Word Count: 28,819

Neria and Kimily shouted at each other for… 2 pages straight. Words came FLYING out. ♥ I’m so sorry I got them fighting, BUT OMG YAY WORDS.

Excerpt:

“Maybe?” Kimily replied, sitting up right.

“Yeah, only a maybe,” Neria answered with a laugh.

“Well at least I know something’s changing for you… I feel like I’m almost holding you back in some way… I guess it would a little, considering what happened, but in all honesty why would that cause you to come here…? There’s got to be something that hasn’t changed yet that needs to…”

“Can’t life stay just like this?” Neria shot back.

“Neria, it’s just not meant to be this way, you know that.”

“So what?” Neria raised her voice. “Can’t I just stay happy this way? So what if it’s not the best choice. I don’t care, I want to be with you Kimily, I don’t care about if it’s the right life choice or whatever. As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.”

“I… I think that’s the problem here…”

An awkward silence followed Kimily’s statement.

“What do you mean…?” Neria asked, breaking the silence.

“I mean that… that you can’t be with me anymore. I’m… well… not aliv—”

“Don’t even say it, that’s not important.”

“Yes it is, Neria! Why don’t you get that? I’m not alive, and things have to change! You can’t let yourself live in the past like this for the rest of your life, it’s just plain not right! I know you love me, and it’s nice to know you still care about me even now, but you really need to get your head out of the clouds and put it back on your head! Seriously Neria, can’t you get it?!” Kimily shouted as she stood up.

“What is this, I don’t even know! Why can’t you just get it that this is how I want to live? Shouldn’t you be happy I’m here too?” Neria returned fire, standing up as well.

Part of the fighting. :P

Final NaNo Word Count: 60,019

My novel is not done, however, I’m taking a small break to catch up on things like Anime and PangYa for a little while and will come back to writing during the weekend. I’ve been driving myself crazy for the past month to write this thing, and I now know I’m nearing my end, so that’s good for now.

No excerpt cause I don’t have anything to share.

Word Count: 58,120

OWNIN’ HUR. LET ME HIT 58K WHOOT GO ME. I WILL HIT 60K.

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That is all.

Either way, dinner was soon ready and Arika had to get up and Ned had to pause. The meal was delicious and left Arika feeling satisfied. She stayed and watched as Ned finished the game with the defeat of the main boss, to which he shouted with joy and sung along with the song that played in the credits. Arika found the song a bit weird and creepy, but it was also a little cute and addicting. She soon caught onto the fact the words to the song were on the side and tried to sing to herself inside her head. She had never really tried singing inside her head, and it felt extremely weird. Arika stopped after a verse or two of the song and vowed to never attempt to sing again. She was a lyricist, not a singer.

Arika headed off to bed with ease, knowing that what tomorrow held was at least not another visit to the “doctor.” While still a little nerve racking, going to see the orphanage beat out the laboratory by over nine thousand points in her book.

Yes I mentio Portal (Said earlier) and used OVER 9000. Go me for sillyness!

Word Count: 53,260

hitting a slow down. D: Twilight tomorrow for the lulz.

nighty-night time. no excerpt today.

Word Count: 50,034

Green bar looks yummeh. Omnomnom. Go me. Purple bar tomorrow. I think I may wake up early to get it lol. xD I are obssesed. x3 50K, Bubble Bath, PangYa! and Heroes! Best monday EVAR! *goes off to celebrate*

Excerpt beneath the cut as usual!

Arika looked to her calendar before marking off a day. Today was the anniversary of sorts since Arika had begun her monthly visits. She sighed, missing her bimonthly check ups of uneventful boringness. She hadn’t seen Bridget in almost as long, though she had heard from Riana that Bridget would be at least able to live at home soon. Arika read the date, February 10^th. She had another visit today, and she was expecting another dual shock with Riana. Arika sighed, feeling horrible about looping Riana into this mess now as well. Turns out the laboratory hadn’t forgotten about Riana, they were merely waiting for her to be useful. Arika didn’t have to head off anywhere after school, so she decided ahead of time to go to the café to see Tara. She hadn’t visited for a good cup of tea since the early fall. Arika didn’t like heading out into the cold, especially when it was snowing. And man did it snow the past winter, which kept Arika nice and cozy inside. Arika wondered what Tara had been up to in almost four months and figured that she could find out today since, while still a little cold, Arika had free time and not to mention the café spent much more money on heating than the laboratory.

Arika crossed the hallway after getting ready and locking her door to the Forensik apartment. She noticed the door was a sliver open, just enough to say “Come on in!” and so Arika just let herself in. Ned turned, hearing the door creak quietly and merely nodded hello. Arika returned it with a nod as well and took a seat. Things never seemed to change here, which defiantly pleased Arika. She liked to see this family not broken apart no matter how many times she saw them. Ned still watched the same shows, though it seemed he had added a few new ones into the mix, and Ellie still made the same delicious meals every morning and evening. Arika smiled as she thought of how nothing really changed. While Arika didn’t exactly dislike change, she didn’t like how every change that happened in her life ended up for the worse.

Breakfast was unusually loud as Ned had something to talk about today. Arika paid it no mind and ate her meal in silence. After finishing she took her plate into the kitchen and put it into the sink before heading off to school. The day was going to be dreadfully boring. With the new school year Arika had ended up in a mere three classes with Mireille, which left her pretty alone most of the day. While she wasn’t too fond of Mireille’s outbursts, being able to talk about what was going on to someone who understood to some extent was a nice luxury, which, unfortunately, had been taken away from her without any option of regaining it. She could have always asked to change classes, but that didn’t seem logical since she would just be turned down anyways. So she went on through the year with just a few classes with Mireille. At least she had lunch with her that made her fell better.

All Arika remembered about the school day was a test with questions she didn’t know, some sleep somewhere in there, and something about a project she chose Mireille to work with for. The details slipped her mind as she headed to the café for a visit with Tara. Arika took a deep breath, unsure of what she might find, and opened the door.Tara was serving someone their order and turned to see Arika. She smiled widely before saying, “Hey, take a seat! I’ll be with you in a moment, alright Arika?” Arika nodded and took a seat at an empty table. Tara knew her order by heart now, which made Arika’s life all that much easier. She never had to worry about saying what she wanted anymore, like she used to when she came on a regular basis. Arika missed those days, though she did vaguely remember a girl she played with when she visited. She knew now that girl had been Tara, and thought it was a nice thing to see her again though she hadn’t realized. Arika smelled the tea and coffee mix in the air while waiting for her order. She loved the smell of this place. She looked around for something to entertain her and caught someone she thought looked familiar. A blond haired girl sitting down typing away furiously on her laptop some story. Arika smiled and realized it was one of the writers who had visited so commonly a while ago. While Arika never got to know the girl, she liked to watch as the blond’s face exaggerated whatever she was writing at the time. Arika watched and tried to create a story with the girl’s faces and emotions while she waited. It was a pretty entertaining game.

Yes, go on and laugh at the self-insert. xD Yeah, that’s supposed to be me that Arika’s looking at. Just a little word count deal.

Word Count: 48,158

I KNOW MY ENDING, GO ME!

And now I realize how much Anime I’m gonna have to go through when this is all said and done with. Ah well. It won’t be that bad I hope. :P

Excerpt below the cut.

“It’s alright Bridget, just calm down…” Arika said as she knelt down by Bridget, her hand still gripping Bridget’s.

“Someone found out about me, didn’t they?” Bree asked coldly.

“Y-yeah… I’m so sorry, I just… My mind was so confused it just…” Arika tried to explain the best she could.

“I knew Riana shouldn’t have trusted you,” Bree’s happiness had faded. “But you wanted to see Riana, right? Follow me then.”

Arika followed Bree, who had snatched her hand away from Arika the moment she heard what had happened. She didn’t even want to be near Arika, even though she could feel that Arika wasn’t lying about them being in trouble. Bree knocked on the door to Riana’s room, and suddenly her anger vanished.

“Hey hey, Riana, Arika wanted to see you!” Bree smiled.

“Oh, Um, come on in Arika,” Riana said.

“Should I stay here?” Bree asked, looking at Arika a little out of the corner of her eyes.

“No, you can—” Riana began before Arika cut her off.

“—Yes, stay here.”

“Huh?” Riana looked to Arika, confused.

“I’ll explain once I come in.”

“Alright then…” Riana replied.

Arika entered quietly, peaking over her shoulder to make sure that Bree was still standing there. Riana shut the door behind her, though Arika turned around and opened it just a crack, to be sure she could hear anything if something happened. She was going just a bit paranoid, but she knew that something horrible was going to go down. Arika took a seat opposite the doorway so that she could still peak out the crack. Arika sighed and spoke.

“They’re supposedly coming to take Bridget.”

“They… they who—Oh, that they,” Riana replied, knowing exactly who Arika was talking about.

“I’m worried. What will they…?” Arika didn’t finish her sentence, but Riana knew just what Arika was getting at.

“Don’t even say it; nothing will happen, got that?” Riana scolded Arika lightly to get her point across.

Of course, she jinxed herself in saying that and the two girls heard a soft scream and a thud from outside.

“What was that?!” Riana said, turning around quickly. Arika got up without another word and swung the door open. She saw Bridget unconscious on the floor, and Mireille’s father pulling a needle out of her arm. Bree had obviously been looking around the hallway randomly and ended up missing the view of her captors until it was too late. Arika didn’t know what to do. The scene had frozen, she was motionless at the door and Mireille’s father was quietly staring back at Arika. ‘Oh god oh god what am I supposed to do?!’ Arika asked herself. She was too slow to think and the doctor picked Bridget up with the help of his assistant and headed down the hallway. ‘Oh no they don’t!’ Arika shouted to herself to spark motivation. She turned and headed down the hallway after them. For a pair of men carrying an unconscious girl down the hallway, they were moving pretty fast. Riana stood back for a few moments before thinking of what to do. She didn’t want to fight back, and yet she knew she had to do something. Arika was gaining on them, and if Riana didn’t get moving she would loose sight of the group. Without a second thought, she told herself to just do it and rushed out of the room after the group.

Arika’s feet pounded against the carpet. A few other maids turned from their work in various rooms to see what the commotion was. None of them acted upon any impulses, and merely stood still looking on at the red haired girl rush down the hallway. None of them seemed to realize what was going on, and none of them seemed to find the need to do anything even after they saw Riana rushing after the group.

She was gaining on them slowly, but soon enough they were out the door and already across the lawn. Arika started to give up; she wouldn’t be able to catch them in time. They got through the gate quickly and headed into a van parked nearby the door. Arika rushed through the gate before it shut, only to see the group drive away. She collapsed onto the sidewalk in utter defeat. Riana soon stood next to her, looking in the distance as the van headed off.

“No…” was all Arika could manage to think.

Word Count: 45,156 (Before Midnight)

Well, it really is near. And for a lot of things too…

1. NaNoWriMo
2. 50K (For Me)
3. 60K (For Me)
4. My Novel

Right now I know where I’m headed and I know how I’m linking it, it’s merely a matter of connecting the dots with the words I need, so I’m really happy. This past week was kinda of bad for me, I couldn’t figure out where to go with what I had and I couldn’t just start writing until late at night. *sighs* At least I can see the end. Sprinting to the end~!

Excerpt below the cut.

Arika sighed and found herself at the café entrance. She didn’t want to go to the lab just yet; or rather she didn’t want to go at all, so she could at least hang around the café. Arika was actually quiet curious about why Tara had her enhanced memory of sorts. Arika didn’t want to guess at it, she wanted to know the truth. She always wanted to know if they had changed what was happening with Tara’s visits since Arika had begun talking to her. Arika walked into the café and Tara heard the bell from the door. She peaked her head out the doorway to see if she knew who had entered. Tara did know and quickly headed back in to make tea. Arika too a seat at an empty table and relaxed by taking deep breaths. Tara quickly arrived with a tray full of tea and sat down after placing the tea cup in front of Arika and pouring the cup.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Tara asked, knowing that Arika’s visits usually means she wants to talk.

Arika hesitated at first, she knew what she was going to say would end up being a delicate topic no matter what sort of answer it would get. She sipped her tea a little before she went to answer. “Why… why do you think you have your ‘photographic’ memory…?”

“I… um…” Tara clearly didn’t want to talk about it, though she continued anyways. “I don’t remember parts of my childhood.” She paused again, taking a sip of her tea as well to calm herself down. “When I realized part of my life had been wiped out of my mind… I wanted to hold onto everything in my memories. I still do, I don’t want to forget anything about my life,” Tara explained.

“Oh, I… I’m sorry,” Arika replied gloomily.

“It… it’s not your fault. I don’t know who to blame for it either. I want someone to blame, but there’s no one who’s at fault for this. I just know that I have to cherish everything while I can still remember it.”

“I guess that’s the best you can do,” Arika replied.

“It’s the only option I’ve got.”

Gonna keep writing to 46K. Off I go…

Word Count: 43,083

not 2K, don’t care, getting late. sleepy.

no excerpt.

Word Count: 42,009

NaNoCounter still eating two words. Anyways, LOL TWILIGHT SUCKS SO BADLY. LOLOLOL. That is all.

Excerpt with 8th Graders cursing like Sailors under the cut!

Bree had it right to keep her secret safe, Arika sure as hell wished she had kept hers from being let out. She was sure as hell regretting it now. ‘If only I hadn’t…’ Arika began to reminisce of the time during which she found out her ability…

It had been only about four years ago which her ability had manifested. She had lived the past ten years a full on mute and stuck in the prison which was the orphanage. Her clothes were less than spectacular, not that her clothes today were all that great either, and her education was a bit rudimentary. She knew her multiplication table and her addition, but nothing else seemed to stay in her head. Arika left the prison for only a little while with adopted parents at the age of five, but because of parental problems they soon became unsuitable and Arika was taken from the little bit of light her life had seen. She missed her parents dearly, as well as her voice, and only dreamed of seeing them again. But little Arika knew that she would never see them again, she had seem the injuries that they had sustained… there was no way in heaven or hell they would be able to live through such horrible impalements.

She still went to school as usual, though due to her inability to vocalize, she found it extremely hard to make friends and was quickly branded as the outcast. She was left out of a lot of groups, and there was no way she was accepted by a lot of her classmates, which left her alone for most of her schooling.

Well, up until the moment she intruded her classmate’s mind.

It was just a normal day, Arika’s thoughts ran wild against all of her classmates. She was sick of being left out and sick of being made fun of. She had to do a group project, which of course the teacher didn’t give a damn about Arika’s problem to find a group (What a lovely teacher, don’t you think?), and left her to fend for herself. Arika walked up to a group and tried to motion for them to understand. Sign language might have been nice, except for the fact that no one would get it anyways so it wasn’t worth the effort to learn. The group merely laughed loudly at her, which chain reationed to cause the entire class to burst into laughter. Arika, her face flushed with embarrassment, let her head fill up with thoughts like daggers, each one aiming right into the boy’s head. Shockingly, one actually made it there. It wasn’t exactly very nice either, which caused him to curse off Arika back, since she would be the only candidate to have said something.

“I’m a what, you little mute bitch?”

“Billy!” The teacher shouted, hearing the use of language.

“Go on, say it again however you did it!” Billy taunted Arika, so she tried it again.

“Fuck off.” Arika shouted into the boy’s head.

“A-Arika?!” The teacher spoke in horror.

“Th-that… that was i-in m-my h-head…!” He replied, shocked and horrified.

“Yeah so what? Wanna try me again?” Arika tested her luck. She knew it wasn’t best to be pushing it, but she didn’t give a damn.

“I’d like my mind back Mute!”

“Not gonna happen, unless you want me to lose,” Arika replied smugly.

Wrong choice of words.

Billy’s temper took off in the shape of a flying punch. For a split second Arika felt it coming and quickly moved away, causing him to miss. Unfortunately for her, that little bit of luck didn’t come back and he ended up giving her a black eye. Both of them served detention, though Arika also had a second detention of sorts to go to… The Laboratory. At the time, she hadn’t known what was to come from it, but she tried to think it would all go well. They treated her like a little princess, which made her feel really happy. Plus, she could talk there without fear of using her talent. She was made feel welcome and wanted. But she soon realized that they wanted her too much, life there was horrid after they took custody of her. Not the best choice she ever made, but Arika was sure now if she had denied, the sorts of things going on now might have come much sooner.

Arika finally pulled herself out of her memories and realized she was home again.

:D

Word Count: 40,225

Nanoisms and Excerpt Below. Also, Bridget has MPD. Oh the joys of Psych.

“Hello there, are you Miss Arika?” The maid asked, apparently she knew what the keychain meant. Arika just nodded her head, afraid to reply with her “voice”, and hopped that would be enough. “I’ll bring Riana here in just a moment. Please take a seat here,” The maid motioned to a cushioned chair to the right hand of the doorway. As Arika took a seat the maid scooted off to find Riana. At least then Arika could talk with more then yes or no. The maid returned for just a moment and opened the door for Riana. The blue eyed maid dismissed the other and headed over to Arika. Riana crossed the room quickly and quietly, which surprised Arika because she had expected at her pace she would at least cause a louder sound from her feet hitting the ground. When Riana reached Arika she nodded and motioned for Arika to follow her to another room. Arika stood up and had to move fast to keep up. She was lead into a room which seemed pretty cut off from everywhere else. It was less decorated than the main hallway and a little less rich looking.

“Alright, so what do you want to know?” Riana asked.

“A couple of things really…” Arika began and dug through her bags for the sheets of lyrics that Bridget had written on. “These first of all. Bridget took them and wrote some stuff on them, I don’t get what they mean.”

Riana read the handwritten portion at the bottom of each sheet and merely nodded. “What else did you want to know?”

Arika was caught a bit off guard, ‘No answer?’ “Um, why… why was she so different this last time I saw her?” Arika asked, a bit unsure of what answer she might receive.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Riana replied regretfully.

The room grew quiet as Arika couldn’t think of anything else to ask. Both of her questions had been shot down and denied which pretty much left her speechless. Riana was a bit afraid if Arika would keep on pounding the questions; this topic was not safe for her to talk about. Arika looked into Riana’s eyes, which were now fluttering across the surfaces in the room, and tried to see if she should pursue her answers more. With Riana’s feelings coming out through her eyes, Arika knew if she did this right she would most likely get what she came here for, ‘But is that the right thing to do?’

Against her better judgment Arika began to talk again.

“Bridget seems really interested in my lyrics. She said she wanted to sing and let her voice out. When I asked her about her parents she said she couldn’t remember them well, why? Does it have to do with her change over the course of just a day?” Arika’s conscious started to attack her for making the worse of her choices, but she knew she had to keep at it. “When she looked at my lyrics the next day she was entirely different. She tossed sheets on the ground; she didn’t seem all that interested in singing though she did anyways. She was like a different person. …Is that really what’s going on?” Upon speaking, Arika’s mind had started to think about what could really be going on and began to tack on her own thoughts to her statements.

“It… it is.” Riana replied hesitantly.

“It is what?”

“She’s two people Arika,” Riana repeated.

“H-how is she two people?” Arika, lost in her train of thought, couldn’t think of how it would work.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it, but Bridget has multiple personality disorder. Thank goodness it’s only two different people, but still.”

“Wait, why aren’t you supposed to talk about?”

“Bridget’s second personality, who goes by Bree, wants to protect her. She wants to save her from the horrors that would lie within the laboratory,” Riana explained.

“Y-you mean, they would do to her what they’re doing to me…?” The wheels started turning.

“Quiet possibly.”

“But then which personality is which?”

“Riana crossed the room quickly and quickly,…”

lol oops. To quote DM “Hello, Department of Redundancy Department?” Supposed to be “quietly”.