Author: doublejointedbackflip2c7 PM
Moscow, Russia - 26 December 1938 - The snow. The rain. The train. The trees. I don't want to leave my beloved home, my beloved Moscow. I'll miss too much here. My family is one thing, definitely. I'll definitely miss them. The food is another thing. I'm feeling trepidation about how the food in my new city will taste. Oh damn. My heart's a frantic tattoo!Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 14 - Words: 30,364 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-18-12 - Published: 05-21-12 - id: 3024688
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DJBF2C7: And I'm struggling to keep my edge.
Chapter Thirteen: Did you hear me?
(23 January 1939 – 09:30hrs)
It's been two days since I've seen Aleksandr. It's weird. Not hearing his adorably shaky voice. I was supposed to do something today. I forget what it was. Something hard hit something metallic. That's been happening since yesterday. My ears hurt. Oh right. I was going to go complain to Aleksandr about all of this loud noise. It's never this loud in his flat. Mostly because he's usually over here.
"Where's your whore?!" I heard another clang. "Did you hear me, Sasha? I asked you where your whore was!"
"She's not a whore, and I said leave her out of this!"
"Oh. Is this her?! She's hideous!"
"You bumbling idiot! Why did you rip the photo?!
"And is this a recent journal entry? Oh, its about the whore?"
"Anastasia. Stop." Aleksandr's voice grew weaker.
"Oh... A poem? About her?"
"I need to go out..." I heard a door slam, and knocking on mine. I slowly opened mine. "Hello, mein lieber (my dear). May I come in?"
"Of course." I opened it more, and looked at Aleksandr's face. "Have a seat." Aleksandr came in, closed the door, and locked it. He sat down on the couch, and started rocking. "What happened?" I sat next to him, and he flinched. He relaxed a bit, and wiped his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know. I don't want to talk about it." I nodded, and put my head on his shoulder. "What have you been doing this whole time?"
"You read a lot." Aleksandr slightly laughed. "That's good."
"Yes it is." Aleksandr nodded. I got up, grabbed my stack of papers, and sat on the floor. "What are you doing?"
"Writing and drawing"
"Writing and drawing what?"
"Words and pictures." Aleksandr joined me on the floor. He put his head in my lap. "What are you doing?"
"I needed to be close to someone." Aleksandr touched my feet. "How was your day?"
"Good, I suppose. Aside from all of the yelling and screaming I heard coming from your flat."
"You heard what happened in my flat?"
"It's impossible not to. You two were so loud... Then you got quiet."
"You heard me..." Aleksandr moved his hands. "I want to go now." Aleksandr sat up, and kissed my neck. "Don't be surprised if I come to your door drunk."
"You've done it more than once. I shouldn't be surprised by now." Aleksandr kissed my cheek.
"Good." Aleksandr got up, and stretched. "I'll be going now. Don't wait up for me." I nodded. "Love you, Raisa." Aleksandr left.
-Memory: Fast Forward-
(23 January 1939 – 11:30hrs)
I looked in the mirror. Oh dear, my face. Scars... Acne... Oh goodness. I grabbed my clothes. I'm going out tonight. Going out? I've spent too much time around Aleksandr. Going out is more his thing. I dressed, and left my flat.
I hit the cold streets of St. Petersburg. I took off in a sprint to warm myself up. I'm wearing relatively little. Pants, boots, a shirt. That's it. No hats. No jackets. No scarves. What I'm wearing is spring wear. I can't wait for spring. I'll be able to wear more of my clothes. I stopped sprinting, and started walking.
"Hey! Woman!" I looked back. Some man called me. "What's your name?"
I bit my lip. "Raisa."
"Raisa..." This man approached me. "Well Raisa, are you married?"
"Do you want to have fun tonight?"
"I wasn't exactly looking for fun. I just had to get some fresh air."
"Ah... Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I suppose I could call him my boyfriend."
"Oh." The man walked away from me. That was weird. I kept walking, and looked at a bar. I wouldn't be surprised if Aleksandr was in there. I looked at the patrons in there. No. Aleksandr isn't in there. I went to the shop Vasilii took me to. I need the cigarettes. I also saw beautiful dolls and pocket watches in there. It's still open! Excellent!
-Memory: Fast Forward-
(23 January 1939 – 23:30hrs)
"Raisa." I looked down the hallway, and saw Aleksandr's silhouette. "Raisa."
"Raisa! There you are!" Aleksandr staggered down the hallway to me. "Where were you? I was knocking at your door for two hours!"
"I took a walk, Aleksandr. There's no need to be worried."
"Did I imply that I was worried?"
"You asked where I was. I assumed that you was worried."
"I was. Now open the door, lady!"
"Don't rush me."
"I'm not rushing." Aleksandr put his hands on my shoulders. "This is rushing." He pushed me towards the door, then picked me up. "Now I'm carrying you." Aleksandr set me down at the door, and put his head on my shoulder. "Open it, lady." He gave me my keys. "I took your keys when I picked you up. What's in the bag? Did you go shopping?"
"I did go shopping."
"What did you get?"
"I got some things. You'll see them when I open the door."
"Well hurry!" I sighed, and laughed.
"Don't rush me."
"Did you get fun things?"
"Fun things like what?"
"Fun things." Aleksandr sighed. "Never mind. Open the door!" I did so, and Aleksandr took my bag from me. He sat on the floor, and took everything out. "You have dolls." I nodded.
"I wanted dolls to put in here."
"Do you like dolls?" I nodded. "I have dolls."
"I'd get them for you, truly, I would, but I don't have complete access to my flat." I nodded. Aleksandr put his head on my lap. "I'm going to sleep."
"Well don't sleep on me. Get on the chair."
"I'm not going to sleep if you're not there."
"Then you will not sleep."
"Yes, I will." Aleksandr lightly knocked me to the floor, and slept on my arm. Damn it...
DJBF2C7: Gaise... Don't you ever read creepypasta. *sobs silently* Don't you ever... Not even the bronies.