Looking In The Eyes Of Love
A "Higher Ground" Fan Fic
By MissKate
Chapter 4: Into Writing
The two walked down the steps of the cafeteria and back to the girl's cabin, where they hoped they would not be interrupted since everyone was still busy eating. Shelby sat on Daisy's bed and motioned for her to sit beside her.
"Are we gonna talk, or just sit and stare at each other," Shelby asked of Daisy, who looked up at her. "I'm sorry. Take your time."
Daisy did not know what to say. Her mind was traveling at 100 miles per hour and was not about to slow down for her to sort her thoughts. "Last night, David and I talked outside," she began. "It was raining hard, but I don't think I really noticed it after a while. David was...pretty distraught, and so I was trying to help him feel better. Trouble is, it did not work. Now, I think, we are both very distressed."
Shelby looked at her friend, and could tell that she did not know how she was feeling exactly. "What happened?" she questioned, trying not to push too hard.
"I have known that he has liked me for a long time, but...I didn't know exactly how he felt." Daisy was starting to get tears in her eyes, as much as she tried to hold them back. "He told me that he loved me...How could he love me? Nothing has ever even really happened between us! Now this...And I still don't know how I feel. When he told me, I couldn't speak. I just sat there, staring at the ground, waiting for something to happen. Unfortunately, something did. He asked me how I felt, and I honestly couldn't give him an answer. I told him that I was confused, and he just got up and walked back to his cabin."
The tears started to fall down her cheeks, and Shelby pulled Daisy into a tight hug, allowing her to try and release her emotions. Shelby did not know what she was supposed to say, even now that she knew the truth. Everyone knew that David like Daisy, but not that he loved her. She was starting to become nearly as confused as he friend, and just held onto her; hoping time would make everything better.
Daisy looked up from the floor, her eyes cloudy. "The heart...the heart does evil things. I just wish I knew how to fix everything thing."
"Me too," Shelby told her sympathetically.
Shelby reached for the black box on the table beside Daisy's bed and handed it to her. "If you don't know what to say, then write. You know that writing always helps." Daisy nodded and whipped her eyes dry, then took the pen in her friend's hand. Leaning against the pillow on her bed, she began to write.
*Lost
Lost in thoughts
Thoughts of love
Love and life
With my heart
Sunken so low
That my mind
Seems to be
A most
Depressing
Gloomy
Miserable
Discouraging
And
Dismal
Place...
And then I see
How wretched
A world
This really is*
Daisy set aside the book and pen next to her, and let her head sink back onto the pillow. Shelby, was lying at the foot of the bed, and sat up when she saw her put the book down. "You mind?" she asked, motioning toward the book.
"Oh, do I ever," Daisy responded with a sigh.
Shelby lifted the book and opened to the page Daisy had just written on, and read the contents. She had always loved her poetry, and every so often, she would ask to read some of it. Read her latest poem, Shelby began to understand the world her friend lived in, and wished that she knew what to do to cheer her up a bit. Although she herself was never all smiles like Juliette, she had not been as down as Daisy in a long time.
"I like it, although it's...sad," she told Daisy, reaching over to her side to give her the journal back, to which Daisy took from her, and wrote again.
*I live
In a place
Where
The darkness
Of my soul
Can wander mindlessly
In the emptiness
Of
My heart*
As she completed, she handed the book back to Shelby, who sat beside her and read it silently to herself. She never knew how Shelby felt when she read her poems, stories, or rambles, but she was glad and felt special to have a friend that cared enough to even look at it.
Shelby looked up from the page to Daisy's eyes. She could see the pain she held within, but all she knew to do was reach out and hug her, hoping that hurt would drift away.
A "Higher Ground" Fan Fic
By MissKate
Chapter 4: Into Writing
The two walked down the steps of the cafeteria and back to the girl's cabin, where they hoped they would not be interrupted since everyone was still busy eating. Shelby sat on Daisy's bed and motioned for her to sit beside her.
"Are we gonna talk, or just sit and stare at each other," Shelby asked of Daisy, who looked up at her. "I'm sorry. Take your time."
Daisy did not know what to say. Her mind was traveling at 100 miles per hour and was not about to slow down for her to sort her thoughts. "Last night, David and I talked outside," she began. "It was raining hard, but I don't think I really noticed it after a while. David was...pretty distraught, and so I was trying to help him feel better. Trouble is, it did not work. Now, I think, we are both very distressed."
Shelby looked at her friend, and could tell that she did not know how she was feeling exactly. "What happened?" she questioned, trying not to push too hard.
"I have known that he has liked me for a long time, but...I didn't know exactly how he felt." Daisy was starting to get tears in her eyes, as much as she tried to hold them back. "He told me that he loved me...How could he love me? Nothing has ever even really happened between us! Now this...And I still don't know how I feel. When he told me, I couldn't speak. I just sat there, staring at the ground, waiting for something to happen. Unfortunately, something did. He asked me how I felt, and I honestly couldn't give him an answer. I told him that I was confused, and he just got up and walked back to his cabin."
The tears started to fall down her cheeks, and Shelby pulled Daisy into a tight hug, allowing her to try and release her emotions. Shelby did not know what she was supposed to say, even now that she knew the truth. Everyone knew that David like Daisy, but not that he loved her. She was starting to become nearly as confused as he friend, and just held onto her; hoping time would make everything better.
Daisy looked up from the floor, her eyes cloudy. "The heart...the heart does evil things. I just wish I knew how to fix everything thing."
"Me too," Shelby told her sympathetically.
Shelby reached for the black box on the table beside Daisy's bed and handed it to her. "If you don't know what to say, then write. You know that writing always helps." Daisy nodded and whipped her eyes dry, then took the pen in her friend's hand. Leaning against the pillow on her bed, she began to write.
*Lost
Lost in thoughts
Thoughts of love
Love and life
With my heart
Sunken so low
That my mind
Seems to be
A most
Depressing
Gloomy
Miserable
Discouraging
And
Dismal
Place...
And then I see
How wretched
A world
This really is*
Daisy set aside the book and pen next to her, and let her head sink back onto the pillow. Shelby, was lying at the foot of the bed, and sat up when she saw her put the book down. "You mind?" she asked, motioning toward the book.
"Oh, do I ever," Daisy responded with a sigh.
Shelby lifted the book and opened to the page Daisy had just written on, and read the contents. She had always loved her poetry, and every so often, she would ask to read some of it. Read her latest poem, Shelby began to understand the world her friend lived in, and wished that she knew what to do to cheer her up a bit. Although she herself was never all smiles like Juliette, she had not been as down as Daisy in a long time.
"I like it, although it's...sad," she told Daisy, reaching over to her side to give her the journal back, to which Daisy took from her, and wrote again.
*I live
In a place
Where
The darkness
Of my soul
Can wander mindlessly
In the emptiness
Of
My heart*
As she completed, she handed the book back to Shelby, who sat beside her and read it silently to herself. She never knew how Shelby felt when she read her poems, stories, or rambles, but she was glad and felt special to have a friend that cared enough to even look at it.
Shelby looked up from the page to Daisy's eyes. She could see the pain she held within, but all she knew to do was reach out and hug her, hoping that hurt would drift away.
