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Getting Home Wasn't the Thought
Tragedy
 Created on 2-20-07
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“P-Please, d-don’t do it!” Then suddenly his hand made contact with my face stinging like a bee, leaving a red hand print on my cheek. I slowly lifted my heavy eye lids from the much needed sleep, last night was rough and my body still tingles. Moving some loose strands of my raven hair behind my ear, I lightly touched the purplish, pulsing bruise on my upper left arm through the black t-shirt sleeve, I look over to the empty, torn seat in front of me. Why’d my dad send me to my aunt’s house anyways? She smells like a dead raccoon left out in the sun for a week, she’s as mean as a rabid bitten dog, and her beard is long enough to hold a bird’s nest. I could be at the park hanging out with my friends. I wonder what they’re doing right now; probably having a party while I’m stuck at my aunt’s. I turned my attention from the argument that was on going in my head to my window. I saw the lake that was shimmering from the setting sun at the horizon, I opened the rusty window to let in that fresh vanilla air, only found in late November. That’s why I like when my birthday is, even if it isn’t much fun. I sat back down and let the gently rocking of the train cradle me to sleep.
I awoke, once more, to the wheezy voice of the train conductor, “Passengers please depart.” I stood reaching for my black suitcase from the creaky bars above my seat. Forcing the stubborn slide door open, a loud screech like nails on a chalk board came out. I didn’t bother shutting it, so as I walked down the narrow train aisle I noticed that no one else was getting off, where was everyone? As I was on the last step down, which seemed like a mountain, I looked around the flimsy train station. Nothing much, just a tiny building with dark turquoise paint splotches across it, and a broken window next to a dusty door, there was a bench to the far right under a little over hang from the building and stairs to the far left. The only thing around was a forest with painted trees of fall. I love it when the leaves change color; they’re pretty, but soon dead. My aunt was told to wait for me at the station, but now realizing it, she wasn’t there. I then felt a violent shove on my back and I stumbled to the squeaky boards of the station, I looked back to see who it was, but the train was already on its way. I don’t know where I am though!
I waited on that little bench until the sun had dropped behind the Earth’s surface. I decided no one was coming here, and I need to find a place to spend the night before I get home. I walked through the forest and could hear the melody in the crickets’ song to find a mate, there were fire flies floating about, painting a picture of light. I enjoyed the peaceful setting, until I tripped. I yelped as my head made contact with a rock on the way down. I sat back up holding my head in my palm, removing it from my temple, I could see the crimson blood dripping from my hand, I felt my head once more and more of the tainted blood dripped down. Ouch. I rolled up my jeans leg to inspect the damage down on my shin. Just a light scrap and a bruise, nothing compared to my normal life. The pain quickly subsided becoming numb, I’ve had worse. I looked around hoping for the fire flies to be there, none were to be found, I didn’t hear any crickets either, just the song of the dead being crowed by the ravens.
I stood back up and began walking again; I saw a faint light at the end of the trees, as I made my way there I could see it was a hand made, log cabin with a fire going inside. I went straight to the door and knocked softly, nothing. I knocked a little louder, still nothing. I looked through the stained window hoping to see some one inside. There was still, nothing. I waited in front of the house for what seems like for ever. I was too tired and cold to not go in. I tugged the handle and surprisingly it was unlocked. Now normally I wouldn’t do this, but it was so cold out. I walked in and shut the door behind me. I let my jaw gap as I looked around, there was a bed to the left and a little stove to the right with what smelled like butterfly milk, and in front of me there was a roaring fire going, crackling and snapping as the embers light a bright red. I sat on the bed; it felt as light as clouds and as soft as silk. I laid there for a while, letting sleep take over.
“Daddy w-why am I h-here?” I said while staring at the car window littered with rain drops. “Because I’m tired of dealing with those annoying teachers of yours telling me you need counseling.” He’s face turned to stone and then he smirked while turning to me. “So that’s why you’re going here.” He leaned over and opened my door and pushed me out the side. I felt the cold rain hit me like needles. The splash of the puddle I landed in, wrapped around me like a sinking doll in a pool. Standing back up covered and cold nightmares I saw my so called father drive away. As I turned around, there was a tall gate with the tips looking as sharp as fangs. I was lost.
I awoke to someone’s voice singing and the smell of frying eyes. My eyes fluttered a few times as I focused on who was singing. I saw a boy over near the stove flipping a pan, holding over-easy-eggs. His hair was short like my friend’s hair, only it wasn’t brunette. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me and I flinched. “May I ask your name and why you’re in my bed?” he said. There was a thickness in the air as I didn’t respond, he moved over to the bed and kneeled down so he was my eye level.
“Don’t be shy; I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m sorry, I was cold and no one was home and… I don’t know where I am.” I tried hard not to stress.
“Where are you trying to go?” He asked with an empty expression. I thought about this for awhile. I don’t want to go to my aunt’s, I want to go home and be with my friends and besides… I miss Him.
“Home” I replied.
“Not much detail, but okay. You’re probably tired; I would be too with a cut like that on my head and a bruise on my arm and leg.”
“How did you-?”
“Know there were bruises?” He smirked over to me with a faint blush. “Not every day you find a girl in your bed now is it.” I picked up the nearest object, which was a shoe, and shot it through the air to his head. He toppled back wards laughing even though I had thrown a shoe at him.
“Pervert…”
“I’m sorry; I don’t get many visitors, especially none from a beautiful girl such as you.” He stated with a flash of perfect teeth and bright eyes. Now it was my turn the blush. I hid my head under the covers as he laughed. “You can hide from me or…” I could smell whole grain toast with fried eyes and newly brewed coffee and tore the covers off my head as I took the plate from him beginning to practically swallow my food. I haven’t had a good meal like this sense my grandma was alive. “Eat breakfast with me? Wow hungry I see.” He said has he chuckled. “There’s more if you like.” I shook my head in silence as I gave him my dishes back.
“Um do you know where a train would be at, or maybe a bus?” I asked I really wanted to get back home; I want to be with my friends, and Him.
“There’s one at the town down the mountain a ways. We can go there tomorrow, I need some stuff anyways.” He put the dishes in the little sink setting next to the stove and came back to sit next to me.
“Um, what time is it anyways?”
“Some where around eleven-thirty.” I looked over to my black suit case, wonder if I should change my clothes. “So are you just going to stare at your case or tell me your name?” I shook away from my thoughts to look over at him.
“I’m Isabella, I prefer Bella though.”
“I’m Derek.” The sound of my father’s name being stated made me flinch. Derek slowly stood up and made his way to the door. “I’d stay and talk with you some more, but I must be off. Living alone in a log cabin in the mountains isn’t as easy as most people think. If you ever want to know what time it is, there’s a clock in the bathroom, and I should be back around seven o’clock. Good bye Bella!”
“WAIT!” I shouted.
“What?”
“Why is the clock in the bathroom?” I asked, really who puts clocks in bathrooms?
“Because that’s normally where I head first when I wake up.” He told me with a wide toothed grin. I had to ask? With that said he walked out the front door, closing the door behind him. I’m alone now, I should probably get dressed. I picked up my black suit case again heading for the bathroom. Closing the door behind me I quickly, but calmly changed. After striping out of my dirty clothes and back into my fresh ones, I put them away, took a brush out and some makeup. I moved the teeth of the brush through my straight dark locks, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Those hazel eyes don’t deserve this treatment, I’ve done nothing to earn it, and all I do is cause the trouble for everyone around me. After my self esteem took a blow, I packed the brush again taking the midnight black eyeliner in my hand; I ran it along the inner line of my eyes. Blinking a few times, I placed it back in the bag, after getting settled I went outside of the cabin with my book and sat on the porch enjoying the relaxing scene, I read.
Come nightfall Derek had returned and we both entered the cabin together. We had a full cooked dinner, steak with cooked carrots shimmering in the fires light. We were both bundled in a cozy blanket in front of the dancing fire. “So how’d you get out here anyways?” He asked out of curiosity.
“I was supposed to go to my aunt’s house, but I guess I got on the wrong train. Now I’m trying to get back home.”
“Why?” Why, why? I don’t know why. Who’d want to go back home, to the gloomy house only used by a man for a quick get away, but a shelter to a fragile girl. Who’s been tormented, tease, battered and bruised, made fun of, hurt, and constantly in pain. Filled with depressing memories of a life that will never be again, where all the lies come from, where the darkness spreads over the mind. Who’d want to go back there? My father’s cruel, my friends deceive me, even the one I care about so much, yes even Him. After my little trip down memory lane I answer his question.
“I-I guess I don’t know I’ve been there so long I don’t know where I could go any more.” I felt the tingling of the bruises and scars on my body as the heated tears were being held behind my eye lids, daring to painful drip out and spread the weak mask, eyeliner. I suddenly felt a foreign weight wrap around my waist and leaning on my tense back.
“It’ll be okay.” A soft yet musical voice whispered in my ear. Hearing it I eased into the hug. I let the tears fall, so many painful memories rushing back to me now. How I hate the life of myself. I felt my legs being lifted so I sat into his lap bridle style, and slowly, I fell asleep. This night I didn’t have and suicidal painful dreams.
The next morning Derek and I headed out for the town, he dropped me off at the bus stop and I gave him my cell number. “Remember to call me now and then okay?”
“Every chance I get when I head into town I will!” We both shared a laugh for a minute and then a heart warming hug before I got on the bus. I paid for my ride and walked towards the back seat. It was covered in stains and torn at the corner, but from my view, it was the best seat to take. As we reached back in my town my cell phone was able to work, you really think I’d have a signal in the mountain? As soon as there were bars, you could hear, “The Kill” by Thirty Seconds to Mars ring.
The bus came to a sharp halt, and as I walked off the bus in front of my house I answered my calling phone. It was Him! The one and only person who could cheer me up when I’ve just been tossed around like a rag doll by my father. I was ecstatic for Him to have called me, but I soon discovered that my heart was breaking. This wasn’t something I was mentally prepared for. As I entered my dreadful house I slammed my phone up against the wall breaking it into a thousand puzzle pieces. I ran towards my room and tore out the box filled with photo op memories. I tossed out all my precious things I held close to my heart on the floor, reaching for the tainted sin, wrapped in blood covered tissue. I unraveled the blade and took it to my sore flesh. I’m tired of it all, and I was too late to realize, that coming home was an awful mistake.
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Please Login to post comments| On March 2nd 2007 x3m0l0v3x Said : | |
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Him is her boyfriend
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| On February 28th 2007 lilgirl1690 Said : | |
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nice...are u going to continue it and who is HIM in the story? her dad? i liked it though.. |
