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On October 18th 2009 SM23gurl Said :
	Sorry itz been so long.. been busy so dnt hurt me!LOl! Check out dha new Chapter of Because I Can *9*!!! Keke is back with mo Dramaa!!! RRCS:)

On October 6th 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	Paranoid 8 RRCS!!

On September 30th 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	"Paranoid 7" much more meaningful than number 6. Promise. =)

On September 26th 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	'Paranoid 6' ((The reasons for the major delay is on the top of the story if you decide to to continue to read it. It's legit trust me.)) Thank you.:)

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On September 11th 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	"Paranoid 5" RRCS!! :)

On September 8th 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	Paranoid 4!! :)

On September 5th 2009 bowzlady1 Said :
	What it all comes down to CHAPTER 4 Posted now! check it out! you'll luv it.

On September 4th 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	Paranoid 3!! RRCS! :D

On August 31st 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	I have a new suspenseful story called 'Paranoid' which will be full of unpredictable drama that can possibly send you chills! Please Read, Rate, and comment and (if you haven't already) subscribe! :D Please and thank you.

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On August 11th 2009 deshanna13 Said :
	Wonder Why They Call You Bitch 7 Can you check out my story please?! It will REALLY be appreciated!Please & thank you!

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	Hey friend, can you check out my story: Always & Maybe Yours *Tester* 7 Tell me what you think PLZ!!!

On August 9th 2009 SM23gurl Said :
	Because I Can :) *2* 4 Check out the 2nd part of my new Styory Because I can... commment and rate... i love feedback!!!

On August 8th 2009 AmbuhJay119008 Said :
	Really? Hmm. That seems to be a problem lately! I think it just depends on who is looking at it at what time on what computer, lol. It's weird. I'm assuming that's the only one you couldn't see, so I'll just do what I do for the other girl who often runs into this problem and copy and paste here, lol. You can delete it afterward if you'd like... “Arilyn,” Nyler’s voice was soft and tentative, and I felt his fingers brush my elbow. “Please don’t be afraid of me, milady. I promise I won’t hurt you; I could never.” I lifted my eyes to his, and worry was reflected in his pupils. “I believe that,” I responded slowly, attempting to cover the way my voice was quivering. “Though I don’t know why.” I watched his face for a moment and then tottered over to the window on uneasy legs to sit in my father’s chair; Nyler followed and sat on his knees before me. “Then what’s bothering you?” His eyes were so clear and luminous when he looked at me; I’d never known brown eyes to be anything but bland and muddy, but his were quite contrary. “It’s just…” My voice trailed off as I searched for the right words to match my feelings, “Your gifts. That one that you just performed, in particular, frightens me a little. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Nyler didn’t seem very surprised to hear this; in fact, he seemed a bit relieved. “I can understand that. I’m sorry it frightens you.” He stroked my hair closely to my face, and his eyes pierced me with their unyielding sincerity and protectiveness. “Why is it that you seem to be so caring of me when we’ve only just met?” I inquired of him, suddenly feeling as if I’d explode if I didn’t ask any of the questions careening through my mind. Nyler sat down on the floor, crossing his legs Indian style and then turning his face to mine. “Because I’ve been watching you for a very long time, so I feel as if I already know you.” I was taken aback. “What do you mean? I’ve been cooped up inside house after house after house since I was seven years old, how could you have watched me?” Nyler sniggered quietly under his breath and answered, “I have my ways.” I tilted my head curiously. “Another one of your gifts, I presume?” He nodded. “I could show you, if you like.” I raised my eyebrows at his willingness, but felt pleased nonetheless. “I would like that.” Nyler smiled grandly, and then bowed his head to me as he stood in one swift and fluid motion. “I’ll be right back,” he said smoothly, his face bearing a strange expression when he glanced at me – and then he was gone. POOF! Out of nowhere, he disappeared into thin air. I gasped, and paralyzed, I stared at the spot where he’d just been standing, but there was no sign that he had been or gone at all; no smoke, no mist, no odd color in the air, no disturbance in the room, nothing. I managed eventually racing to the door and flinging it open, but there was no one out in the hall anymore. I was overwhelmed with rising fear, and I turned around to inspect the room again - only to see that Nyler was standing in the exact same spot he had been in before, except now he was holding his travel pack. “How did you do that?!” I half-choked half-yelled, cowering against the wall in wide-eyed astonishment as he simply stood there smiling. “That’s completely inhuman!” I felt my stomach lurching over and over again and sunk to the floor, wishing for a bin to throw up in. Nyler’s expression saddened again for a moment, but by the time he helped me once again to my chair it was gone. “Which makes sense given that I’m not exactly human. At least, not anymore.” I was giddy with excitement and lingering nausea as I filtered through my endless supply of questions. “First of all, what are you if you’re not human?” He was pressing a cold compress against my forehead now, though I had no idea where it had come from and wasn’t entirely surprised after all I’d seen him do at this point. “I don’t know what I am,” he answered, honesty ringing in his rich voice, “I merely know what I am capable of.” “But you were once a human?” I was sure that was what he had just implied a few moments before. The sadness returned to his eyes and his smiled dragged at the corners when he replied, “Yes. Once upon a time, I was human just like you.” “What happened?” I wasn’t sure if this was an alright question to ask, but it had spilled out without warning. He removed the compress, passed it behind his back, and then placed it on my forehead again, colder now that it had been when he removed it. “You saw it happen. I showed it to you.” “But it was all such a blur – I’m not sure what I saw.” Nyler hesitated, but quickly amended with a sunny smile. “Let’s save that story for another time then, shall we? Onto the next question, which will hopefully be easier to answer,” he laughed warmly. “Fine. You still owe me an explanation about how you have been able to watch me.” “Ah, yes.” He straightened and moved to pull his travel pack nearer, untying the top and lifting out a gold-framed sheet of rectangular glass no bigger than my forearm. He offered it to me and I took it carefully in my hands, examining it. A small cry escaped my lips when I realized that the glass in the center of the frame should have acted like a mirror, except there was no reflection – it was glossy and smooth and the light cast shapes on it, but I couldn’t see myself or anything else in its sheen. “What is this?” I asked him, turning it over several times, wondering if I was missing something. He stopped me when it was right-side up again and then said in a soft voice, “Picture your father.” I instantly did so, and to my shock and amazement a flawless, live image of him appeared on the glass before me. He was wearing a long robe with elegant trim and his hair was slicked back as if he was attending a ball or an important audience with a superior. The room in which he was standing was one I didn’t recognize, but I watched him move over to a large chestnut desk covered in paperwork. He yanked on a drawer, and I saw him pull out a framed photograph. I thought of wanting to see a better view of the photo, and as soon as the thought entered my head, the mirror responded, zooming in on the frame my father was holding. Tears filled my eyes when I realized what it was; our latest family photo. He touched my still face briefly, and then sighed, sounding both exhausted and heartbroken as he replaced the photo in the drawer and shut it. I looked up from the glass at Nyler, and he was watching me intently, and I was temporarily distracted. “Why do you do that so often?” I silently cursed myself for once again asking such a bold question. But Nyler seemed puzzled by it. “Do what?” I felt my cheeks blush. “Stare at me like you’ve never seen a girl before.” He blinked, and then looked down at the ground, clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I…I just find you interesting to watch. At times you’re so transparent, and other times you’re so guarded and mysterious.” I practically blanched. “Me, mysterious? Ha!” I’d never been mysterious a day in my life. But Nyler was watching me again, and I felt a warm flush in my cheeks. “You’re unpredictable, as well; though I learn more and more about you with each moment.” He stepped closer to me and gently touched my hand. “You’re quite a gem, Arilyn.” Despite my skin’s cry of ecstasy at his touch, I removed my hand and hid my smile as I tilted my head down toward the mirror again, surprised to see that the image I’d been watching before was no longer visible. “What happened? My father, he’s gone,” I turned my face to Nyler, panic rising steadily in my gut. But Nyler’s smile was tender and reassuring as he answered, “He’s fine, milady. You simply turned your attention away from the mirror, therefore giving it the permission to go dormant until you call upon its services again. You can see your father again or anyone else you can think of whenever you see fit, just let the mirror know.” I touched its glistening surface, feeling soothed and equally excited at the thought of being able to see anyone I wished at the mere thought of them while looking into the framed glass. “So this is indeed a mirror? Then why doesn’t it reflect?” I inquired. Characteristic silence followed my question as Nyler pondered over his answer. “It is a mirror, but its power is even a mystery to me.” Over the next few minutes I watched my mother, Rita, and all of my servants; I even took a sneak peak at Ryenold, who was huddled in a rickety stable with his horseman some place gray and rainy. I chuckled, thinking he deserved that and more. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. I imagined the Barbarians who had attacked my family’s estate in Willow Grove, and the mirror’s smooth facet came to life with dark, dancing figures outlined in bright light with strangely shaped shadows mimicking their movements on the surrounding walls. Gleaming campfires sprouted from the ground in numerous areas, and the multitude of Barbarians wandering around the cavern was chillingly unexpected; there were more bodies twirling this way and that than my brain could comprehend. The Barbarians were clearly somewhere underground in one of their secret encampments, performing some ritual dedicated to their Sun God. A few moments more of watching and I saw two middle-aged men with menacing black eyes carrying a young Subathan boy who couldn’t have been a day over ten-years-old, hands bound and a gag in his mouth. His wrists were swollen and bloody, his face badly beaten, and I noticed he walked with a limp that he seemed unaccustomed to, suggesting a recent injury. The men shoved him along brutally without mercy, and I followed them with the mirror. Eventually they led the boy to an enormous fire where an intimidating-looking man was standing nearby, his eyes fixed on it. His monstrous arms were folded together over his barrel-of-a-chest, and his towering height made the two Barbarian men seem like children, and the boy like an infant. The huge man didn’t pay attention to them, but the other two men stood waiting, not loosening their grip on the struggling boy. At last, the big man turned to look at them, and his face made my stomach ache with the feeling of dread. An atrocious scar started at his temple and swooshed all the way across his face in a jagged diagonal line, ending midway down his bulging neck. It came straight across his left eye, which was entirely discolored with decay and irreversible damage; I momentarily wondered if he could see out of it, but thought it unlikely. His nose was crooked and his upper lip was mangled into a grotesque and unrecognizable shape. His teeth were carved into long sharp points to look like animal fangs, and they hung forebodingly beneath his distorted lip. Looking at him, I had no doubt that this character was the leader of this particular band of Barbarians. When he glared down at the men, they cowered back with hasty bows, dropping the helpless boy at his feet. The giant man stood with his hands now clasped behind his back, studying the poor child as he whimpered quietly, eyes wide with pleading as he stared back at his captor. But the Barbarian leader would not show clemency, I knew without having to watch, and I was barely swift enough to turn away once I saw the knife. The sound of the boy’s shrieking cries died abruptly, and then I mentally commanded the mirror to suspend the image. When I looked at it again, the scene was gone and the glass was blank with darkness. I leaped from my seat and shoved it into Nyler’s hands, trying to blot out the vivid memory of the bright-eyed little boy who was at the moment being ripped to shreds most likely for a sacrifice to the non-existent Sun God of Subathany’s enemy. “They are wretched,” came Nyler’s voice in a whisper, his hand clasping my shoulder. I felt the overwhelming need to be hugged at that moment, and before I could so much as utter a sound Nyler was wrapping me in his arms. I hadn’t realized I was crying until his tunic was rubbing my wet cheek, and I felt embarrassed to be so shaken in front of this man who was still mostly a stranger and worse yet, to let him hold me so intimately. But I found my arms impulsively holding him back, a wave of relief washing over me as we stood together, locked in an embrace that felt so far from strange it was almost familiar. “Shh,” Nyler spoke softly, caringly, in my ear. My shoulders shook as I struggled breathlessly against my tears. “He…was…just…a…little b-boy,” I gurgled into his narrow chest, clutching the fabric of his tunic so tightly it should have unraveled in my hand, but Nyler didn’t protest or even seem to notice. He simply stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, his voice laced with compassion and understanding as he tried to console me. “It’ll be alright.” Nyler scooped me up into his arms then like a small child and cradled me close to his chest, walking across the hallway and entering my bed chambers where he laid me down on the mahogany canopy bed and pulled a quilt over me. “There, there, Arilyn. Cry as long and as hard as you can. You’ll feel much better, about everything. Though your problems will still be waiting for you when you’re finished, you’ll feel stronger and more ready to face them.” My tears slowly subsided and eventually I drifted to sleep, soothed by the caress of his fingers through my hair. When I woke up the sun was down and the house was utterly still. There was no light except for silver slivers of moonbeams trickling in through the spaces where the window cover was sagging. I rubbed my eyes and leaned up in bed, trying to see if I was alone in the room. “Nyler? Are you there?” Without the slightest noise Nyler was beside my bed in an instant, hovering over me. “Did you sleep well, milady?” I nodded, hoping he could see the motion. My back felt abnormally stiff, and my neck was tense from way my arm had been curled beneath it, so Nyler assisted me out of bed and walked me back to the sitting room, where he immediately lit some candles as I sat down in my father’s chair. “Drink this; it will help ease the stiffness in your muscles.” I looked down at the intricately carved wooden cup that Nyler was suddenly holding out to me; soft steam rolled off the top of the russet liquid, and I hesitated when the smell rose to my nostrils. “What…what is it?” I asked him, uncertain if I was willing to sacrifice taste for comfortable muscles. He laughed knowingly but didn’t answer, and thrust the cup into my hands with an expectant look on his face. I scoffed and set it on the table in front of me. “I am not drinking that until you tell me what is in it.” “The smell is deceiving. If you drink it all, it will effectively accomplish its purpose with modest taste.” His smile was reassuring, but I couldn’t dismiss the twinkle in his eyes. “It smells of pig slop, Nyler,” I commented accusingly, narrowing my eyes at him. “I don’t see how it could smell repulsive yet taste moderate.” “Trust me, Arilyn. I’ll not lead you astray.” His eyes intensified and seemed to widen and glow with the power of his honesty, and out of nowhere I heard a voice speak an interesting notion in my head. “You can’t lie to me, can you?” I repeated it aloud, my voice filled with wonder. Nyler’s response was quiet, but his eyes never left mine. “No. I can’t.” His face was so still he looked like a statue. We silently stared at each other for a moment, time standing still until he stepped tentatively forward and took my hand in his. “But even if I could, I wouldn’t…Not to you.” Pulse pounding beneath his touch, I redirected the subject nervously. “Why can’t you lie?” He breathed deeply. “Yet another unsolved mystery. But the way I see it, sometimes it doesn’t matter why, only that it is the truth, which should never be avoided.” “You have a beautiful heart, Nyler,” I heard myself say softly. He rubbed my hand affectionately in thanks, and I had to tell myself to breathe as he watched me with eyes so clear I could see straight through to his soul. I felt my guard breaking under the pressure of his gaze. “I’m glad you’re here. I don’t know where you came from, how you knew of me, or what made you think you could help me, but all the same, I’m grateful. There’s something very special about you. I mean that, Nyler.” I touched his cheek briefly with my free hand to demonstrate my sincerity, and when I retracted I noticed that his own pulse was so violent it was making the entire side of his neck twitch. “Thank you, Arilyn,” he whispered. He then turned abruptly and swept up the wooden cup off the table, offering it to me once again. “Now…Please, drink. No charge of mine will be laden with muscle aches,” he declared lightly. I groaned. “If you insist.” I took the cup and, without further hesitation, chugged down the entirety of its content. When I finished, I was surprised at the realization that it tasted merely of cinnamon and peppermint. I stared at Nyler in confusion. “I did not smell even a hint of cinnamon or peppermint, but that is all I tasted!” Nyler laughed his most musical laugh. “Maybe now you’ll trust me," he remarked with an adorable smirk. "How do you feel?" I stood and moved around the room effortlessly. "My word! I feel fit as a fiddle! The aches are gone, every one of them!" I turned to Nyler in amazment, and he was smiling to himself with obvious pride. "Of course they are."