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Worlds Apart
Chapter 19
A New World
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The trees and streams
They whisper your name
I feel your arms around me
But bitter are the tears that fall
For helplessness here it binds me
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'No. I don't have any friends actually'
She was usually alone.
'I will never feel excited if I have to part with you'
'Will you let your future go down for that one girl?'
'Yes. If that girl were to be you.'
She was always laughing.
Always smiling.
No one ever cared about me the way she did.
No one ever made me feel like I was someone special.
'Where could you possibly go that I can't come?'
'I didn't mean to fall in love with you.'
Kylie was my best friend and I wanted to be with her for eternity.
Kylie's POV------------------------------------------------
I've been having that dream over and over again, each night, jolting me from my sleep.
Legolas...
It has been too long. I think of you everyday and now, even my dreams you have conquered. What is happening? Have I gone insane... The life I had before this, was it just my imagination or did you really exist?
Did you really exist?
If you didn't, then who is this child I worry about everyday?
I worry for her every second of the day and I cannot even bare to allow her to go to school. But I know there is no other way for her to live a normal life. She is all that I have left of you. Did you know that she is hurting?
I see it always, in her heart. She's been looking everywhere for you...
And she's not the only one.
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The years I wait are short but long
Till then my heart shall weep
For you haunt me in my waking hours
And I see you in my sleep
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Branwen's POV--------------------
I glided through the opening in the old fence round the back of Ferral Alley, it was the shortcut I had always used ever since I was a kid. But I had never needed to speed through it so fast. I could feel the rotting splintlers from the wooden board cut into the sides of my arms as I barely scraped through the in betweens on the damp fence.
I was starting to feel the friction burning through my rollerblades as I skated on.
These thugs had trailed me all the way from the point I got off from the train in the subway to the newspaper stand. It was only then that I had felt the impulse to run as fast as I could because they had taken out a baseball bat and a swiss army knife.
There was no doubt that I was extremely weary as I had been having archery practices the entire day ever since school was let out. It was a 2 hour bus ride to the archery association from my school and another 2 hour ride back home. It sucked like hell but my grandparents were sponsering my classes. Other than that, my family was poorer than anything.
My Dad, I don't know what happened to him. Nobody ever says anything about him. Its like they're hiding something.
My Mom? She used to work in this small cafe and after the owner died, he left it in her possession. Things aren't as bad as they used to be, but I guess, it could be better.
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Someday.
Somehow.
I will find you.
Just wait for me. Please.
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It was ten O'clock and I was supposed to have been home three hours ago but I had to make a stop by at the school again to get my history textbook which I had forgotten earlier.
With my bow swung around my back and a couple of arrows sticking out of my bacpak, I raced up the fire escape of an old worn down building. The pursuers were quite a distance behind me.
I made a sudden break and turned, taking out my bow and the arrows. With my usual stance, I pulled on the string and allowed my arrow to rest there for a moment as my eyes scanned for the thugs. They were unbelievably easy to spot, especially since they made so much noise.
I quickly released the first arrow and it hit the first thug straight at the collar of his shirt, pinning him to the bin behind him. I wanted to laugh out loud but decided it wasn't such a good idea. At least run while they were distracted, I was no match against them in an up-close fight.
Without having to think much, my body just took over and it brought me all the way to the front door of our apartment.
As soon as I unlocked the door, I saw my mom put down the phone and look up at me.
Her eyes looked so lost, and they were looking at me, as if searching for an answer that she could not find.
Then she got up and hugged me tightly.
"Branwen! I thought something happened to you... I thought.." She didn't bother to finish what she was about to say, instead she kissed my cheek and let out a sniff.
Had she been crying?
"Oh mom. Don't worry yourself too much about me. I can really take care of myself. I'm almost fourteen... see and I've survived this tough neighborhood without a scratch. Besides, no one's fast enough to hurt me before I pin them to the ground with my arrows."
Mom sighed and sank back down into her seat. She looked so exhausted. In fact, she always looks tired. She hardly smiles at all lately. I shrugged, thinking she would get over her depression soon enough. Mom's very capable, there's really nothing I can help her with that she can't already do herself.
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Another day, another destiny.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
My home, this world, its like a dream. And I'm stuck here with no way out.
I have no life jacket.
No memories of the past to keep me floating.
Nothing.
"Bran! Bran! dinner in 10!" Mom called from downstairs.
"Okay!" I yelled back.
I shut my notebook and closed my eyes.
Another lonely dining table, just the two of us.
I don't know what exactly happened to my father. I don't know if he left or if he died or maybe I just don't have a father.
I don't remember anything of my childhood since I turned 9. Everything after that was just a nightmare.
My mother, she told me my father was an elf. That's why I had pointy ears.
She thinks I'm still a child. That she can keep on telling me these stupid stories of how we used to live in this world called Middle-Earth. I wish she'd just stop it. I'm getting too old and too tired for it.
I wish she'd just tell me the truth that I'm just this loser with ridiculous- looking ears and that my father didn't want to have me and so he left.
My mother came up to my room just then and she held up a beautiful dark green gown.
"I know you really don't want to go to the dance tomorrow. But I just couldn't help but get you one of these. You'll look beautiful in it. You can decide if you really don't want to go tomorrow." She said.
I didn't answer her. I did want to go. Its just that no one asked me.
She looked at me very sadly and said, "They're not going to go away you know. Those ears of yours. You can stop wishing that they did. So you can either live with them, or go around thinking you look stupid."
"I'll go around thinking I look stupid, thank you very much." I snapped.
Mother looked so hurt. She left the dress on my bed and left the room.
I wish I hadn't done that.
My mother and I often had fights like these. Not that I would call it a fight. Its more like me, tearing her down.
I leaned over the side of the bed and ran my fingers through the gown.
It was so gorgeous, how can I even try it on?
Pushing it away in frustration, I slowly gave way to my tiredness and fell into a deep sleep.
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eND OF ChapTer 19
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Plamolysed cell membrane: Hey all =) Its ben so long since I've written...or well...trying to think of ways to make Branwen sound interesting... anyways..you'll get to know of what happened when the two ladies landed in earth and yeah... I think I'll wrap it up soon.. either the next chapter or the one after that. Yep. Thank you for being so supposrtive in all your reviews and I hope you'll enjoy what's left of the story.
Thanks to Cherie for the poem.
Worlds Apart
Chapter 19
A New World
-------------------------------------------
The trees and streams
They whisper your name
I feel your arms around me
But bitter are the tears that fall
For helplessness here it binds me
------------------------------------------
'No. I don't have any friends actually'
She was usually alone.
'I will never feel excited if I have to part with you'
'Will you let your future go down for that one girl?'
'Yes. If that girl were to be you.'
She was always laughing.
Always smiling.
No one ever cared about me the way she did.
No one ever made me feel like I was someone special.
'Where could you possibly go that I can't come?'
'I didn't mean to fall in love with you.'
Kylie was my best friend and I wanted to be with her for eternity.
Kylie's POV------------------------------------------------
I've been having that dream over and over again, each night, jolting me from my sleep.
Legolas...
It has been too long. I think of you everyday and now, even my dreams you have conquered. What is happening? Have I gone insane... The life I had before this, was it just my imagination or did you really exist?
Did you really exist?
If you didn't, then who is this child I worry about everyday?
I worry for her every second of the day and I cannot even bare to allow her to go to school. But I know there is no other way for her to live a normal life. She is all that I have left of you. Did you know that she is hurting?
I see it always, in her heart. She's been looking everywhere for you...
And she's not the only one.
--------------------------------------------------
The years I wait are short but long
Till then my heart shall weep
For you haunt me in my waking hours
And I see you in my sleep
------------------------------------------------
Branwen's POV--------------------
I glided through the opening in the old fence round the back of Ferral Alley, it was the shortcut I had always used ever since I was a kid. But I had never needed to speed through it so fast. I could feel the rotting splintlers from the wooden board cut into the sides of my arms as I barely scraped through the in betweens on the damp fence.
I was starting to feel the friction burning through my rollerblades as I skated on.
These thugs had trailed me all the way from the point I got off from the train in the subway to the newspaper stand. It was only then that I had felt the impulse to run as fast as I could because they had taken out a baseball bat and a swiss army knife.
There was no doubt that I was extremely weary as I had been having archery practices the entire day ever since school was let out. It was a 2 hour bus ride to the archery association from my school and another 2 hour ride back home. It sucked like hell but my grandparents were sponsering my classes. Other than that, my family was poorer than anything.
My Dad, I don't know what happened to him. Nobody ever says anything about him. Its like they're hiding something.
My Mom? She used to work in this small cafe and after the owner died, he left it in her possession. Things aren't as bad as they used to be, but I guess, it could be better.
-----------------------------------
Someday.
Somehow.
I will find you.
Just wait for me. Please.
----------------------------------
It was ten O'clock and I was supposed to have been home three hours ago but I had to make a stop by at the school again to get my history textbook which I had forgotten earlier.
With my bow swung around my back and a couple of arrows sticking out of my bacpak, I raced up the fire escape of an old worn down building. The pursuers were quite a distance behind me.
I made a sudden break and turned, taking out my bow and the arrows. With my usual stance, I pulled on the string and allowed my arrow to rest there for a moment as my eyes scanned for the thugs. They were unbelievably easy to spot, especially since they made so much noise.
I quickly released the first arrow and it hit the first thug straight at the collar of his shirt, pinning him to the bin behind him. I wanted to laugh out loud but decided it wasn't such a good idea. At least run while they were distracted, I was no match against them in an up-close fight.
Without having to think much, my body just took over and it brought me all the way to the front door of our apartment.
As soon as I unlocked the door, I saw my mom put down the phone and look up at me.
Her eyes looked so lost, and they were looking at me, as if searching for an answer that she could not find.
Then she got up and hugged me tightly.
"Branwen! I thought something happened to you... I thought.." She didn't bother to finish what she was about to say, instead she kissed my cheek and let out a sniff.
Had she been crying?
"Oh mom. Don't worry yourself too much about me. I can really take care of myself. I'm almost fourteen... see and I've survived this tough neighborhood without a scratch. Besides, no one's fast enough to hurt me before I pin them to the ground with my arrows."
Mom sighed and sank back down into her seat. She looked so exhausted. In fact, she always looks tired. She hardly smiles at all lately. I shrugged, thinking she would get over her depression soon enough. Mom's very capable, there's really nothing I can help her with that she can't already do herself.
--------------------------------------------
Another day, another destiny.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
My home, this world, its like a dream. And I'm stuck here with no way out.
I have no life jacket.
No memories of the past to keep me floating.
Nothing.
"Bran! Bran! dinner in 10!" Mom called from downstairs.
"Okay!" I yelled back.
I shut my notebook and closed my eyes.
Another lonely dining table, just the two of us.
I don't know what exactly happened to my father. I don't know if he left or if he died or maybe I just don't have a father.
I don't remember anything of my childhood since I turned 9. Everything after that was just a nightmare.
My mother, she told me my father was an elf. That's why I had pointy ears.
She thinks I'm still a child. That she can keep on telling me these stupid stories of how we used to live in this world called Middle-Earth. I wish she'd just stop it. I'm getting too old and too tired for it.
I wish she'd just tell me the truth that I'm just this loser with ridiculous- looking ears and that my father didn't want to have me and so he left.
My mother came up to my room just then and she held up a beautiful dark green gown.
"I know you really don't want to go to the dance tomorrow. But I just couldn't help but get you one of these. You'll look beautiful in it. You can decide if you really don't want to go tomorrow." She said.
I didn't answer her. I did want to go. Its just that no one asked me.
She looked at me very sadly and said, "They're not going to go away you know. Those ears of yours. You can stop wishing that they did. So you can either live with them, or go around thinking you look stupid."
"I'll go around thinking I look stupid, thank you very much." I snapped.
Mother looked so hurt. She left the dress on my bed and left the room.
I wish I hadn't done that.
My mother and I often had fights like these. Not that I would call it a fight. Its more like me, tearing her down.
I leaned over the side of the bed and ran my fingers through the gown.
It was so gorgeous, how can I even try it on?
Pushing it away in frustration, I slowly gave way to my tiredness and fell into a deep sleep.
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eND OF ChapTer 19
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Plamolysed cell membrane: Hey all =) Its ben so long since I've written...or well...trying to think of ways to make Branwen sound interesting... anyways..you'll get to know of what happened when the two ladies landed in earth and yeah... I think I'll wrap it up soon.. either the next chapter or the one after that. Yep. Thank you for being so supposrtive in all your reviews and I hope you'll enjoy what's left of the story.
Thanks to Cherie for the poem.