I've Seen Better Days – A Twilight Story
Chapter Two: Dreams
The day was endless. Impatience laced my thoughts but I had not yet come to reason with myself. Finally the meadow fell into Twilight, the stars fading into dreams. I could hold off no longer. It was time. He glanced at me for a few brief moments. Maybe seconds. I couldn't tell. He began to talk, looking at the darkening sky, his mouth slowly forming words. I began my answers. Yes, love. That is true, love. Perhaps, love. No, love. Well, maybe yes, love. You know more about it than I do love. I'll be fine love.
The grass was pretty, but dull. The roses were pretty, but dull. I was a little pretty, but increadably dull. Everything I thought was pretty was dull, compared to him. The only thing in this world that I could express my love for was him. And he was the brightest of all my world, but next to him there were the stars. Beautiful, brilliant and lustrous lighting up my whole world to give way to him.
I remember that night. The fading blue sky danced upon his lips. It reminded me of ice sheeting the wilderness in a far off island, over shadowed by the hand of the moon. I remember Death's first knock. The pain crushing down upon my dull little body. My dull little life. My arms, my legs. My whole physical being. It all felt like lead. Dull lead.
Fire rinsed through my skin. I clenched my teeth. I held back a scream, the gasps of pain. The words "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" being whispered into my ear. I couldn't see. I could barely breathe. I pictured the sun crashing below the sea. Its drops of honey yellow warming the ice upon the grass, turning it to dew. The frozen roses filled with the life of another. A new laugh may bring a life. But a kiss will bring death for sure.
I awoke abruptly. 'What the kasniggets??' I wondered. I twitched uncomfortably recalling the subject of my dream. It had been that guy from Hot Topic. His face flashed through my head once more and I felt a shock race through my shoulder blade. I shivered and realized that I had broke out in a cold sweat. I glanced at my alarm clock and groaned. Three in the morning again. I rolled over and hid under my covers praying that I would fall back to sleep, preferably a dreamless one. Thoughts of him annoyed the sleep away from me, and just as it was in my grasp my alarm clock blared to life. I pressed the off button and slid to the floor, tripping and slamming into my cd player. I gasped in shock, holding my stomach, as the player toppled over and on my head. I lay on the floor for a second, taking in the mess around me.
I groaned as I realized my favorite Paramore cd was broken, the one I had yet to put onto my computer. 'Lovely. And today was supposed to be a good day.' I slowly got off the floor and proceeded to restore order to my room. Well as much as it could be restored. Then I grabbed my second to favorite jeans, avoiding my favorite pair thanks to the ominous sign I had just received, and a t-shirt. I quickly washed my face and went through the usual morning routine of brushing my teeth, putting on deoderant and all that lovely stuff, including trying to tame my hair. Not working out too well for me. Finally fed up I put it up in a messy bun avoiding make up all together since it always seemed to run away from my face.
I walked down stairs and grabbed a piece of toast, kissing my family goodbye, and practically ran to my decrepit camaro. I had saved up money to get a paint job so I could make it look just like bumble bee from the movie Transformers. I had a thing for it. Yes I am a nerd, but a cute nerd... I think. At least thats what I keep telling myself. Sad as it is. I slammed the door to the car and revved the engine as soon as I turned the key, then gunned it as I pulled out. My dad glared from the front porch and I waved goodbye as I sped toward the school.