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The Beginning...
Fiction
 Created on 3-23-07
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I stood on the wooden bridge, hands pressed down into the pockets of my jacket. I stared at the water tickling down underneath the bridge, tears stinging my eyes. Rain slipped down through the trees, gradually wetting my clothing drop by drop. The scent of the rain rose up from the ground, a sweet smell, reminding me of home. It really is beautiful here. I thought, focusing on the scenery so I wouldn’t have to contemplate the tumultuous emotions coursing through my head. Claudia, my tall and slender European host-sister, was situated beside me, cigarette in hand. “Are you ok?” asked Claudia. She tried to look me in the face, but I refused to turn to her.“Yeah.” I replied, afraid if I spoke again, my voice would betray me, and she would be able to tell I was close to tears. Then I’d have to explain where the tears came from, and I barely knew myself. Tears come easily for me, they always have.
“Are you homesick?” she inquired. Maybe she didn't know why I had suddenly decided to leave and spend my evening on a bridge in the drizzling raind, but she wasn't blind. She knew something was going on with me.
“No, I just…” I didn’t know how to finish. I looked over at the building that stood about thirty feet away. It seemed a little out of place in the rustic setting. When Claudia invited me to go hear a local German band, I never thought their venue would be a bar in a run down party house on the outskirts of town. With their loud, screeching, music, cigarette smoke so thick it hung like a cloud in the air, and everyone there drunk or getting drunk, I felt compelled to leave. The situation became too much for me to handle, and it only exacerbated my growing realization I was all alone in Germany, with only my host-family for company, who I’d never met before three days ago. So, I left the building and retreated to this bridge, drawing into myself, unsure of how else to stave off my sense of uneasiness.Finally, I answered her question. “I felt uncomfortable in there.”“Why?” She asked, as she took a long drag from her cigarette.“I…well to be perfectly honest, I’ve never been to a club before, and I felt a little out of place.” I confessed, my words coming out in a rush. My voice cracked with emotion and I felt my face flush and my throat constrict. The tears that had abated now threatened to resurface. How would Claudia respond? Would she blow me off and go back inside? I so desperately wanted to fit in while I was here. Had I just all chance of that?
“Oh,” she spoke. Then, realizing her cigarette was almost completely reduced to ashes she pressed the tip into the railing and, after glancing around for a trashcan and not seeing one, tossed the rest into the stream. She then proceeded to take out her pack of German cigarettes called F5’s and lit another one with her lighter. “You want one? It will help you relax.”I paused for a moment. My heart began to pound. I didn’t want to admit it, but the club itself didn’t bother me as much as the thought of what would happen if my parents found out. What would they say? That singular thought pulsated through my brain. The thought still pressing in, I shoved it aside and reached out my hand. Trying to sound nonchalant I replied, “I guess.”Holding it in my hand had a strange calming effect, just as she promised. I held the cigarette to my mouth and puffed in. The smoke tasted dry but familiar in some way. The smoke filled my lungs, and it burned with intensity. I felt surprisingly good, despite the feeling of crushing suffocation. I coughed. Handing it back to Claudia, I hacked again into my closed fist.I laughed nervously, and she smiled.“You want to go back in now?” She asked, the smile still on her face.I glanced again at the water below us, pure and clean, flowing down over the black rocks, and the cigarette butt, forever out of place. Looking up again at Claudia, I wiped my face clean from any stray tears and said, “Sure, let’s go.”I was tired of fearing my parent’s retribution, tired of fearing others, but most of all, tired of fearing myself.Though my heart was beating hard, I followed Claudia back into the club, hope beginning to rise into my chest. As I entered the murky room, I realized this marked a new dawning for me. A new way of doing things, a new freedom. For the first time that I could remember, a feeling of elation overpowered the nervousness and fear. I felt like I could fly.
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Please Login to post comments| On March 25th 2007 ofloveandblood Said : | |
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It's good, makes me want a cigarette though (I recently quit until the next time I start). There were a few errors here and there, the biggest being "had I just all chance of that?" I'm guessing you meant to have "lost", or something, in that sentence somewhere. Anyways, good writing. Especially liked how you went back to the cigarette butt in the stream! Don't know why just thought it was an excellent little detail. |
| On March 24th 2007 xxcassiejayxx Said : | |
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this is very good, i like it :) although i have one question to this, how is she smoking in the rain? or does she have an umbrella? |
| On March 23rd 2007 onaipwolf Said : | |
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For those of you that know me, I wrote this awhile back. The next part of my 'series' will be up sometime soon. |
