Durin`s Box
Chapter 1 It was Suffocating….
!!Disclaimer : I love Toliken and Peter Jackson's works; and would never commit copyright over these beloved characters .I am a simple Fan of this Fiction with and added twist of my own. Characters all belong to Tolkien and Peter Jackson .. save for my Reyah. This is a fun musing nothing more or less. Hope you Enjoy … Durins Box ..
Synopsis :
Breath would not come to Reyah; the only thing gifted to hers the steady stream of tears. It all came crashing down one day when she realized she was trapped. Not a man made trap. Nor you were minding your own business and then..Surprise ! ..you`ve been kidnapped. No all the: decisions, fate , calamity after disaster had all led to this: Her alone in her room with her silent rain. She just knew she had to start over.. Somewhere where she could live as she dreamed … somewhere in a land that wasn't this grey world she cam to hate..Somewhere where a certain Grey Wizard was putting an idea of a journey of epic tales to a genuine Dwarf King. Definitely a story of adventure , angst , sorrow and love coming up …..!
Chapter 1 It was Suffocating….
The point where I believed myself to be impenetrable. Nothing or no one could put a chink in my tough as nails armor; was all but a grandiose joke, as I slid to the cold concrete floor of my room. Silent were the tears, cold was the floor. In attempt to sooth myself from this pathetic point I had gotten ;I laid my face to the grey ground trying to put cups to a raging flood which came.
Crashing down was the realization of that I was trapped in a box of the events and decisions that shaped my life.
Thank God the walls couldn't talk because if they did I would never live down the shame I felt, or the despair.
I concluded as I looked at myself in the mirror of my mind; glancing at the myriad of imperfections I loathed..this wasn't what I envisioned for myself.
My body; wanting to be strong physically and mentally. Reaching so close to my goals, but falling before it could be grasped. Being alone to the point of where the sting faded to a dull ache. were just a blandness few of the many things I loathed of mine.
Where my life would be at 19 and the dissapointment that followed.
This joke of a backwards thinking town I lived in, where even the roads formed a trap of interconnecting walls confirming the reality of this box. The college where I felt more like a whispering ghost than an actual student, where for a moment I burned bright. I glowed with the elatedness inside my being of achieving the hope of going to a University. When I all but believed I would never go. And then disaster ; cliche goes to too many parties, goes with the wrong guys all to be overwhelming alone in the end with only myself and that horrible boy to blame.
And the only family I had not burned down the bridge on or who had not betrayed me. My grandmother who was Mama in my eyes in every since of the word. She never wanted to be called grandmother so instated on her first name Edith. ( Yes I called my grandmother Edith when I was 5 til 13 then I started calling her Mama .W hen I gave up hope of my birth mother ever returning to great me with a smile and a voice I couldn't remember any more. But she was a comfort to me and I to her.
But I didn't want it to be like this. It felt like you wear holding silken thread you knew that would fall at anytime; the only question was when Mama would pass on. And alone again I would be the child no one wanted to be the pain and disappointment in everyone`s side .
I dreamed of traveling without a care; make it up as I go along. Learn everything and experience all what this world had. But somehow in this life I whether it be by my hands or others I was stuck in the circle while trapped: pounding on the box. Going crazy as I pieced together all the things that kept me form going on finding bliss that would last.
"I am Reyah Eames." I thought as I slowly stood ,"And this is not my end. It`s my beginning. I slowly walked to my bed and then collapsed, curling into the covers I thought to myself ….
,"With the hope of tomorrow I knew what I would change; and who I would be tomorrow from that change. "I had a plan ", smiling to myself softly.."Nothing is unbreakable from what I learned ,and I would use that knowledge as my tool to leave this suffocating prison."
This box has a weakness and it will fold.
" It must , " I softly plead in the darkness. Burying my face in the welcoming sleep.