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Moving pictures

Chapter one – Prologue

By Memphizz


The year - 2010

She sat by the window in her room, her chin rested on her knees clutching her leg together with her arms, watching the rain drops falling making contact with the glass. The sound of the rain droplets hitting against the window engulfed the small room, it was deafening yet tranquil to many, but not her. She hated the rain, she despised the rain it had a purpose, it was needed. What was her purpose was she needed? Did she know…?

'I love you...'

Tears blurred her vision, her memories overwhelming her, taunting her mind like a plague. Why was the past so painful? Was it because her father left her mother for another woman, was it because her mother was diagnose with breast cancer or was it because of him? His face implanted into her mind, so vivid and unambiguous like a recent photograph, she never forgot his facial features and she never will. So was her past so painful because of him,was it because he cared what she had to say, was it because he was the only one who truly listened or was it because they were best friends, both going through different problems in their life's and trying to get through it in one piece together.

'you're my wonderwall…"

She missed him. She missed the way he looked at her like she was a crazy spaz, she missed his witty come-backs, his blunt sense of humour, the way he walked, the way he put his arms around her to pull her closer to him when she needed an hug. She missed the way he made her laugh out loud, she missed the way he teased her just to make her react and the random innocuous naming calling. She missed his guitar hands, and the way they touched her and made her feel…

'Sora…'

She opened her eyes suddenly and came to the dire realization she was still alone in her room and not in his guitar hands. Sadness washed over her, she wanted to go back so badly, she wanted him back, but she knew it was not possible, she knew he would not be able to touch her or hold her with his guitar hands again.

Was it silly to think about him and his guitar hands she thought to herself. She smiled; it was the first smile she made the whole day. She suddenly frowned slightly and tried to reminisce why she referred to his hands as guitar hands. She always told him he had the guitar hands and he would just laugh at her and say, 'well duh I'm the back-up bassist for my band'. She gazed down and shook her head briefly, it was not because he played the guitar all the time, maybe it was how they felt; she never felt hands like his. She could not explain it, but when he touched her bare skin with those guitar hands, she always felt a strange sensation, like all her tribulations would vanish and sense of peace washed over her. No one else's touch made her feel like that, no ones.

Her auburn eyes gazed outside, it was still raining and it has been raining for almost three days straight. Her eyes closed as an indiscernible sigh escaped her lips.

"I need a drink," she said out loud.

She opened your eyes, reluctantly stood up straight, turned to the direction of the door that separated her room from the rest of the apartment and walked towards it and then she began to turn the cold metal knob…

'Don't go…'

She froze suddenly, her right hand still on the door's knob her eyes looking at the white door in front of her. She closed her eyes and she placed her forehead against the wood object, get out of my head. Till this day she was still in a constant war with her thoughts, she had no control over them and she hated not being in control. Her eyes shot open, turned the knob quickly, exited her room and briskly walked towards her kitchen.

Her apartment was huge, spacious and neat, just the way she liked it even if she was the only occupant, it is her place of rest, her place of relaxation. It was a contemporary apartment but still cozy, the ceiling and walls were painted white and so were the doors too. The furniture was exclusive, modern and dark also the deco she used was current with today's trends. The space included and a huge living room and two large bedrooms fully furniture with a queen size bed, side tables with matching lamps, flat screen TV and DVD player. Each bedroom had its own built on bathroom, one slightly smaller than the other and both included a shower, bathtub, two metal towel rods and a single sink with a huge framed mirror above the sink.

The kitchen was an open plan kitchen, all white, white cupboards, white tiles, white walls and even white kitchen appliances. Nonetheless it was modern and a well organized space. Hardly used of course, cooking was not her forte; she was more of a take-outs kind of a person.

The family/dinning room was used as a design studio, the floor was littered with papers with drawings of her latest ideas, but she didn't mind, she was not very good at being organized and neat when she was in her 'creative zone' she liked to call it. This rooms walls were painted red, her favourite colour, the curtains were beige with gold vertical narrow strips, and a huge table was positioned in the center of room, cuts of material covering it making difficult to distinguish the surface of the table. By the left side corner of the red room was a life size fashion mannequin, next to it was a small oak table with a sewing machine placed on it and next to the sewing machine were her blue out-dated headphones. This was by far her favourite room in the apartment, every time she went into this room she was in her element, in her own world where she made the rules, no one could tell her what to do, she was in the drivers seat. She loved this room, she loved it more than her bedroom, heck it was her bedroom, she spent more time in the studio than her own bedroom. She was a proud workaholic; her work took up all her time, time away from her friends.

She flipped the kitchen light on and processed with a determined stride towards the cupboard that contained the much desirable alcoholic beverage. She opened the white cupboard of her all white kitchen, reached for the half empty 2007 pinotage bottle without blinking twice and placed it on the well cleaned counter. She reached to her left and with her left arm opened the cupboard where all her glasses were kept, took out a wine glass and then placed it right next to the bottle and closed both the white cupboards simultaneously with her hands. Not wasting any more precious time, she vigorously pulled the cork out of the wine bottle, placed the cork on her counter, and without any vacillation poured herself a half a glass. As she finished pouring the wine in the glass, she placed the wine bottle on the counter and she inhaled a breath of air before she held the glass up towards her mouth, closed her eyes gently and drank the velvet red liquid in one gulp. She gasped for a breath of air and simultaneously used the same hand she drank with to wipe away the excess wine on the corner of her mouth.

'Don't stop…'

Still trying to catch her breath placed the empty wine glass and both her hands on the counter and closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head at the same time, go away damnit! She open her eyes again and began to lean forward against the kitchens counter, her hands supporting her weight, her head titled downward staring at the clean kitchen floor. Still trying to catch her breath, she could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Calm down…

She raised her head up. Some of her red hair blocking her vision but only slightly.

Her eyes scanner her apartment from left to right and right to left, not one single picture frame hung from the walls and not one single picture stood on a table, not a single one.

That's the way she like it. A sinister smile appeared on her face, she dropped her head down shaking it briefly and looked up again, and an imperceptible snicker escaped her lips. Last thing she wanted were images depicting her friends and family having a good time, looking happy and cheery hanging around her apartment, righteously staring back at her. They just brought back memories, memories she wanted to suppress, and even if they were happy memories they were all painful to her. But they weren't supposed to hurt, they were suppose to make you feel good inside, make you smile and laugh. They were suppose to make you say 'those were the good ol days' out loud or make you ask your good friend of many years, 'remember when…'. No, her good memories did not make her feel good inside, instead they make her feel sore inside, like it was eating her alive slowly. Her memories defiantly did not make her smile happily or make her laugh out loud, instead they made her cry. They made her heart ache, they made her feel regretful and guilty, and they made her hate herself. She could not forgive herself for what she did…did to him…

'Why…?'

She looks at the bottle of wine, staring at it like it was the devil itself tempting her.

Was this the solution to all her problems? She knew better, alcohol was not the solution and yet she walked the ten minutes it took to get to the liquor store, entered through the front door still wearing her sunglasses, walked towards wine section, selected her choice then continue to make her way toward the till point to pay for the wine and exited the store. Why was that she thought, she knew better, right? She started to doubt herself.

She shook her head and lowered it down towards the floor once again, still leaning forward again the kitchen counter, raised her head, her eyes gazed upon the wine bottle. She was screaming inside trying to take control of her thoughts and her body, fighting herself. Her body started to get tense, both her hands forming fits on the kitchen counter her finger nails digging into her skin. She began to bite her bottom lip hard coursing slight pain, sweat ran down her right temple, her eyes still staring at the glass wine bottle. She would not be tempted…

'I hate you…'

She stood up straight, without hesitation took hold of the bottle firmly with her right hand and tilted the neck towards the wine glass and she started to slant her head slightly to left watching the liquid fill up the glasses empty space – waiting impatiently until the last drop fell. Her facial expression evident of what she was feeling; guilt…despair…desperation – she wanted it all to go away.

Flashes of her past started to appear in her mind vigorously, like a moving picture so clear and vivid.

She had no control.

The last drop of wine fell to create the last ripple and before the ripple could settle she placed the wine bottle on the counter, took hold of wine glass firmly and began drinking wine like her life depended on it.

'be mine…'

Her eyes closed tightly trying to block out the flashes.

'leave me alone…'

Tears escaped from her tightly closed eyes and started to run down the side of her face staining her red long sleeve cotton t-shirt.

'I can change…'

Struggling to swallow the dry tasting liquid formed a fist with her free hand hoping it would help.

'I promise…'

Within two gulps the wine was finished.

She took in a breath, placed the glass on the counter, slid her back down against the counter to the floor and began to weeping uncontrollably. Her emotion took over her, consuming her entire being, overpowering her like a fatally disease. She placed the palm of her right hand across her lament face, tears running down her youthful face, she was trying to understand why it hurt so much, why her heart was aching. She buried her head in her arms making it harder to hear her whimpers. She felt alone and sorry for herself like she was the only one in the entire world going through this imperious pain and ceaseless anguish.

The flashes of her past were still irrepressibly occupying her head space, no sign of withdrawing. She needed a resolution to conquer these domineering thoughts in her head that have been plaguing her all these years. Hurting her inside, pushing her over the edge of reasoning. What was that solution, what was it? "GO AWAY!" she screamed into her folded arms. And there was silence, the only resonance that could be heard was the rain making contact with glass windows of the apartment. She raised her head up slightly, her blood shot eyes gazing in front of her searching for an answer. They were gone, the flashes of her past just vanished in her head like they did not exist, like they did not matter anymore.

Unfolded her arms she simultaneously placed both her hand on the cold white tiles and pushed herself with her hands and feet off from the floor into a standing position. Tears still aimlessly running down her face, she used her right sleeve to rub away the salty tasting liquid from both the sides of her cheeks and attempted to dry her eyes the best she could. She was unsure what she was feeling at that moment, relief maybe or was it something else, a feeling she had not felt before until now. She could not decipher what this foreign emotion washing over her was. But it did not matter at this time, the thoughts of her past were gone and that what was all that mattered.

"Thank God," she said softly.

She closed her eyes letting a sigh of relief escape her lips and reopened her eyes leisurely, her left hand on the kitchen counter she processed to rotate her body one hundred and eighty degree to the left so that her back was now facing the kitchen. Her eyes casually gazing downward to the floor, not really paying any attention to her surroundings, a sense of calm washed over her like the weight of world lifted off her shoulders. She looked up and smiled from the left corner of her mouth letting a lucid snicker escape her lips, she knew it would not last.

Suddenly a red and blue striped box caught her eye.

It was located in one of shelves of the dark brown wall unit underneath the 47' plasma TV in the living room. Why didn't she notice it before? Maybe causes it was the irrefutable fact that she did really spend her spare time in the living room watching TV or maybe she was constantly too busy to even take any notice of its presences in her own apartment.

What was in it she wondered. Her curiosity took over and she started to take long strides, in an endeavor to get there sooner than later, towards the living room, bent down with her knees in front of the wall unit, simultaneously placing both her hands on the sides of the box and slid it out carefully from the shelf. Still holding the box in the air, examined its features by looking underneath it, both the sides, and on the top. It was rectangular in shape, about the same size of a large shoe box and it had its own lid to protect the content inside it from falling out or from exposure. The lid had the same colour patterns as the box's; red and blue stripes which corresponded with the stripes of the boxes exactly. By the thick blanket of dust that covered the top of the box's lid, she concluded it had been in the same unmoved position for least a year. It wasn't too heavy, defiantly something occupied its space, but what exactly?

Using her knees, she moved her body ninety degree to the right and placed the box on the floor carefully, at attempt not to disturb the contents inside until she opened it up and examine the unknown contents thoroughly. Still kneeling on the floor in front of the box she lifted off the lid of the box steadily and subsequently placed it on the right side of the box in a singular motion. Her jaw dropped a bit after her brain finished comprehending what she saw and what she saw in the box surprised her and was even taken aback from what was she saw with her own two eyes. There staring back at her were several tapes, video tapes to be more precise, and each tape was labeled with black permanent maker, each with a year marked on them, and some tapes were marked with the same year.

A smile emerge on her face, they were her tapes from high school.

She could not believe her eyes.

Back in high school, wherever she went she always carried a bright red hand held video camera with her and video tape the city, the people living in the city, sport events and most of time her friends. What was her motive for video taping? Because she could, hell it was her life. Her friends did not mind, well they did tolerate it, not like they had a choice of the matter.

She laughed softly

Life through a lens…

The actually rationale for her motion picture antics was to try depict life and the life's of people she cared very much for at the time. Basically she just wanted a documentary on her friends and of course her own life and that she could go back whenever and watch her past unfolded on the screen. She wanted to visionally construct good memories, memories that she and her friends could see and have a good laugh at one another. That was the main purpose of it really; to create memories. Ironical, memories she wants to forget.

It had been years since she watched them, but in actual fact did she truly want to watch them again? That was the burning question going though her mind at that moment, should she watch the tapes and risk heartache or maybe she will enjoy watching them and get a good laugh from it. She was in two minds…yes...no…yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes…

She took hold of the first tape marked '2002' which was the earliest year marked on itand she looked at her VCR, then back at the tape in her hand, then back to the VCR…no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no. yes…

What the hell…

She quickly slotted the video tape into her VCR player and began vigorously searching for the remote control for the TV, where's that damn thing. She searched the wall unit from top to bottom, her coffee table then the black leather seat recliner and eventually she spotted in on the her three-seater santana leather couch's right arm. She grabbed it pointed towards the TV and hit the red on button, instantly a picture appeared on the screen of the TV. Already located the VCR's remote she pointed it towards the video playing machine and she froze…

Her right hand still clutching the VCR's remote tightly, pointing it at the VCR machine, doubt entered her mind.

She looked down at the device in her hand, her index finger on the play button.

She knew she just needed put a little more pressure on the button and automatically the first tape will start playing and what was recorded many years ago would be revealed.

She looked up at the TV screen with fear in her eyes.

But she did not know what the consequences that will materialize if she did add that little bit more pressure to the button with her index finger and subsequently play out her past on a screen. That terrified her the most, the unknown end result from watching these tapes she made.

She looked down at the remote and back up at the TV screen.

She pressed play


Song playing – 'chasing cars' by Snow Patrol

A/N: Hey guys! If you haven't figured in out yet, the girl going through hell in this chapter was Sora.

OK, who thinks she needs to see a shrink? Or at least attend an AA meeting? *raises hand reluctantly*

Hey I promise the next chapter will be less sad and depressing and sad… :)

And other characters will appear in the next chapter too :D

This is my very first story I've written, yay me! So what you think? Please review! I really like to get your opinion on it and of course constructive criticism is welcomed.

Oh and I apologize for any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors.

Peace