December
"Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above all sizzlin' like your stare
Honey I'm on fire I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore"
-Lana Del Rey
The noise of loud rap music could be heard from down the street and the smell of sex was in the air. A place where Dahlia knew she didn't belong. So many people crowd around her and shove into her; sometimes they shout a 'sorry' but most of the time they just stare at her. As if they know she doesn't belong here. Dahlia just stays close to James, hoping to blend into his clothes and just disappear. He is already drunk and still drinking beer, he must be on his tenth beer and they have only been here for an hour. She refused to drink anything because she just doesn't like to drink. In the crowd of people she loses sight of James and feels completely vulnerable.
Making her way through the crowd, Dahlia spots a couch that has beer stains all over it. She sits down and sighs softly to herself; however she notices a couple making out right beside her. Close to the point of undressing one another. Turning her attention to the side, she notices a group of boys smoking pot out of a large bong and breathing out the white smoke into shapes. They laugh loudly and one of them falls onto the ground. Dahlia shakes her head, feeling completely dense for even coming to this party with James. Why did she even come? Her blue eyes scan the room until she spots James standing in a group with many people, mostly girls. He is a huge flirt, no question about that.
Dahlia stands up and walks over to the group. Everyone turns to face her and one of the girls rolls her hazel eyes and laughs towards another girl. All the eyes on her make her feel so nervous and almost scared; as if she can tell they are all judging her. James's glazed over eyes slowly land on her and he laughs loudly, sliding one arm around her shoulders, pulling her into an embrace. Dahlia can smell the alcohol from his breath and it is revolting to her, she almost wants to throw up. The smell of beer only reminds her of her father and his abusive ways when he was drinking.
"THIS…this girl…right here…is my girl! Ain't she pretty," James said in a drunken manner, holding Dahlia close to his body, "And she's got some nice tits as you can see."
The boys in the circle laugh while the girls roll their eyes. Dahlia's pale face flushes a hint of embarrassment. She looks down at her outfit; it isn't anything that shows off her body at all. She just has on an oversized sweater and black leggings with grey ankle boots. Unlike the other girls at the party she doesn't have a need to show off her boobs in low cut shirts or wear tons of makeup.
She shrugs herself out of his embrace which James doesn't even seem to notice, he just laughs and drinks some of his beer. Dahlia makes her way to the back of the house, but she had to shove some people out of her way who were trying to give her beer. The door slams behind her and she is all alone outside. She exhales loudly and her breath is seen in front of her due to the cold air. Sitting down on the steps, Dahlia places her head into the palm of her hand.
Her head turns to the side when she hears something rustling in the bushes. Suddenly, a small kitten appears and slowly walks over to the raven haired girl, meowing loudly. Dahlia smiles gently and a faint laugh escapes her lips. Her pale hand runs down the body of the kitten that begins to purr loudly. Picking up the kitten from the ground, she rests it in her lap and gently strokes its body. The cat is pure white, like the fresh snow that has fallen from the sky and its eyes are deep blue.
"What's a kitten like you doing way out here? All alone? Do you have a home?" She whispers gently to the kitten that has its eyes closed and continues to purr in her hands.
Dahlia turns her head to the side and looks at the house; once again she feels so out of place. Her blue eyes move away from the house and stare into the forest in front of her. She belongs in her room, in front of her piano, and dreaming about Jack. Just remembering his name makes her face flush. He seems so real, but she knows he isn't. Sadly, he isn't.
She flinches softly when she hears the back door open and footsteps are heard behind her. The small kitten raises its head from her fingers, and jumps out of her lap. Dahlia's blue eyes search for the cat but she can't find it. She turns her head sharply to see who made the cat run away, and it is James.
He has a can of beer in his hands as he sits down next the raven haired girl. The smell of alcohol is much stronger now. Dahlia looks straight ahead, hoping he won't try anything on her like he usually does.
"Why…why did you leave?" He asked loudly, and then takes a slip of her beer.
Dahlia just shrugs, "I don't belong in there."
"SURE YOU DO! YOU'RE MY GIRL! Where I go, you go."
Dahlia shakes her head and looks away from him towards the bare forest. In one of the trees she notices a figure just sitting on a branch with some sort of staff in his hand. It looks so familiar to her but she just can't put her finger on it.
Her train of thought is cut when James's lips are pressed against the side of her neck. His lips are wet and sloppy, it is disgusting. Dahlia shrugs her shoulders, hoping he will take a hint and stop trying to kiss her. However, he doesn't take the hint. In fact he advances by placing his arm around her narrow waist, pulling her closer to him. His lips trail from her neck to her chin, he kisses her chin softly and then move to her lips. She moves her head to the side, trying to avoid the kiss. He groans softly and grabs a hold of her chin, roughly placing his lips onto her. She places her hands onto his chest, trying to push him away from her. He just grabs a hold of her hands tightly.
In that moment, she realized he was nothing like Jack.
Jack's touch is soft and ever so tender.
James's touch is rough and demanding.
In that moment, she just wanted to run away to her bed and dream of Jack. Just to be with him once again and know she can be free from all the troubles in her real life.
Dahlia groans loudly into the kiss when James opens his mouth. His tongue demanding entrance, she tries to push him away. James pulls away from her face but he roughly grabs a hold of her porcelain like face. One of his hands moves to her legs and quickly to her crotch, grabbing it roughly which causes Dahlia to close her eyes tightly.
"I'm ready for third base and I'm sick of waiting for you to be ready! So open your fucking legs-" He yelled at her, staring her right in her blue eyes.
Suddenly James is picked up by the hood of his hoodie by someone behind him. Dahlia moves backwards trying to find the person but she can't see anyone. Her blue eyes move to the side when she hears him screaming. He is hanging from a tree branch right beside the steps from where they were sitting. The hood of his hoodie keeps him up in the tree but his hands can't reach the branch to get down. The strangest thing is; half of his body is frozen in solid ice. Dahlia covers her mouth in shock. She looks around for an answer but doesn't find one. She however hears the same beautiful laugh from behind her. She turns her head quickly but doesn't see anything. A gust of cold wind runs through her lock jet black locks as she looks around the back yard. Some of the wind caresses her face, like winter kisses upon her face. Delia turns her attention back to James who is hanging from the tree.
"DON'T JUST SIT THERE! GET ME DOWN D! NOW!" He yelled towards the girl, his legs kicking in the air.
Dahlia just shakes her head and she walks around the house, ignoring his pleas to her. After a long walk she makes her back to her large and empty house. She unlocks the front door and walks in, locking it behind her. The house is dark and cold; she rubs her arms as she walks up the stairs. She walks into her bedroom and tilts her head to the side when she notices her window is wide opened. Quickly, she walks over to the window but doesn't see anything outside. She only sees the moons and the stars, not a single person or animal. Her hands rest on the window's edge, her fingers gripping along the edge.
. Slowly, her knees sink to the hard wooden floor and her head rests on the window's seal. Her long black locks falling around her body, covering her pastel face. As if she is waiting for something. Or waiting for someone. Her eyes slowly close and a single tear runs down her face. Here she is, all alone and hoping to see some sort of figment from her crazy mind. A gentle sob breaks from her lips and her legs curl to her body.
Suddenly, a cold hand rests upon hers but she keeps her eyes closed.
"Jack?" She whispers softly.
"Don't open your eyes, keep them closed. This is just a dream, but I'm here now. Please stop crying." The voice whispers to her and she only nods.
It's the voice she has been dying to hear, it's Jacks.
She must be dreaming. She must have fallen asleep and didn't have time to get to her bed. But, he is right, this is a dream. She only sees him in her dreams. After all, Jack isn't real. There is no way a boy can fly. That kind of stuff only happens in fairy tales and life is no fairy tale.
She keeps her eyes closed like he told her. She can hear his feet move on the window's edge. His wintry hand rests on her black locks and his hand gently strokes her head. Her legs curl up closer to her body as she cries softly.
Why is she crying?
Is it because James touched her and only wants her for her body. Is it because of the past that she has never let go? Is it because her mother is never home and doesn't care about her passion for the piano? Is it because Jack isn't real? And she wishes he was?
Slowly, she drifts off to sleep and her body is picked up from the ground. The sense of protection grows through her body as she finally falls asleep.
[Again, this is just a small filler I wanted to write. My next chapter is going to the most important one. So I hope all my followers are as pumped as I am! Thank you for being such great people. Remember to review and write me messages. =)]
