Here's the continuation of Frenemy. Enjoy. And thanks for reading! Check out my blog for the story in its entirety, all the way up to this point at: http://redhead2391writing.blogspot.com/ Redhead out.
Frenemy 18
I knew the identification number. I looked at the number almost every day. The image, slightly changed, would always be familiar, always visible. The name below the number, only half of it meant anything.
Dax’s strong-willed Killjoy and rebellion leader was called Lucky Jinx. The photograph was of me.
I dropped the journal. It hit the floor with a loud thud. I didn’t know how to react. Should I hate him? He betrayed me, stole my life from me. It meant my current life was a lie. My memories contradicted everything he wrote though. I meet him at a club, one of the few times I agreed to go out with Sash. How could it be we’d actually meet months before?
My head ached with my jumbled thoughts. I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, though I would’ve preferred something much stronger. Early sunlight bled through the shades over the windows behind my couch. I knew I was supposed to report for duty in a few hours. I really didn’t feel like dealing with that crap today, but I had bills to pay. I dragged my butt to my room, looking for my uniform. I changed, brushed my hair back and braided it, and slipped on my boots. I slipped my holster on and strapped in my gun. I caught my reflection in the photo of me and Dax. We were so happy. God. I hoped it was all a horrible lie written in that journal.
I grabbed my mask and I.D. badge. I stepped on the journal by accident. I scooped it up, tossing it on my bed. The little book bounced a couple of times before settling near my pillows. An envelope slipped free, slightly bent. My name was written on the front. I picked it up, knowing it was from Dax because of the handwriting. I didn’t particularly feel like reading it right then. I tucked it inside my uniform, glancing at the clock; unfortunately, it was time for work.
The journal entries stuck with me. Every checkpoint I stopped for made me wonder if the person beneath the expressionless mask was a former Killjoy. I tried to shake the thoughts but they were always there, pestering, because, I think, deep down, I know every word written was the absolute truth.
Sorry it's short, but it's all I've got for now. Hope you liked it. :)
