A/N : Hmmm, it has been a while, a long while. I started writing fanfiction in 2008, I guess. One name that comes to my mind every time someone praise my fanfiction is Sylvie. She has helped me in so many way. Thank you, Sensei.
MY RIDE HOME
CHAPTER 1
The alarm rang. Despite the strong urge to bury her phone ten layers deep beneath the ground Sara opened her eyes.
She pulled it out of the thick cover, swiped the screen to stop the shrill and sat up, only to flop back on to the bed again.
Oh, how she would do anything to get another hour of good sleep.
One full minute of pep-talking herself later she woke up, stumbling into the bathroom after not so unintentionally glancing at the calendar.
It was a big day.
She needed to get ready for the big day.
The weather was cold. The hot shower felt nice on her skin. She dressed hurriedly before spending a lifetime to get her hair all perfect and ready.
Yeah. With that amount of hairspray a snowstorm could come to Vegas today and her hair would stay still in all its glory.
She smiled at the mirror as she put on a pair of her favorite earrings. Age had given her a few wrinkles here and there but she loved how mature and full of wisdom she appeared.
One more look at her reflection told her she needed something more. The dusty rose dress was cut a little too low for her neck to be bare. A nice necklace would be perfect and she just knew which one to wear.
She searched the many drawers to find that particular item of jewelry. She rummaged through every possible container before it dawned on her.
By dawned she meant something akin to the sky fell on her, along with the stars, the moon and asteroids, and every planet with its satellites.
She weighed up whether to wear the necklace. She weighed up whether going to the ceremony at all. Hell, she suddenly felt like not leaving the apartment for the next century.
Just so she could mourn, curl, cry, and get depressed.
But she had been there. She had done that enough in the past. After all these years she wouldn't let a necklace drag her back to that hell, would she?
Would she?
She moved closer to the closet by the bed, slowly like a cheetah does its prey. When she tiptoed to retrieve a leather box from the top shelf, creepy drum rolls were mentally heard.
She over dramatized the whole situation again, of course. But damn she had the right to.
Her hand shook a bit, her eyes were averted, the thought in her mind quieted when she opened the box. She reached in through photographs, letters, and all the precious little things from her wonderful past.
It felt like being electrocuted when her fingertips made contact with the velvet little box inside.
The ring.
She didn't need to see it to remember what it felt like to have it circling her finger, to remember him.
She moved on with the mission though. Once her hand reached the necklace she pulled it out and closed the box with lightning speed.
A heavy sigh escaped as she sat back on the bed, gently clasping the necklace behind her neck.
Her fingers played with the pendant, smiling bitterly. The memories attached to the crescent shaped locket were mostly wonderful.
Memories she'd like to throw into the seven seas yet she'd never had the courage to sweep off of her fractured heart.
Today something would start anew. Today a new memory would be created and hopefully overwrite the old ones.
She'd make the best out of today.
She'd be a new Sara.
She stood in front of the mirror for one last time, checking for any flaws. Did she look good enough for a wedding?
Yes.
Purse in hand, feet in seven inches heels, she was about to open the door when her phone rang.
Unknown number.
"Hello."
"Hi."
She knew that 'hi' far too well.
"Sara?"
She needed to sit. She needed something to hold on to. She needed the world to stop spinning.
"Yeah."
"This is Gil."
"Gil?"
Gil. Gil. Gil.
"Yeah, Gil."
She grasped for words. She grasped for air. Her heart almost fell into pieces all over again.
"Sara?"
"Yeah,"
"Help me."
"Huh?"
"Look outside your window."
In normal circumstances she'd ask why. In normal circumstances she'd scream and kick and swear and hurl profanities in every possible direction.
She stayed silent instead.
Six years had turned her anger to dust.
"Please, look outside your window." He begged.
Didn't she use to love it when he begged?
She opened the blind, peeked down to see a man in a suit and tie, standing next to a silver car.
Gil.
"Hi," The man waved, "I wonder if I could drive you."
Could he?
Would she let him?
"Nick," she gulped, "Nick promised to pick me up."
A kid riding a pink bike passed and Sara could almost hear the wheels turning.
"I've asked him to break that promise."
"He agreed?" Stupid question.
"He did."
"Okay." After the ceremony, there would be a bullet in Nicholas Stoke's chest.
Another kid on a bike passed, yelling something.
"Sara?"
"I'll just take a cab."
"Please,"
Something in her crumbled into nothingness. Something in her gave up.
"Wait a minute."
TBC
So, what do you think about the short intro? I hope you enjoy the first chapter. I hope you can tell me in a review. :)