Then, i saw a beautiful image.
A woman dressed in all white and hair so flowingly gorgeous and blonde i couldn't believe it at first.
It was my mother.
"Evelyn.. Evelyn.. Get up.."
"Evelyn.. EVELYN! GET UP!" i felt cold medal pecking at my cheek. I took a glimpse at my reality and it was just Spot. Not.. Her.
I felt a jab of anger each time Spot stuck his stupid cane at my body. So i got up silently, not looking at Spot at all, or any of the other newsies that were waiting for me down there and just walked off down to the water where the newsies usually were during the evening.
I really didn't want to talk to anyone. That dream was too powerful for me to speak. I felt so helpless, i even felt like there was fresh warm blood all over me.
Maybe that was why i head jumped into the freezing cold water.
I heard yells of panic at first and then when i entered the water, it was silent. I could hear no one, just my own sad thoughts. But then it hit me.
I can't swim.
I struggled with the water, trying to fight to get to the surface. The mumbles i heard were from an angered a boy when he grabbed me under water.
He looked like.. "BRANDON!" i yelled but they were only gurgles of water. "What in hell was you thinkin'?!" his mouth yelled angry words at me, but his face looked overall relieved. When my back met the warm solid ground of the docks, i coughed up water.
"Bran" coughing, i tried to open my eyes "don.." i reached up at his beautifully missed face. "Bran.. Don?" everything became clear. All the newsies faces' were clear and who once was Brandon became the face of Spot.
Spot rescued me. Why? Why not just let me die, like the helpless being i am?
I felt the tears about to leave my eyes before i wiped them away quickly. I will not cry. I told myself. Though i wanted so badly.
I took in a shaky breath, slowly getting up. I looked around at my fellow newsies, giving them an empty look. I didn't want to feel anything anymore. I didn't want to talk, i just wanted to kind of disappear.
I walked through all the newsies who cleared a path for me and looked straight forward to buy my newspapers, but not before being stopped by the one and only Spot Conlon.
"Ey, that was a stupid stunt there Evelyn and-" he lectured me about.. I'm not sure what. Everything he said was just a big blur to me. So when he was done, i gave him a slight nod and walked forward to my destination.
I heard mumbles and my name from all of the newsies, but i zoned them out. I can't dwell on my past, i just have to move forward. Forget him.
I bought 50 newspapers and not long after, i was stopped by Spot again, but i walked straight past him. "Ay, i'm talkin' to ya!" he ran up to me so i stopped, letting him talk, but i never was really listening.
"Why did ya jump in da wata, knowin' damn well dat ya can't swim?" i shrugged un-knowingly. He hesitated, not knowing what to say next. I held up my newspapers, showing that i only had 50 to sell by lunch time, and left.
Just keep moving forward. Don't crumble. You're stronger than this, Evelyn. Don't break.
I'm so sorry it's such a short chapter, but i hope you like it. And i'm so sorry it took so long!