Dear Diary 2: Chapter 6

Honestly, I want to know what you all think. I wanted so much to write a chapter today about just a normal day back in Hayes. A normal Saturday where Nick and Ana walk to the movie theatre, just so you know that their whole lives aren't drama. But I don't feel like this story is as good as the last. Tell me what you honestly think.

Ooh, and sorry for the delay. My internet was broken and I had to get someone to come out and fix it.
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We stood beside the wall for a while. I wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, because of what may or may not be following us, but Nick seemed to be thinking and as long as he stood there, I was determined to as well. Time went by slower than when we walked and, as I usually did when I got nervous, I twisted the thin string of black pearls that adorned my neck.

As Nickolas often did when he was nervous, he ran his fingers through his silky black hair. His hair never looked as rough as it should though, it always went back to it's original placement- seeming to shine even in the darkness that consumed us. About ten minutes ago he had began to pace, slowly at first then with more speed. He seemed oblivious.

After watching him another three minutes, which is alot longer than it sounds, I walked forward and placed my hand on his arm, just as he was turning to complete the back and forth movement of his silent march.

"Nick," I hesitated, but he looked at me so I knew I had his attention. He raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Yes, love?" He said looking down at my hand that rested on his arm. I blushed as I realized that he was looking at the ring that signified his ownership of me. He joked about it often and used it as an excuse to glare at any man who spoke to me. He wasn't the jealous type so it always stunned me when he did. I think maybe I wasn't completely used to the idea of being engaged, though the wedding was a long way off and only fantasies danced in my head.

"Well, not to complain, but we have been standing here a while. If we were being chased by zombies we would most definitely be dismembered by now, but I was thinking that I am really hungry. Worse still, I have to pee, and also, I'm so tired that I feel like a zombie and at this point and it would be really nice if we could just please, for the sake of GOD, move along." I thought he might be annoyed with my impatience but he surprised me by laughing. He nearly doubled over, clutching his stomach, but I didn't get it. I hadn't made a joke. I was imagining eating his brains even as he stood laughing at me.

I turned and huffily stamped away, in the general direction of any way we had not already been. He caught my arm and worked to contain his laughter. "I'm sorry Ana, don't be mad. I was just thinking of how differently I had planned for this vacation to go."

I raised my eyebrow, "And how had you planned it to go? I would hope not like this." I said making a broad gesture to the vast expanse of trees and darkness that converged into a wall of black all around us. "Who knows, we've been walking for so damn long that could very well be the Great Wall of China. We could be in Canada or the Freaking English Countryside." I stopped and gasped dramatically, "No... we're in Omish Country. That explains everything; the creepy eyes, the strange land, the miles of corn, and the lack of all that is human life. Ooh and not to mention those-"

Nick's lips caught mine and he pulled my face against his, his hands roamed my face as I calmed down. It took a few minutes of him kissing me but eventually I was able to feel my heart beat again. "Sorry, I won't do that again." I whispered, his forehead leaning against mine.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes closed, but did not pull away from our embrace. "I thought it was kind of cute actually," he said as he smiled, then his smiled faded, "but I did get us into this. I'm so sorry, and I promise I will get us out of here as soon as I can."

"Fine, I forgive you but next time we decide to see family promise that they will be the ones coming to us." I rolled my eyes and leaned away.

His eyes widened in mock horror, "ooh no, don't tell me that she would rather be in Hayes Crossing eating popcorn in a movie theatre this fine Saturday night."

I felt a frown creep across my face and tears fill my eyes. He saw this somehow, even in the dark, and hugged me. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I want to go home. I want to be watching a scary movie Nick. I want to be fighting over the popcorn, I want to sleep in my own bed." He silently rubbed my back, "just this once, I don't was us to be the ones living the movie Nick."

"Well if that's the case then we'd better get moving. We have to get around the Berlin wall, preferably before daybreak."

I laughed and then grabbed his hand, we made our way back through the woods feeling the ground with our feet.

And then we froze, just as we stepped onto the dirt that marked the thin road. Above us a thousand colors danced through the sky a million colors fighting each other for control of the one strip of visible sky, though only for a second before dimming back into the grey that was our oppression. When the lights faded we did not look away, but stared at the sky.

It would be light soon, but that did not comfort me. I felt as if we were missing something. Something was out of place, something we forgot.