly. His voice wasn’t the same. He grew pale and his hair, darker than usual. “And neither is Kirsten.”
You know those moments where your body screams for you to run? Well, if there was one moment where Dovessa could say that happened in her life, it would have to be then. Her brain screamed to get out and away; to run as far away as possible. But something drowned out the signals: Her blood.
Before I really had time to react, I pulled a candle holder off the wall, the unlit candle dropping to the floor.
“Oh.” He said. Just ‘oh.’
But he knew who I was at that moment. And Dovessa had already known.
I smirked, but stopped suddenly when he mirrored her expression.
“You’re the last one, Dovessssa.” His smirk grew. “Gargesss will prevail.”

I literally couldn't

1. Pick between first and third person in the middle of a sentence.
2. Be clear.
3. Make a character freaky.
4. WRITE.

Ugh. Disgusting.