watch?v=Km_yWVCGTrM Tongue Tied- Faber Drive
Ninety nine percent of the time when I write a story I am listening to music- it inspires me- so I am going do something new & try to post one song per chapter, whichever song I was listening to when I wrote it. That way I get to let you guys in on my inspiration and you have some tunes to listen to :) So chapter one was brought to you by the track above. Enjoy!
They say that Jack Frost is responsible for the chill you feel in the winter, when frost turns your window into a drawing board and the wind nips at your nose. He's the one who whips up the snow and sends it flying through the air, twirling and dancing. But just because you see and feel all of this, does it mean that you truly believe? I didn't. Not at first. But Jack has a way of getting noticed and I have no idea what I would have done if he hadn't of knocked on my window that night. He changed my life. And he could change yours too, if you let yourself believe...
It was cold outside. Colder than I remembered it being last winter. But then again I was 3,000 feet above the ground. I dropped my hand from the plane window and leaned back, resting my head against the seat with a sigh. I let my eyes dropped closed, heavy from exhaustion and crying, and listened to the hum of the plane as it hung in the air. Ten more minutes until we reached the airport, or at least that was what the pilot had said a few minutes ago. I could already feel the plane slowly starting to descend.
People shuffled around me, talking softly and tilting their heads up to try and figure out the best way to get their luggage out of the overhead carriers. There was no one next to me and I was grateful that the row was empty. I didn't want to talk to anyone. In fact, I wasn't sure that I wanted the plane to land. As long as I hung up here, suspended in the air, then I didn't have to admit to what had happened. I could pretend that everything was normal. That my life wasn't falling to pieces...
I turned back to the window, pulling up the shade so I could see the sky. Snowflakes were swirling outside of the window and I wondered how they could form this high up, there were no clouds. I glanced around at the rest of the sky and noticed the moon off in the distance, bright and full. Wow it was big. A thought flickered through my mind- a memory- how my mother used to tell me stories about the man in the moon. How long ago that seemed.
I shook my head, chasing the thought away. The last thing I needed was to start crying on a plane. I pressed my face against the glass using the cold surface to try and clear my head. Maybe I could get a better look at the moon... I began to turn, when I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye.
What was that? It was too fast to be another plane. In fact it was so quick that I wondered for a moment I wondered if I had just imagined it.
"Miss?"
A voice startled me out of my thoughts and I turned to see one of the flight attendants looking at me expectantly.
"Yes?"
"Your ipod." She motioned to my lap and I looked down, only then realizing that I still had my ear buds in. I had paused the music long ago. "I'll need you to store that until we land."
"Oh." I said. "Right. I'm sorry."
I yanked the cords out of my ear and watched as she walked away, checking that all of the other passengers were ready to land. With my ear buds out I could hear more and I closed my eyes again, trying to find any new sounds. I turned it into a sort of game with myself and I had almost forgotten about the strange flash, when I heard something new. A sharp tap in the window. My eyes shot open and I turned my head just in time to see another flash, then it was gone.
"What the-"
That time I was sure I hadn't imagined it. And that time I was also sure that it wasn't just snow I saw because part of the flash had been blue. Had that thing just tapped on the window? I wasn't sure that birds could fly this high but that was the only logical explanation... Wasn't it?
I shook my head. Oh gosh I really was going insane. This was the last thing I needed. Without thinking I unwound my ear buds and shoved them back in my ears, turning up the music. The flight attendant could go bother someone else. I doubted my music would cause the plane to crash and right now I needed the distraction. 'Bright cold silver moon, tonight alone in my room, you were here just yesterday...' This time I actually listened to the words, letting them pull me away as our plane made its way closer and closer to the ground.