Sally's Record [ Moire Frost ] The Knife

[Moire Frost]

november sixth, 2008

Today started out just like any other day. Got to band practice early, just to find out that the bloody drummer's van broke down, and nobody bothered to phone me and say they weren't coming in. Great, wonderful, thanks guys.

So there was little old me, with my guitar, Ray, and my pack for school, heading back into the university campus two hours before my first class. I felt so mental, it wasn't even funny. Then I decided, "Hey, I'll go up to my dorm and make a lovely meal for later, so I won't have to deal with all of the preparing and can actually enjoy the whole eating part."

I passed by that cute boy, Cole, from my music theory class on my way to my building. He was walking hand-in-hand with that blonde Barbie, Cassidee, from my Calculus course. He was so out of her league, it was disgusting. But, forgetting about her for a moment, he smiled and waved at me as I walked past, which made me nearly drop Ray [which I would've never been forgiven for]. Cassidee gave me this awful, scathing look, and I nearly burst out laughing. But hey, even I can have my moments of control.

Moving right along, I got up to my dorm and put Ray and my pack on my bed before I headed over to my little stove/kitchen area. You have no idea how happy I was when the board of directors told me that, since my old roommate had moved out and they hadn't had the need to fill the empty half of my room yet, I was allowed to have my own little cooking area. I took out a few ingredients and put them on the cutting board before I noticed something weird.

My usual knife was gone. The one that I usually cut my vegetables with, the one Mum gave me for Christmas one year when I went back to England on holiday, had gone completely missing. I couldn't find it anywhere, which made me a little frightened; what if some crazed psycho had taken it and was planning on using it to... well, nevermind. I couldn't find my knife, but I found a knife.

I wouldn't really call it a knife. It was much too pointed at the end, much too... dangerous looking. The knife appeared as though it was intended to slice through living flesh instead of through some poor college student's carrots and onions. It had an odd hilt too; something about it screamed the picture of carving something instead of slicing vegetables for a thick soup.

"What is this doing here?" I remember asking myself, reaching toward the knife in an attempt to study it further. Hold on tight, now, because here's where it gets a little a lot weird. The knife... something about it just wasn't right. Everytime I moved to touch it, grab it, poke it, whatever, it moved. No wires, no strings, no magnets, the thing moved away from my hand. I looked at it more closely and, suddenly, an image of a carved jack-o-lantern popped into my head.

"I'm not going to... hurt you?" I suggested aloud, feeling immediately stupid. Here I was, talking to a damn knife. Great. But, as I reached toward it for one final attempt, it allowed me to touch it, and as I did, I got a vision that stirred me tremendously. The knife was no ordinary knife; it meant me no harm, and by the fact that I was able to tell this by the pictures that this damn knife was putting into my mind, I was a little extremely freaked out.

"I'm going to call you Sally," I murmured to the knife as I held it close for inspection. I had already named my inanimate guitar Ray, might as well name this animate inanimate object as well.

So, to conclude my journal entry for the day, as I have to run off to class in precisely thirty seconds or I will be late and miss my chance at sitting next to Cole during our lecture, I now have a pet knife, it seems. I'll go into more detail about it tomorrow at lunch!

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