Beginning of a story I started writing today. It randomly ends and needs a lot of editing,, like knowing what the fucking plot's gonna be and reaching chapter three but here it is since I haven't posted anything in ages...


"Untitled"


Janna sits at the table speechless. She makes no move for the food in front of her, just crosses her arms and stares at the cieling. Her mom sits across from her. They're in their kitchen, sitting at the little table where they do every day. But to Janna this isn't just every day, this is something different. this is something new. This is something terribly wrong.
"Honey," her mom says. "I know you're not happy but-"
"Not happy?" Janna interrupts. "I'm a little more than 'not happy'. I'm pissed mom, okay?"
Her mom tries to regain control.
"Janna please, just try to understand-"
"Understand what?" Janna shouts, standing. "uUderstand how dad's been gone two months and you've already gone and moved on? Understand that I had no say and you barely cared enough to tell me?"
She stares right at mer mom's eyes but her mom avoids them and looks down at the ground, at the ancient carpet that's been there since they got the house.
"Then I understand mom, I really fucking get it."
Her mom remains silent.
"Thanks mom, thanks a lot for everything."
With this Janna starts to storm off to her room but she stops. She turns back to her mom, walks over, and punches her in the face.
"Fuck you." She says and then goes straight out the front door to their shitty little apartment.
Janna's mom. Sits up straight in the chair and reaches over for the food that her daughter had left there. She takes both her plate and the one untouched by her daughter and sides them off into the trash. She goes over to the refrigerator, gets an ice pack and presses it to the bruise.
"Sorry Janna," she says.
She then shuts off the light and goes to the couch to fall asleep.

...

Janna runs through the city like there's someone chasing her. It's dark out, her only light coming from the nearby apartments and the few working street lights that line the road. She doesn't care that the world is black, she already thinks that her world is black. That she is the only one who feels like that.
It was some stupid shit that her mom pulled on her today. It was difficult enough that they had to move to this run down neighborhood and that she couldn't see her dad anymore but the fact that her mom was already hooking up with another man killed the cat.
But Janna didn't want to think about her and her shitty life. She wanted to think about getting away from it. Going to a new place where everything was all right in the world. Where goddamned butterflies and unicorns made up the population and everything was made of rainbows and smiley faces. What a load of dumb shit but she knew exactly where she could find something to get close to that.
She arrived at his place not ten minutes later, and immediately started banging on his door. Lights in a neighbor's apartment went on but she didn't care.
Finally, he came downstairs and opened the door.
"The fuck?" he said as she pushed herself inside.
"Hi, Allan," She said, sitting down on his couch and catching her breath.
"The hell are you doing here, Janna?"
He had obviously been sleeping or something close to it, telling from his half awake attitude and grumpy disposition.
"I need some more," She simply put.
He woke up a little more then, knowing exactly what she was asking.
"You got any money?" he asked.
"No," she responded. "But allan, I really do need it and I can always pay you back, you know that, right?"
The truth was she could and had always been able to actually follow through with paying. She got a child support payment from her dad

Random poem written on the spot.

first line is the title.

I have no clue what it means other than ANGST.



I feel life is like a paper jam
Stuck within a technological wasteland
Of ignorant soldiers to masses of asses
And only the fallen may rise from the dead
And only the whores are the ones who give head
But I am still breathing,
My heart is still beating
And I can’t lie it is okay

Enough to deal with is a shitfest of dung
A nest of the shit is flung towards the sun
But only reaches so high, eventually comes down
Out of the sky, in your face, what a clown
Covered in shit like I am everyday
But the shit smell gets better
After the weather
So maybe things’ll stay that way

Righteous wrongful actions to take
But when you wake you’re at the wake
And the coffin is closed
Cause the death was so gruesome
And once you are dead there’s no chance to get some
But if by a rare occasion
A woman has that fixation
You might get a boner, and good things will work out today.


(not that great a poem)