{"id":316,"date":"2007-06-12T15:40:03","date_gmt":"2007-06-12T22:40:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/?page_id=316"},"modified":"2008-03-14T14:00:41","modified_gmt":"2008-03-14T21:00:41","slug":"dkhr-act6","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/my-works\/the-darkest-hour-pt-1\/dkhr-act6","title":{"rendered":"Act 6"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\" size=\"+2\">  <strong> <\/strong> <\/font><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">A month or so passed by and I let everything that had happened    soak in. I felt like I had just been picked up tossed around like a rag doll    and dropped back in time 4 yrs. I was completely starting over again, no car,    no job, and no home. The one constant in my life at the time was Heather, and    I looked forwarded to seeing, hearing, even just being around her whenever possible.    Granted I was in a financial downfall, I still enjoyed taking her out to eat,    or the occasional movie, even though she didn\u2019t want me to pay for it.    My daily routine was to browse the online jobs for about an hour when I woke    up, then hit the newsstands for the papers and classified. When I got home I\u2019d    then select all available jobs, and either email, or call to setup some sort    of interview. After a week or so I could see the paper was useless as I was    emailing out my resume by the dozens now on a daily basis just form online searches.    But to no avail, things were still bleak since the whole dot com breakdown.    When MCI, and a few other centers, closed that left over a 1000 qualified tech    to fill the job market. It was a rat race in the tech field, and I was tossed    dead smack in the middle of it. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">Things seemed to be going well with Heather, that is I thought    they were, we still kicked and we both seemed to enjoy each other\u2019s company,    but I still wanted more out of it, but now I couldn\u2019t tell if she did    either. She was still working, at her job, but had been notified of a lay off    that was too occur, which put a serious cramp in the plan we had to go to at    least visit Montana. We both had begun saving our change to take a trip there,    we had also previously looked into getting an apt, but after my layoff that    pretty much fell threw. I can honestly say, if it wasn&#8217;t for Heather I probably    would be living somewhere else right now. After everything I had gone through    I saw Phoenix as nothing more than a place where I didn\u2019t feel welcomed.    Nothing good had come out of me living there, and I had begun looking at moving    back to California, the only problem was I didn\u2019t know if Heather felt    the same way towards me as I felt towards her, and I dreaded to think it wasn\u2019t.    <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">One day she called me up, she was having a hard day, now that    she wasn\u2019t working, she asked if I could help her get a new computer or    if I could build her one. I took one of my systems I had bought at an auction    from my old job and retro fitted it with a modem she had purchased and loaded    an OS on it, and she was soon surfing the net and downloading crazy amounts    of mp3\u2019s. Living at a Tom\u2019s allowed me to have high speed net access    again, so I was able to get caught up with emails and so forth that had been    building up from the past 6 months, I was also able to get in touch with some    old friends from my chatting days. One day Heather had come over while I was    chatting with an old friend, and was interested on how to chat with people over    the Internet. I showed her how to access chat rooms via yahoo, and a few other    various chat sites, and instant messengers, thinking nothing of it at the time,    looking back though, that was key moment in what was to come. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">Time passed and a sort of distance between the two of us began    to grow. I began to wonder where I stood with her, I had gone to the county    fair with Mike and some of his friends and this had been bugging me the entire    time, finally Mike gave me the old saying his father once told us as we were    kids \u201cShit or get off the pot\u201d. While I was waiting for Mike and    his friends to get drinks I decided to call, my stomach was full of knots and    it felt like a million icicles pricking from the inside out. I hadn\u2019t    felt this way about doing anything since I was growing up. She didn\u2019t    answer at 1st and I felt a little relieved, but then again that didn\u2019t    solve the problem. I waited a few minutes and called back, this time the prickling    feeling wasn\u2019t has bad, I guess since the 1st call was like a dry run.    She picked up and for the first time since meeting her I found myself speechless.    I finally stumbled the words out and told her I really needed to talk to her    that night, she responded back with she needed to talk to me as well. I told    her I\u2019d call her as soon as I left the park, to set something up, I didn\u2019t    want to do this over the phone. I felt shivers trying to think of what she needed    to talk to me about, I couldn\u2019t remember a time when she had said she    needed to talk to me; it was usually the other way around. As I pondered what    she wanted to talk to me, about, I let my mental guard down and allowed myself    to think the best and plan for the best, whereas I normally hope for the best,    but plan for the worst. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">As we left the fair, I called her back and we met up at my apt,    and made plans to go back to Mike parent\u2019s house, as they were out of    town. The prickling came back again, she had mentioned earlier about going to    a 4 wheeling event with her the next morning and I had agreed, then she added    she was going to meet someone she met off the net there, and emphasized on meet.    I agreed, even though I was a little perplexed about what she really meant by    \u201cmeet\u201d, did she mean meet as in to check out his truck as she had    stated or \u201cmeet\u201d as in meet and then hook up if she felt it. Nonetheless    I wasn\u2019t going to let this deter me from what I need to tell her.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">We got to Mike\u2019s house and he promptly crashed out, he    already knew what I was going to do, and encouraged me to do so. For some reason,    I could bring myself to say anything for what seemed like forever, I was at    a complete lose for words on how I wanted to tell her. Finally I went outside    to have a cigarette and she followed, and asked me what was so important that    I needed to tell her, Thinking no time is better than the present I stumbled    through telling her how much I really cared for her, and that ever since we    had meant I had felt something towards her. I told her that no other woman I    had meant in a very long time had caused that type of reaction in me, and at    1st I was scared to give in to those feeling but that the more I had been around    her the stronger they grew. I told her that even though everything in my world    had been crashing down around me, I still looked forward to everyday I was able    to see or hear from her, and that I had really missed her the last few weeks    that we hadn\u2019t talked. I told her how much she truly and deeply meant    to me, and that I truly cherished the friendship we had flourished, and that    no matter what I wanted to keep that. At the same time however I couldn\u2019t    help but to begin falling further and further into her, and I need to know whether    or not, my feelings for her, were mutual or if what we had once started had    never quite gone past more than what it was, a few mere moments of being something    that might have been but never was. I paused for a few moments or maybe it was    longer, time just kind of seemed to stand still, thinking what I had just spouted    made no sense and then told her that I care for her more than as a friend, and    that even though we had somewhat discussed it before, it seemed as if there    was never any headway made out of it, and that I couldn\u2019t stand to not    let her know how much I cared for anymore, and I needed to know if she still    felt the same way she did before about us. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Monotype Corsiva\"><font size=\"2\">There was a deafening silence, and then as quickly has the tingling    in my stomach came it was gone, was it over, I was hoping so, yet it was far    from it. She took a couple of minutes I guess to take it all in, prepping herself    on whatever response she was to give. Meanwhile, I sat staring into the darkness    and saw 3 falling stars graze across the night sky, no wishes made, for as each    one crossed my path it was like a cut across my heart, as each passed there    she gave a reason why, she couldn\u2019t be with me, why she couldn\u2019t    be with anyone at the time. Two of them I knew of, they were ones she had mentioned    months before. The last, was one I thought I\u2019d never hear in my lifetime,    and shot through me like a bolt of lightning. From that point forward, every    ounce of my body went numb, my ears started ringing, it was as if every organ    in me had sunk and I found myself trying to envelop my very being within the    darkest point within the night sky. Yet no matter how hard I tried, it was unavoidable.    I wished it was nothing more than a bad dream, and wanted to awaken, but in    reality it was my darkest hour, the light I had wanted so bad, had been placed    out of reach and fading, and there was nothing I could do about it. Everything    I tried to locate to center myself on, was out of focus, it was as if I was    tumbling through a bottomless abyss, inside I was crushed and tumbling uncontrollably,    but on the outside I was frozen in the cold darkness of the night. There was    no longer warmth from the light, and if there was I was oblivious to it. With    no light there were no reasons, with no reasons there was no hope, I just wanted    it all to end.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/?page_id=317\">Act 7\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"sharedaddy sd-sharing-enabled\"><div class=\"robots-nocontent sd-block sd-social sd-social-icon sd-sharing\"><h3 class=\"sd-title\">Share this:<\/h3><div class=\"sd-content\"><ul><li class=\"share-facebook\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" data-shared=\"sharing-facebook-316\" class=\"share-facebook sd-button share-icon no-text\" href=\"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/my-works\/the-darkest-hour-pt-1\/dkhr-act6?share=facebook\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Click to share on Facebook\"><span><\/span><span class=\"sharing-screen-reader-text\">Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)<\/span><\/a><\/li><li class=\"share-google-plus-1\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" data-shared=\"sharing-google-316\" class=\"share-google-plus-1 sd-button share-icon no-text\" href=\"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/my-works\/the-darkest-hour-pt-1\/dkhr-act6?share=google-plus-1\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Click to share on Google+\"><span><\/span><span class=\"sharing-screen-reader-text\">Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)<\/span><\/a><\/li><li class=\"share-twitter\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" data-shared=\"sharing-twitter-316\" class=\"share-twitter sd-button share-icon no-text\" href=\"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/my-works\/the-darkest-hour-pt-1\/dkhr-act6?share=twitter\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Click to share on Twitter\"><span><\/span><span class=\"sharing-screen-reader-text\">Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)<\/span><\/a><\/li><li class=\"share-tumblr\"><a rel=\"nofollow\" data-shared=\"\" class=\"share-tumblr sd-button share-icon no-text\" href=\"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/my-works\/the-darkest-hour-pt-1\/dkhr-act6?share=tumblr\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Click to share on Tumblr\"><span><\/span><span class=\"sharing-screen-reader-text\">Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)<\/span><\/a><\/li><li class=\"share-end\"><\/li><\/ul><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class='sharedaddy sd-block sd-like jetpack-likes-widget-wrapper jetpack-likes-widget-unloaded' id='like-post-wrapper-1235658-316-69ef69129cdcf' data-src='\/\/widgets.wp.com\/likes\/#blog_id=1235658&amp;post_id=316&amp;origin=djmgyx.net&amp;obj_id=1235658-316-69ef69129cdcf' data-name='like-post-frame-1235658-316-69ef69129cdcf'><h3 class='sd-title'>Like this:<\/h3><div class='likes-widget-placeholder post-likes-widget-placeholder' style='height:55px'><span class='button'><span>Like<\/span><\/span> <span class=\"loading\">Loading...<\/span><\/div><span class='sd-text-color'><\/span><a class='sd-link-color'><\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A month or so passed by and I let everything that had happened soak in. I felt like I had just been picked up tossed around like a rag doll and dropped back in time 4 yrs. 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