When you can't get any lower, don't you have to start going up?
"What do we wait for? A new day? A new chance? Or is it new hope that we are in search of?"
There's something to be said for lost souls. They don't lose what they'd worked for. You can die, but you can never stop remembering. It's painful sometimes, but it's the way it is. - Kat
Well, that's my little bit of wisdom for today. I'm going to start the next chapter of my story. (I don't own Rocket Power, don't sue me!)
It's the next day. Alanby appears promptly at 4:30 am. She's taking Otto past her house up a steep trail on the mountainside. They sit in a clearing on the top and await the sun. At 5:30, the sun materializes. The rays seem to dance upon the top of a thousand trees.
"Beautiful, init?" Alanby says.
"Yeah, I never really thought about sunset." Otto replies.
"When you face change like death or moving far from what was home, everything has to change. That's how it works. Things you never thought about before will suddenly hold so much more meaning."
"When Dad said he had to move for work, I felt like I'd lost everything. But, I still had my family. Then Reg... you know."
"As much as it hurts, you have to learn to depend on yourself sometimes. That yesterday, that wasn't my real mother. I never met her. That's my stepmother. I don't have any blood family. True, it's havoc on my mind knowing this, but I can fend for myself should the need arise."
"I'd never meant to make friends here. But at the bus-stop, you made me an ally."
"No big deal. I'm glad. I have this...posse that I can talk to, but I can't be myself the way I am around you."
"You saved me."
"Otto, what'd'ya mean?" Her voice is shaky.
"My Dad, I know him. He's not good at hiding stuff. He's gunna crack soon. He's just gunna go insane. I knew that when Reggie took her life and I knew it when Tito died. He was gone. He still is. I was ready to go be with Reggie and leave that insanity that'd broken out. I would've killed myself without a second thought."
"Otto..." She began, tears in her eyes as she shook her head disbelievingly. He rested his head on her shoulder as she put an arm around him, his body shaking.
I've never cried in front of anyone! Why is she any different? Otto questions himself.
"Thanks for saving me." he says, rather than raise the query bobbing in his mind.
"Don't ever hurt yourself. It isn't worth it. If it doesn't work, you're in for a hell of a lot of pain." She releases him and lifts her sleeve to reveal scars on her wrists.
"I did that hoping to get rid of the pain and guilt I felt. Instead, I was landed in the hospital for a week and I'm still shoved into a rehabilitation center once a month. That's a lot worse than breaking ribs of a leg when you fall off a bike going 190 mph. Promise me you won't ever so that to yourself."
"What made you feel like you had to do that? What did you do that was so wrong you had to take your own life?"
"Tell me you won't Otto!"
"I gotta go Alley. TTYL." He says, walking away quickly.
"OTTO!" She screams after him.
A dirt bike revs loudly. Now the hum of the motor is constant. Otto walks to Alanby's house, but hovers in the trees around her "track" which is no more than a large mud ring with makeshift jumps. Alanby seems content with it though. Otto estimates that she's going about 75 mph on her third lap, and 90 on the next. She seems to sense the danger on the turns and jumps and resides on this speed.
(Note: Racing dirt bikes generally reach a maximum of 100 in 6th gear, and motorcycles in 6th gear get to 195, but by a professional, they've reached 200.)
It's emotion that presses her on. The anger and sorrow locked within her. There's bitter memories on her tongue from Otto's confession. Moose could've been there and called her a wimp for wanting to protect Otto. Or Jenny, she'd be furious that Alanby has admitted her attempt and failure. They're memories and personalities are a vengeance she can't kill, they're already dead. She gets the pleasure of killing they're murderers. Why not? What part of the word will miss them?
Otto is still watching from the woods. He feels envious. That's the old him pushing out. The new Otto Rocket feels awe and concern, but the old one is still shouting about how much better he'll be once he learns to ride. The voice that he'd pushed away, feeling disgusted with, is tempting to give into...
"What do we wait for? A new day? A new chance? Or is it new hope that we are in search of?"
There's something to be said for lost souls. They don't lose what they'd worked for. You can die, but you can never stop remembering. It's painful sometimes, but it's the way it is. - Kat
Well, that's my little bit of wisdom for today. I'm going to start the next chapter of my story. (I don't own Rocket Power, don't sue me!)
It's the next day. Alanby appears promptly at 4:30 am. She's taking Otto past her house up a steep trail on the mountainside. They sit in a clearing on the top and await the sun. At 5:30, the sun materializes. The rays seem to dance upon the top of a thousand trees.
"Beautiful, init?" Alanby says.
"Yeah, I never really thought about sunset." Otto replies.
"When you face change like death or moving far from what was home, everything has to change. That's how it works. Things you never thought about before will suddenly hold so much more meaning."
"When Dad said he had to move for work, I felt like I'd lost everything. But, I still had my family. Then Reg... you know."
"As much as it hurts, you have to learn to depend on yourself sometimes. That yesterday, that wasn't my real mother. I never met her. That's my stepmother. I don't have any blood family. True, it's havoc on my mind knowing this, but I can fend for myself should the need arise."
"I'd never meant to make friends here. But at the bus-stop, you made me an ally."
"No big deal. I'm glad. I have this...posse that I can talk to, but I can't be myself the way I am around you."
"You saved me."
"Otto, what'd'ya mean?" Her voice is shaky.
"My Dad, I know him. He's not good at hiding stuff. He's gunna crack soon. He's just gunna go insane. I knew that when Reggie took her life and I knew it when Tito died. He was gone. He still is. I was ready to go be with Reggie and leave that insanity that'd broken out. I would've killed myself without a second thought."
"Otto..." She began, tears in her eyes as she shook her head disbelievingly. He rested his head on her shoulder as she put an arm around him, his body shaking.
I've never cried in front of anyone! Why is she any different? Otto questions himself.
"Thanks for saving me." he says, rather than raise the query bobbing in his mind.
"Don't ever hurt yourself. It isn't worth it. If it doesn't work, you're in for a hell of a lot of pain." She releases him and lifts her sleeve to reveal scars on her wrists.
"I did that hoping to get rid of the pain and guilt I felt. Instead, I was landed in the hospital for a week and I'm still shoved into a rehabilitation center once a month. That's a lot worse than breaking ribs of a leg when you fall off a bike going 190 mph. Promise me you won't ever so that to yourself."
"What made you feel like you had to do that? What did you do that was so wrong you had to take your own life?"
"Tell me you won't Otto!"
"I gotta go Alley. TTYL." He says, walking away quickly.
"OTTO!" She screams after him.
A dirt bike revs loudly. Now the hum of the motor is constant. Otto walks to Alanby's house, but hovers in the trees around her "track" which is no more than a large mud ring with makeshift jumps. Alanby seems content with it though. Otto estimates that she's going about 75 mph on her third lap, and 90 on the next. She seems to sense the danger on the turns and jumps and resides on this speed.
(Note: Racing dirt bikes generally reach a maximum of 100 in 6th gear, and motorcycles in 6th gear get to 195, but by a professional, they've reached 200.)
It's emotion that presses her on. The anger and sorrow locked within her. There's bitter memories on her tongue from Otto's confession. Moose could've been there and called her a wimp for wanting to protect Otto. Or Jenny, she'd be furious that Alanby has admitted her attempt and failure. They're memories and personalities are a vengeance she can't kill, they're already dead. She gets the pleasure of killing they're murderers. Why not? What part of the word will miss them?
Otto is still watching from the woods. He feels envious. That's the old him pushing out. The new Otto Rocket feels awe and concern, but the old one is still shouting about how much better he'll be once he learns to ride. The voice that he'd pushed away, feeling disgusted with, is tempting to give into...