Hey guys so here is the next chapter, sorry for delay, my Internet crashed. But now it is back and so am I!
Here is the next chapter, just some pointers 1-the bold writing is Sydney s 'inner voice' and the italics are her reply to them. Diclaimer and thanks to cherryslushlover for beta!
Enjoy and please please please review, cristisum, improvments, what you like, ideas are all greatly appreciated.
'Life isn't about making sense of a story, it's about making your own. No matter how hard it is to write it. The finished product will be worth it!'
The first time I had looked at my clock it had read 1:37am, so all I could o was lie there and debate whether to text someone or not. But the chance of anyone being awake at this time was slim to none. But I finally managed to get to sleep, despite my occupied mind.
(Time passed)
But now it is 5:30 in the morning and I am really tired, and I cannot get back to sleep no matter how much I want to. Two minutes have passed since I last looked at my clock, and I was due to pick Adrian up at 7:00, which means I still have 1 hour and 28 minutes to think. But my mind is blank, it is refusing to generate any thoughts to occupy myself with. The only thing I can think of is Adrian. However, I do not want to talk to Adrian and I am dreading the car journey with him.
What shall I say? How shall I act?
There is a part of me that wants to forget everything that happened, but there is another part of me, a larger part that wants answers, but that larger part isn't the alchemist part. And that's what scares me.
Just say what you feel!
Shut up! I don't feel anything like that towards him. I argue with the voice in my head.
Sure, why else does it scare you then? You should be repulsed and never want to see him again. But instead you want answers, you want to know why he did it. But for some reason the fact that you are human and that he drinks blood doesn't even cross your mind.
I struggle to think of a reply, but finally tell myself that I just want answers because I like knowing things
And even though there is no reply which means I get the last word, I don't feel like I have won the argument.
An argument with myself...real mature Sydney!
(Time passed)
After arguing with myself, I had gone into the shower to calm down and relax. And as I had had time to spare, I had an extra long shower until the tips of my fingers started to wrinkle. By the time I had got all my things packed and ready for the wedding, I only had five minutes to spare, so I had taken a leisurely stroll down to reception just admiring the peace and quiet of the school. With everyone still in bed and the sun already high in the sky, it was wonderful just to stand there and do nothing.
Being at this school was a strange experience for me, minus the obvious reasons as to why. But when I was little, I had always wanted to go to university and study everything and anything, but that dream had been cut short for as soon as I became old enough, I had been forced to join the alchemists. So I had settled for school, but even then I had already been taught everything and school lost my interest.
The thought of going to a university to study still filled my dreams, learning about events in more detail, and instead of focusing on all the devastation and deaths in the 2004 indian ocean Tsunami, I could focus on the more rural and traditional citizens that survived because of an indigenous understanding of the signs of an aproaching Tsunami.
But I will never be able to go to university as long as I am an alchemist.
Then run away, or better yet, run away with Adrian, then you get both things you want.
There are so many reasons as to why I couldn't do that, one of them being that I didn't even 'want' Adrian, so I therefore didn't even reply to the voice in my head this time, and instead I turned the engine on and drowned the voice out as I headed towards his house.
There you go, next one up in a day or two and please review, write your thoughts! Xx
