Sorry about the delay, over the last two days I couldn't think of anything.
Evil writers block, but finally here is the long awaited chapter ten. Hey
Liz, I would be interested in talking to you so if you have any e-mail or
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Chapter Ten: Years of Mistaken Words
An orange moon smiled on Miles as he sat by the spring next to the grave. Sitting one of the roots directly by the spring, with his elbows on his knees and his head rested directly in the palm of his hands. There were countless times he wished he could take things he said back. Somehow he wished he could've changed Anna's mind, and somehow made her believe him. Now was one of the times he wished he could take things back. Jesse had been so hurt and angry with him, more than usual really, but then again he had offended the girl that Jesse "loved".
The woods around him circled him in comfort of the promise that Miles needed to hear: the soft sigh of the wind and the shallow whisper of the limbs of the ancient trees. A certain stillness of mind came to him as he gave a distraught sigh. Still that orange moon smiled slyly at him through the slits of the leaved tree limbs.
How could he have been so rude to Jesse? Insulted the honor of Sara? And made that scene during a meal? If Miles could do anything, he would take back these mistakes within a moment even if that included the worst he could possibly do.
As usual his thoughts have drifted to his old family, trembling now from the fit of pain throbbing in his throat. It was because of the spring. It was all because of the spring. It was the spring's curse that things were like this. If it wasn't for that spring than they would've died, they would've grown old happy. Winnie had been tangled in this and had to make a life altering decision when she shouldn't of have. And now it was Sara's turn for this spring to screw up her life. If there was someway it could go.
"So your Miles?" a soft voice said from above him in the tree. It was a girls voice, as Miles looked up he saw a girl with anguished, distant eyes, long hair in a pony tail, and a black hoodie. There were some headphones on her ears.
"Yes. Do I know you?" Miles asked looking at her squinting his eyes in mistrust towards her. That was his mutual reaction to those he didn't know. Then slowly let his gaze go normal to the spring that cursed thing.
"Probably not, but you probably insulted my dignity tonight," the girl replied raising her eyebrows climbing down from her spot in the tree. "Just because we haven't met I'll introduce myself. My name is Sara Jackson, and you would be Miles Tuck, Jesse's older brother. Oh and it's okay if you insulted me tonight, I'm used to it."
"So you're the one that's protecting his spring?" Miles asked standing up as he watched her. "Or the one that my brother loves now and protects? You've sure had an affect on him. I never seen him fight like that before."
"Yes, and yes. I do protect the spring if I had an official agreement signed by grandma herself I would show you right now, but I don't so you'll have to believe my integrity. And yes, I am the one that Jesse loves and I don't know about the protecting part, I'll just nod my head and smile as if I understand that."
"That's quite a mouthful girl, speak like that often to others?" Miles said. She sure had a big mouth and Miles didn't quite like that. But he had to admire her bravery. "If you do I hope you have some soap that you carry with you."
"Are you trying to insult me?" Sara said raising her eyebrows as she leaned on one foot folding her arms. "And no I don't always speak this way. If you didn't use that 'I'm so superior to you' tone than I would treat you with dignity."
"That wasn't meant as an insult but you could always have be an insult. And this is the tone I always use, so I don't care if you treat me with this rudeness," Miles said with irritation. "What are you doing out at this time of night anyways, girl?"
"You know what, I like you Miles. I think we'll get to know each other and get to like each other as possibly well as you can," Sara said now a bright smile on her face as she fought the laughter that wanted to arise out of her mouth. "Probably the same reason you're out here."
"You really think so? You are very strange." Miles said smiling slightly. So Miles was wrong, again. She seemed to be a bit on the depressed side but was irritatingly funny, with a big mouth that wasn't afraid to insult. She would be fun to argue with.
"Why thank you! That's the best compliment I've received all day!" Sara said with a bright grin, blue eyes lighting up. Laughing she then looked at him. "So did you have that fight with Jesse?"
"How did you know?" Miles asked again the part smile fading off his lips. Suddenly there was a metallic taste in his mouth as he remembered what he said. Yes he was very wrong, as usual. Another mistaken words that he would have to live with. "Yes, I did. And once again words I wish I could take back."
"I do the same thing, so you're not the only one. It makes you wish that you could just cut off your tongue so you wouldn't be able to speak again and hurt another person again. But most of all you wish you could forget those words and be able to take away that pain from them," Sara said softly as she stared into his eyes understanding that disgusted, hurt expression in his eyes.
"Why are you out here?" Miles said choosing not to reply her words for fear that he would loose it. All he did unconsciously was gave a little nod towards her word and looked away from her understanding gaze.
"My parents are fighting again, I'm not going to listen to another fight, if I do.. I'll probably hurt myself or have to go on those anti-depressants that doesn't really work that well. You probably wouldn't understand what I mean," Sara said taking her turn in turning away.
"I probably understand this more than you," Miles said with a wry smile as he thought upon all his years of his prolonged life. "I probably can give you answers to why your parents fight, it all comes down to these terms 'damned if you do, damned if you don't' and 'been there done that'."
"You know what. Your right, you would know about my problems. Probably understand the urge to kill yourself too.." Sara said looking back towards him. Finally! Someone that understood her! Jesse would be able to partially understand her, but that was it. But Miles had all ready felt this he would understand.
"I do. This everlasting life is horrible. It's horrible when your own wife turns away from you. You can never resolve anything with your family and you're trapped in your own pain and there's no escape. No one to talk to because there isn't anyone that would believe or understand you."
Sara stared at him, unable to form any words. Feelings bubbled up in her throat as she thought about his words, then the flash memory of Mary's beautiful face covered in blood, the faces of her parents in rage, and everything blended into one. She didn't even realize she was crying till she tasted the salt tears in her mouth.
"You've had a rough life, that left you hard on the outside but inside you need someone to free you from those demons. But when you drink from this water it will grow worst. Those memories will still be piercing in your heart and there isn't anyway you can resolve it," Miles said staring at her, growing slightly concerned as he watched those tears come down her cheek. Standing by her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know you won't be able to tell your troubles to Jesse, but maybe I'll understand."
"But why would you care?" Sara asked as her word became dizzy it almost felt as if she wasn't able to breathe anymore. "My parents have always fought, it just became normal but then I watched as my friend died from a drunk driver and I came out with minor injuries. Then a year later my parents got a divorce. And I almost killed myself and was a cutter for a while. And now I don't know what to do."
"You shouldn't have to deal with that. None of kids these days should have to deal with this. Children are less innocent than they were in my times. I wish there was a way to stop this. I wish there was a way that all this could end. That the world would be simple and happy again. But there isn't a thing either of us can do. We simply have to breathe and move on somehow. I'm still stuck on what to do, there has to be a solution around here."
"I don't think there is such a solution, Miles. Nothing can fence these demons. Unless you want to be religious. But there isn't anything all except having something to grasp. Miles, there is so many things we have in common. Can I at least have your trust in the care of this spring?"
"You can have my trust, I'm sorry if I seem like that I don't trust you. You're a good kid Sara; I think you'll make my family very happy. I'm sure my parents are waiting to meet you. If you want I can take you the cottage tonight."
"I'd love to," Sara said smiling brightly once again wiping those tears away hastily then looked at Miles with a new hope. Sara liked her new-found- friend.
Maybe this was the solution Miles had been waiting for all along. This could be the solution for the years of mistaken words.
Chapter Ten: Years of Mistaken Words
An orange moon smiled on Miles as he sat by the spring next to the grave. Sitting one of the roots directly by the spring, with his elbows on his knees and his head rested directly in the palm of his hands. There were countless times he wished he could take things he said back. Somehow he wished he could've changed Anna's mind, and somehow made her believe him. Now was one of the times he wished he could take things back. Jesse had been so hurt and angry with him, more than usual really, but then again he had offended the girl that Jesse "loved".
The woods around him circled him in comfort of the promise that Miles needed to hear: the soft sigh of the wind and the shallow whisper of the limbs of the ancient trees. A certain stillness of mind came to him as he gave a distraught sigh. Still that orange moon smiled slyly at him through the slits of the leaved tree limbs.
How could he have been so rude to Jesse? Insulted the honor of Sara? And made that scene during a meal? If Miles could do anything, he would take back these mistakes within a moment even if that included the worst he could possibly do.
As usual his thoughts have drifted to his old family, trembling now from the fit of pain throbbing in his throat. It was because of the spring. It was all because of the spring. It was the spring's curse that things were like this. If it wasn't for that spring than they would've died, they would've grown old happy. Winnie had been tangled in this and had to make a life altering decision when she shouldn't of have. And now it was Sara's turn for this spring to screw up her life. If there was someway it could go.
"So your Miles?" a soft voice said from above him in the tree. It was a girls voice, as Miles looked up he saw a girl with anguished, distant eyes, long hair in a pony tail, and a black hoodie. There were some headphones on her ears.
"Yes. Do I know you?" Miles asked looking at her squinting his eyes in mistrust towards her. That was his mutual reaction to those he didn't know. Then slowly let his gaze go normal to the spring that cursed thing.
"Probably not, but you probably insulted my dignity tonight," the girl replied raising her eyebrows climbing down from her spot in the tree. "Just because we haven't met I'll introduce myself. My name is Sara Jackson, and you would be Miles Tuck, Jesse's older brother. Oh and it's okay if you insulted me tonight, I'm used to it."
"So you're the one that's protecting his spring?" Miles asked standing up as he watched her. "Or the one that my brother loves now and protects? You've sure had an affect on him. I never seen him fight like that before."
"Yes, and yes. I do protect the spring if I had an official agreement signed by grandma herself I would show you right now, but I don't so you'll have to believe my integrity. And yes, I am the one that Jesse loves and I don't know about the protecting part, I'll just nod my head and smile as if I understand that."
"That's quite a mouthful girl, speak like that often to others?" Miles said. She sure had a big mouth and Miles didn't quite like that. But he had to admire her bravery. "If you do I hope you have some soap that you carry with you."
"Are you trying to insult me?" Sara said raising her eyebrows as she leaned on one foot folding her arms. "And no I don't always speak this way. If you didn't use that 'I'm so superior to you' tone than I would treat you with dignity."
"That wasn't meant as an insult but you could always have be an insult. And this is the tone I always use, so I don't care if you treat me with this rudeness," Miles said with irritation. "What are you doing out at this time of night anyways, girl?"
"You know what, I like you Miles. I think we'll get to know each other and get to like each other as possibly well as you can," Sara said now a bright smile on her face as she fought the laughter that wanted to arise out of her mouth. "Probably the same reason you're out here."
"You really think so? You are very strange." Miles said smiling slightly. So Miles was wrong, again. She seemed to be a bit on the depressed side but was irritatingly funny, with a big mouth that wasn't afraid to insult. She would be fun to argue with.
"Why thank you! That's the best compliment I've received all day!" Sara said with a bright grin, blue eyes lighting up. Laughing she then looked at him. "So did you have that fight with Jesse?"
"How did you know?" Miles asked again the part smile fading off his lips. Suddenly there was a metallic taste in his mouth as he remembered what he said. Yes he was very wrong, as usual. Another mistaken words that he would have to live with. "Yes, I did. And once again words I wish I could take back."
"I do the same thing, so you're not the only one. It makes you wish that you could just cut off your tongue so you wouldn't be able to speak again and hurt another person again. But most of all you wish you could forget those words and be able to take away that pain from them," Sara said softly as she stared into his eyes understanding that disgusted, hurt expression in his eyes.
"Why are you out here?" Miles said choosing not to reply her words for fear that he would loose it. All he did unconsciously was gave a little nod towards her word and looked away from her understanding gaze.
"My parents are fighting again, I'm not going to listen to another fight, if I do.. I'll probably hurt myself or have to go on those anti-depressants that doesn't really work that well. You probably wouldn't understand what I mean," Sara said taking her turn in turning away.
"I probably understand this more than you," Miles said with a wry smile as he thought upon all his years of his prolonged life. "I probably can give you answers to why your parents fight, it all comes down to these terms 'damned if you do, damned if you don't' and 'been there done that'."
"You know what. Your right, you would know about my problems. Probably understand the urge to kill yourself too.." Sara said looking back towards him. Finally! Someone that understood her! Jesse would be able to partially understand her, but that was it. But Miles had all ready felt this he would understand.
"I do. This everlasting life is horrible. It's horrible when your own wife turns away from you. You can never resolve anything with your family and you're trapped in your own pain and there's no escape. No one to talk to because there isn't anyone that would believe or understand you."
Sara stared at him, unable to form any words. Feelings bubbled up in her throat as she thought about his words, then the flash memory of Mary's beautiful face covered in blood, the faces of her parents in rage, and everything blended into one. She didn't even realize she was crying till she tasted the salt tears in her mouth.
"You've had a rough life, that left you hard on the outside but inside you need someone to free you from those demons. But when you drink from this water it will grow worst. Those memories will still be piercing in your heart and there isn't anyway you can resolve it," Miles said staring at her, growing slightly concerned as he watched those tears come down her cheek. Standing by her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know you won't be able to tell your troubles to Jesse, but maybe I'll understand."
"But why would you care?" Sara asked as her word became dizzy it almost felt as if she wasn't able to breathe anymore. "My parents have always fought, it just became normal but then I watched as my friend died from a drunk driver and I came out with minor injuries. Then a year later my parents got a divorce. And I almost killed myself and was a cutter for a while. And now I don't know what to do."
"You shouldn't have to deal with that. None of kids these days should have to deal with this. Children are less innocent than they were in my times. I wish there was a way to stop this. I wish there was a way that all this could end. That the world would be simple and happy again. But there isn't a thing either of us can do. We simply have to breathe and move on somehow. I'm still stuck on what to do, there has to be a solution around here."
"I don't think there is such a solution, Miles. Nothing can fence these demons. Unless you want to be religious. But there isn't anything all except having something to grasp. Miles, there is so many things we have in common. Can I at least have your trust in the care of this spring?"
"You can have my trust, I'm sorry if I seem like that I don't trust you. You're a good kid Sara; I think you'll make my family very happy. I'm sure my parents are waiting to meet you. If you want I can take you the cottage tonight."
"I'd love to," Sara said smiling brightly once again wiping those tears away hastily then looked at Miles with a new hope. Sara liked her new-found- friend.
Maybe this was the solution Miles had been waiting for all along. This could be the solution for the years of mistaken words.