It was about twelve oclock and Carrie was eating with
some friends at the table in the cafeteria.
So Carrie, how you been, said Liz.
Oh, I been fine, Carrie responded back.
Well would you want to come with us on Saturday to the
movies?
You should come. I mean it seems like the last couple of
days you were like dead, said Cathy.
Well, Ill think about it. I sort am doing something
important.
What is it, Carrie? said Liz.
You two wouldnt be interested.
Try us, said Cathy.
No, its okay
Its sort of personal.
Oh, alright, said Liz.
The remainder of the time, Carrie just sat there and ate
her lunch until the bell rang. She then went straight to
class only to daydream of what her father could look like.
She thought that maybe she looked more like him, with
obtaining his eyes and ears, as they were different from
her mothers cornflower hair. Her hair was brown. She just
imagined
all that day.
Chris was crying
Chris read on in Carries diary, all those years he felt
like he wasted away his life now, it was worst than any
apparent death. Survival was no longer a gift for him, it
was a curse. He realizes how much his daughter was hurt
throughout all these years. They were even more painful
than what any parent would do to their child. As Chris
read on, he realize how many things he missed throughout
the twelve years of his solitude while his daughter was
utterly disappointed that he wasnt around. He was never
there for any of her birthdays, he was never their for
Christmas, he was never their to feat on Thanksgiving, he
was never their to witness her acting in the schools
play, he was never their to pick her up after school in
her first day in Middle or even High school, he was never
their to drop her off to the dances she went, he was never
their when her grandma (his mother) died, and he was never
their to even say I love you before going to bed. He
looked back, throughout those years he struggled.
He then started to yell as he got up
Why did you do this to me God? WHY? Why couldnt you make
some lowlife this
THIS JOKE SIZE!? YOU NO DAMN WELL, I
DIDNT DESERVE THIS DAMN IT! WHY COUNLDNT GIVE THIS
, as
he was pulling on his toga, TO SOMEBODY WHO DID WRONG
WITH THEIR LIFE? WHY? WHY? OH CARRIE
CARRIE
IM SO
SORRY!
Chris felt a feeling he never thought to feel again, the
feeling of what he felt once before. He felt weak, puny,
insecure, and absurd. His paradise was completely
shattered like a mirror that broke into pieces. At this
moment he wanted nothing more but to kill himself. But
something keeps stopping him to do so. To him it was
utterly easy now, all he had to do was jump off the drawer
and thats it. So what if Carrie find his little dead
corpse, it was already worst that he couldnt be there to
see her. Shes a big girl, she doesnt need me he said.
But still, his mind or what he believes his conscious said
was, dont do it, your job is not done yet.
He didnt know what it meant, but he believed that God was
now whispering to his mind. What does this mean to him?
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Don't worry Chapter Seven is on the way... any more ideas you think should happen? I'm all ears...
Chapter End Notes:
Next Chapter: Carrie returns home, but that's not all who's back... Chris gets ready for tonight.