A/N: The inspiration for the title this story came from my snow globe.
When you wind it up, it sings "These are a Few of my Favorite Things" from
The Sound of Music. I had already written the first chapter or so and was
stumped on what to name it. I had named all the characters selectively so
it'd tie in with the story but I couldn't think of a title. I always play
wordless music when I'm brainstorming so I wound up my globe and it came to
me as the tune played out, "Raindrops on Roses" and then a bit later when
it played, "Wild Geese that fly with the Moon on their wings." I thought
it was perfect so I mixed the two and now you have it! Moon Drops on
Silver.
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Chapter 5:
Tears from Emerald's Fall
I set the plastic bag, which contained her jewelry, on the vanity of the sink and began opening my toothbrush. I need toothpaste. I set the toothbrush down frustrated. I hated the aftertaste of the vomit in my mouth but didn't have toothpaste to fix that.
For the first time that evening, I looked in the mirror. Kevin had been right when he had said I looked a wreck. The mascara had smeared into long runs down my cheeks and you could see where I'd wiped them away with my hand. My lips were chapped and my eyes looked sunken in. My burgundy hair fell a little past my shoulders and I was taken aback as I noticed my eye color. Usually it was a blue so bright that they could be seen in the darkest of rooms. But now it was a swirling mass of green. A deep, emerald green.
I found cups by the sink and filled one with water. I swished and gurgled it until the taste left me for good. Then I cupped some water in my hands and threw it on my face. The cool water calmed me and I realized how much I wanted a bath. I cleared my face of all the mascara and looked in the mirror again. Finally satisfied, I threw away the toothbrush and picked up the little bag. I walked out and sat by Kevin.
I looked over at Aysel who was still staring straight ahead, eyes glazed, but tears were colliding with one another over her nose and dripping on the seat. For a while, she didn't seem to care but then she hastily wiped them away and sat up. I looked at the swinging doors, which was where her gaze led and saw the same sweet nurse beckoning us forth.
"Are you ready Aysel?" I asked, standing up again and standing beside her. I gently touched her silky, honey colored hair. She didn't take her gaze from the nurse but did try to stand. Her legs wobbled for a moment and she looked as though she might faint.
"Would you like me to carry you?" Kevin asked sweetly. She defiantly shook her head and took a few steps forward. Kevin simply shrugged before turning to me. "How about you?" he asked, twirling my hair around his finger. I couldn't help but smile and let out a little laugh. "Save your strength," I said. "You may have to later." I looked into his eyes. They were hazel with plenty of blue making it a hard color to determine. I pulled my eyes away from his just as Aysel's waist length hair flashed through the door. I saw the nurse take her hand and lead her away.
I took Kevin's hand in mine and we followed them. Again I kept my eyes straight ahead and away from the pain in the surrounding rooms. Kevin stared at his feet until we came to her room. Aysel was inside, the chair very close to my mother. Her head was resting on my mom's shoulder and she was crying and talking at the same time. My heart broke for her and a lump rose in my throat. My eyes watered and I hated God. If he's such a just God, I thought, then why does he bring pain on a ten year old. It's hard enough for me, and I'm 15. Aysel will be as brave as she can be. but God doesn't care. As the rage inside me grew again, I felt my nails driving into my skin, leaving marks. I felt someone watching me and looked over to see Kevin looking at me, thoroughly concerned.
"You gonna be all right?" he asked. I gulped down the lump and started to answer.
"I'm gonna be. be..." tears dared to slide down my face as I tried to say I'd be fine. I glanced back in the room and saw Aysel crying hard now. I saw my mother hooked up to IV's and all sorts of machines. She looked so white and Aysel looked so frail and young. I looked at Kevin and, without realizing it, shook my head. I thought about trying to change it into a nod but realized that I wasn't going to be fine.
"No, Kevin," I said, hugging him. "No, I'm not gonna be all right. Never."
Once again, in the warmth of his embrace, I felt weak and I realized how much I needed him. I pulled out of it and stood looking into the room, arms crossed over my stomach. Aysel was still crying on Mom's shoulder and I wished there was some way I could comfort her. Kevin stood behind me, wrapping his arms around mine. We stood there for a minute and he kissed my hair.
There was someone coming toward us very fast. My father was still in his suit from the meeting. He worked with the Ministry of Magic and had been yanked from it with Kevin's phone call.
"Daddy!" I half-cried, rushing toward him and hugging him. He was now standing beside Kevin and also looking into the room. I released him and saw that he looked ill.
"My beautiful Laramia," he muttered, tears in his words. Aysel suddenly looked up and beckoned Daddy in. He went in and stood by my mother, looking at her as if too shocked to say anything. Kevin and I resumed our standing together and I could tell that Kevin never wanted to let go.
"Thank you," I whispered to him. With those two words tears started to fall down my face. I let it all out. The tears I'd been afraid would hurt me left me feeling happier. I'd tried to be so strong but I couldn't be strong enough. I always broke. Kevin twirled me around wiped away a couple of the tears.
"You should've let this out a while ago. Don't try to be strong. be yourself," he said. And that's what I did; I hugged him, crying onto his shoulder, releasing the increasing pain I'd felt all night. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Yet another A/N: I hope you guys like this. I only have 4 reviews right now. LoL, I'll be okay though. Well, more will eventually be here. Just be patient.
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Chapter 5:
Tears from Emerald's Fall
I set the plastic bag, which contained her jewelry, on the vanity of the sink and began opening my toothbrush. I need toothpaste. I set the toothbrush down frustrated. I hated the aftertaste of the vomit in my mouth but didn't have toothpaste to fix that.
For the first time that evening, I looked in the mirror. Kevin had been right when he had said I looked a wreck. The mascara had smeared into long runs down my cheeks and you could see where I'd wiped them away with my hand. My lips were chapped and my eyes looked sunken in. My burgundy hair fell a little past my shoulders and I was taken aback as I noticed my eye color. Usually it was a blue so bright that they could be seen in the darkest of rooms. But now it was a swirling mass of green. A deep, emerald green.
I found cups by the sink and filled one with water. I swished and gurgled it until the taste left me for good. Then I cupped some water in my hands and threw it on my face. The cool water calmed me and I realized how much I wanted a bath. I cleared my face of all the mascara and looked in the mirror again. Finally satisfied, I threw away the toothbrush and picked up the little bag. I walked out and sat by Kevin.
I looked over at Aysel who was still staring straight ahead, eyes glazed, but tears were colliding with one another over her nose and dripping on the seat. For a while, she didn't seem to care but then she hastily wiped them away and sat up. I looked at the swinging doors, which was where her gaze led and saw the same sweet nurse beckoning us forth.
"Are you ready Aysel?" I asked, standing up again and standing beside her. I gently touched her silky, honey colored hair. She didn't take her gaze from the nurse but did try to stand. Her legs wobbled for a moment and she looked as though she might faint.
"Would you like me to carry you?" Kevin asked sweetly. She defiantly shook her head and took a few steps forward. Kevin simply shrugged before turning to me. "How about you?" he asked, twirling my hair around his finger. I couldn't help but smile and let out a little laugh. "Save your strength," I said. "You may have to later." I looked into his eyes. They were hazel with plenty of blue making it a hard color to determine. I pulled my eyes away from his just as Aysel's waist length hair flashed through the door. I saw the nurse take her hand and lead her away.
I took Kevin's hand in mine and we followed them. Again I kept my eyes straight ahead and away from the pain in the surrounding rooms. Kevin stared at his feet until we came to her room. Aysel was inside, the chair very close to my mother. Her head was resting on my mom's shoulder and she was crying and talking at the same time. My heart broke for her and a lump rose in my throat. My eyes watered and I hated God. If he's such a just God, I thought, then why does he bring pain on a ten year old. It's hard enough for me, and I'm 15. Aysel will be as brave as she can be. but God doesn't care. As the rage inside me grew again, I felt my nails driving into my skin, leaving marks. I felt someone watching me and looked over to see Kevin looking at me, thoroughly concerned.
"You gonna be all right?" he asked. I gulped down the lump and started to answer.
"I'm gonna be. be..." tears dared to slide down my face as I tried to say I'd be fine. I glanced back in the room and saw Aysel crying hard now. I saw my mother hooked up to IV's and all sorts of machines. She looked so white and Aysel looked so frail and young. I looked at Kevin and, without realizing it, shook my head. I thought about trying to change it into a nod but realized that I wasn't going to be fine.
"No, Kevin," I said, hugging him. "No, I'm not gonna be all right. Never."
Once again, in the warmth of his embrace, I felt weak and I realized how much I needed him. I pulled out of it and stood looking into the room, arms crossed over my stomach. Aysel was still crying on Mom's shoulder and I wished there was some way I could comfort her. Kevin stood behind me, wrapping his arms around mine. We stood there for a minute and he kissed my hair.
There was someone coming toward us very fast. My father was still in his suit from the meeting. He worked with the Ministry of Magic and had been yanked from it with Kevin's phone call.
"Daddy!" I half-cried, rushing toward him and hugging him. He was now standing beside Kevin and also looking into the room. I released him and saw that he looked ill.
"My beautiful Laramia," he muttered, tears in his words. Aysel suddenly looked up and beckoned Daddy in. He went in and stood by my mother, looking at her as if too shocked to say anything. Kevin and I resumed our standing together and I could tell that Kevin never wanted to let go.
"Thank you," I whispered to him. With those two words tears started to fall down my face. I let it all out. The tears I'd been afraid would hurt me left me feeling happier. I'd tried to be so strong but I couldn't be strong enough. I always broke. Kevin twirled me around wiped away a couple of the tears.
"You should've let this out a while ago. Don't try to be strong. be yourself," he said. And that's what I did; I hugged him, crying onto his shoulder, releasing the increasing pain I'd felt all night. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Yet another A/N: I hope you guys like this. I only have 4 reviews right now. LoL, I'll be okay though. Well, more will eventually be here. Just be patient.