Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Nick witnessed everything and then left, so if you've seen him, please call. His friends miss him.
Somehow, they also managed to review movies. (Also, Nick's not actually lost, please don't call.)
Those movies were Speed Racer, Stand By Me, and Chappie.
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Thursday, March 5, 2015
In addition to the usual banter and complete nonsense are hosts ramble on about, they also got to watch some movies, which were The Brothers Bloom, The Tale of Princess Kaguya, and Focus.
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Charlotte walked through the living room, into the kitchen of her childhood home, and out the back door. The old back porch creaked under her feet, matched by the screech of the old door hinges, and she rushed off the porch, onto the dirt backyard to her Civic.
She hopped inside the car, trying to push every last memory out, and focused on what she needed to do for the rest of the day. While it was just as scary as the haunting memories of her life, at least the task at hand didn’t petrify her to the point where she couldn’t move.
Charlotte started her Civic, and slowly pulled out of the back driveway, dust kicking into the air, the sounds of rocks beneath her wheels, and she drove through the dirt path that led out of her backyard and behind several other properties that lined her childhood street.
The sloped roofs of the neocolonial houses still indicated the slight rain from earlier in the day. The rain had only lasted about half an hour, but its remains still betrayed its occurrence nevertheless. Charlotte thought back to when she once got a frisbee stuck on a neighbor’s roof, and there it stayed for weeks, because she had been too shy to tell the neighbor what had happened.
The smell of the aforementioned rain was strong and it served as enough of a refreshing diversion from the weighted emotions in her mind that she cracked the driver side window so that the scent could fill the car.
At first, her grip on the wheel was very tight and she was worried that should anything jump out in front of her as she drove, that her inevitable overreaction would cause her to lose control of the vehicle and get herself and likely others killed.
But the smell of the departed rain and the relaxing freedom of being on the move in her car eased her tension a little, and so her grip on the steering wheel loosened.
Friday, February 27, 2015
We still had to watch movies, however, so we did. With Steven picking the DVD watches, we went ahead and watched Indian Jones and the Last Crusade, Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country, and The DUFF.
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Monday, February 23, 2015
Releasing her grip from the arms of the chair, Charlotte searched for her her calm. It only half arrived and it took several more minutes for Charlotte to wrench herself from the chair and to stand.
She thought, fleetingly, of Todd and wondered if he’s already received her letter. She wondered if he would even come back, given the way everything played out for him. Particularly between he and Charlotte’s mother.
Reconciling that past would not be easy for him, that much Charlotte knew, but she also knew how much she needed him right now. And that was something Todd did not know.
She would be blindsiding him and, assuming he arrived at all, the risk that he would leave right then and there stood out. But Charlotte knew she did not have a choice. At least not by her thinking.
The way things fell into place, the course she had set for herself, and the course that others had set for her meant that Charlotte was walking a dangerous path that she could no longer walk on her own. While her mother would have immediately demanded she not do something as foolish as this, every ounce of her being told her she had to complete this, for her mother, for herself, and even for Todd, who probably deserved more closure than anyone else over Amy’s death, next to Charlotte herself.
Standing, Charlotte knew she had to do something. Staying in the house all day would do her no good, and she also needed to get out there and meet Todd. They weren’t long for the meeting time now, and she needed to settle her nerves before this meeting. So much depended on it.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Also, they reviewed Zero Theorem, Rain Man, and Jupiter Ascending!
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Monday, February 9, 2015
Charlotte, with both hands, gripped the arms of the chair and held her breath. She knew this feeling well; panic attacks were frequent for Charlotte anymore.
The pain shot through her chest and and she stared straight ahead, feeling the invisible wall close in around her. Her grip on the chair’s arms grew and she felt as though she was going to tear the arms off. Quivering, everything felt cold and hot at the same time.
She wished she could close her eyes, shut out the world around her, but her shut eyes would only open her to the world of her mind, a scarier and far less predictable world, where familiar, sad, and deadly images would flood the vision of her mind’s eye so rapidly and without mercy that her panic would only grow to the point of irresistible agony.
She tried to regulate her breathing, to practice what her doctor had told her, but it proved to be difficult each time she suffered this, with short, quick breaths taking the place of the longer, deeper, more relaxed breaths she desperately craved.
She could never tell if she was dizzy during these episodes. Everything felt too off while that invisible wall crushed her. She couldn’t move her head, she couldn’t move her body, save for the involuntary spasms up and down her arms and legs and back, and she couldn’t break free from the powerful grip of this invisible force. Her body rejected her control and instead became a shaking stone, where movement proved not only a fleeting dream, but an impossibility.
Minutes passed and Charlotte fought the tears welling in her eyes. Not because she was embarrassed, or ashamed, but because it was the only power she felt she had left over her body when this happened.