I walked around the park aimlessly for hours. It was well after two in the
morning, but I couldn't go home. Not yet. I needed to think.
I finally came across a small playground in the dark. I climbed up to the top of a tall silver slide in the sand and sat on the top. I drew my knees to my chest and looked out over the playground. I knocked a couple of grains of sand down the slide and watched them tumble down to the bottom.
I heard a high-pitched giggle and a creak of chains. My head snapped around and my body tensed. I looked over to the other side of the playground and saw a little girl swinging on the swings. Her blond hair whipped around her narrow shoulders as she swung back and forth, kicking her legs as high as she could, trying to go higher. She giggled again and kicked her legs into the sand, slowing the swing.
Shit! What the hell was she doing! Crazy girl! I scrambled down the slide as fast as I could.
"Hey! HEY!" I called over to her. She looked up at me, the smile never faltering on her flushed little face.
"Little girl!! Do you have ANY idea what time it is?!?!" I yelled out to her. She looked at me curiously, and then started pumping her legs to start swinging again.
"No, stop that!" I grabbed the chains of the swing, trying to keep them still.
"Hey!" she looked at me reproachfully. What the hell was this kid doing?!? It's so fucking dangerous for little kids to be wandering alone, especial at two in the morning!
"Do you have ANY idea what time it is?!?" I repeated angrily, "What are you doing?!?!"
"Swinging," she said dreamily as she looked to the dark sky.
"No, you- hey! Look at me! No... Look. At. Me." She finally directed her gaze into my eyes.
"You can't be wandering around at night."
"Why?"
"Because its dangerous."
"What's dangerous about it?" I looked at her, wondering if she would be able to understand if I explained it to her. She smoothed out her plaid jumper and adjusted her white tights and black buckle shoes. She looked up to me.
"I like your hair. I'm going to wear mine like that now." She started humming dreamily and used the toe if her shoe to draw pictures in the sand. I stood there, looking at her, finally I got a hold of my wits.
"You need to go home," I said firmly.
"Ok, where is it?" I stared at her.
"You mean you don't have a home?"
"No." I looked at her spotless dress and shinny shoes.
"Are you lying to me?" I asked her carefully.
"No, mother tells me it's wicked to lie."
"Ok... so you have a mother. If you have a mother you must have a home."
"I did I left." I narrowed my eyes at the girl.
"You left? Did you run away?"
"No"
"If you didn't run away, why are you here?"
"I want running away from something, I was running to something." She said giggling.
I looked down the picture she had been drawing in the sand. It was a picture of an alarm clock with a skull in the center. This girl needed help, she might be ill in the head. She leaned back in her swing and started spinning. She squealed.
"Spin me faster! I want to be so dizzy I get sick!"
"No," I said calmly. I tried to grab her arm, but she spanned out of my reach. She up-righed herself and let her head flop around in little circles. She looked up to the sky again. She started pumping her skinny legs to gain altitude.
"What are you doing?"
"Swinging."
"Yes, I can see that. But why are you swinging?"
"I want to swing so high, I can touch the clouds with my toes."
"That's not possible."
"How do you know?"
"It just isn't." She stopped suddenly. She turned her head to me.
"I can't go home."
"Why?"
"Its too far away."
"How far."
"Over the bridge and through the woods." I arched my eyebrows,
"Is that all? Just cross the bridge then."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I already told you! Its too far away!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Its too far away! Years too far!" I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I knew this story, it was my story.
"Why didn't you just stay on the other side of the bridge?" I asked her softly, "Why did you even cross it? You had no reason to. Why didn't you stay?"
"Its actually more of a question of why did I come." She said carelessly, "Too many minutes, but not enough seconds. Hundred and fifty years too much and not enough time." She pointed to the clock in the sand.
"Who are you?" I asked softly. She giggled,
"Don't you recognize me? You should know me! But I don't know you." Suddenly she became serious.
"You can't stay."
"Stay where?"
"There."
"Where is that?"
"You just cant." She suddenly hopped off her swing.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"Where you cannot." I reached out my hand to grab her, but she pranced out of my reach.
"Little girl! Hold on! Where-"
"Yoooou caaaant staaaay!" She sang tauntingly over her shoulder as if it was a game, as she danced into the darkness. I could hear her girlish laugh echoing in the distance.
"What the fucking hell?!?" I yelled covering my face in my hands. What the hell was that all about? Who was she, I asked myself.
But deep down, I knew who she was. She was me. I can't explain or reason it. But she was. I sat down in the swing seat she had been sitting in, it was cold. I rocked my body slightly, swinging a little. What did she mean I couldn't stay? Stay where? Here at the tower? I rubbed my eyes.
I looked down to the picture in the sand. With a swift movement of my foot, I erased the clock and skull. I leaned back in the swing and looked up to the sky. The crescent moon looked like a devilish smile in the dark nights sky. I suddenly kicked my legs and felt the night's air on my face as the chains rattled.
As I swung, I leaned my head back, looking up at the pole where the chain was attached. It the chain broke, I could fall. It's a delicate chain, I suppose. If even one link was broken, the entire chain falls. All it takes is one weak link.
As the swing sailed upward, I left the seat and flew upwards into the sky. I had to leave; there was someone at home I needed to talk to. * * * * * * *
StArRy- ok, I know that this was really confusing, but its supposed to be. And yes, that was little Naomi. This has A LOT of symbolism that is going to be important in the third story. So remember this chapter. And there will be an explanation to the little girl in the third book. And the last line of the story suggests that Naomi is going home to Beastboy.
And I like to recognize some of my most faithful reviews at the end of my stories, so here you go!
Important! - These are people who have reviewed more than five times.
* *
Boogalaga- You promised in one of your reviews that you would be one of my most faithful reviewers. And you are!! I REALLY hope you go on and read my other story, and I want to read some ficts of yours, so write one and I promise to read it.
Softballtitan009- I love your reviews! They are always so sweet. I hope maybe you'll write another like the one I posted on my bio, because I want to start a collection. It was funny. I also love Ravens Nest. It's a really good fict peoples! So read it!
Raven A. Star- You defiantly win the most reviews award. You reviewed for ever chapter in all my stories. And they were REALLY funny! They always made me laugh. PLEASE go on to read my next story!
The Anime Kid and Chaos Girl- I love how there is two of you! I love how in your review you always to a duet conversation thing in the review. It's cute. Also, when are you going to post another chapter on your story? I'm dieing here!
Well, see you all in my next story! Bye!
I finally came across a small playground in the dark. I climbed up to the top of a tall silver slide in the sand and sat on the top. I drew my knees to my chest and looked out over the playground. I knocked a couple of grains of sand down the slide and watched them tumble down to the bottom.
I heard a high-pitched giggle and a creak of chains. My head snapped around and my body tensed. I looked over to the other side of the playground and saw a little girl swinging on the swings. Her blond hair whipped around her narrow shoulders as she swung back and forth, kicking her legs as high as she could, trying to go higher. She giggled again and kicked her legs into the sand, slowing the swing.
Shit! What the hell was she doing! Crazy girl! I scrambled down the slide as fast as I could.
"Hey! HEY!" I called over to her. She looked up at me, the smile never faltering on her flushed little face.
"Little girl!! Do you have ANY idea what time it is?!?!" I yelled out to her. She looked at me curiously, and then started pumping her legs to start swinging again.
"No, stop that!" I grabbed the chains of the swing, trying to keep them still.
"Hey!" she looked at me reproachfully. What the hell was this kid doing?!? It's so fucking dangerous for little kids to be wandering alone, especial at two in the morning!
"Do you have ANY idea what time it is?!?" I repeated angrily, "What are you doing?!?!"
"Swinging," she said dreamily as she looked to the dark sky.
"No, you- hey! Look at me! No... Look. At. Me." She finally directed her gaze into my eyes.
"You can't be wandering around at night."
"Why?"
"Because its dangerous."
"What's dangerous about it?" I looked at her, wondering if she would be able to understand if I explained it to her. She smoothed out her plaid jumper and adjusted her white tights and black buckle shoes. She looked up to me.
"I like your hair. I'm going to wear mine like that now." She started humming dreamily and used the toe if her shoe to draw pictures in the sand. I stood there, looking at her, finally I got a hold of my wits.
"You need to go home," I said firmly.
"Ok, where is it?" I stared at her.
"You mean you don't have a home?"
"No." I looked at her spotless dress and shinny shoes.
"Are you lying to me?" I asked her carefully.
"No, mother tells me it's wicked to lie."
"Ok... so you have a mother. If you have a mother you must have a home."
"I did I left." I narrowed my eyes at the girl.
"You left? Did you run away?"
"No"
"If you didn't run away, why are you here?"
"I want running away from something, I was running to something." She said giggling.
I looked down the picture she had been drawing in the sand. It was a picture of an alarm clock with a skull in the center. This girl needed help, she might be ill in the head. She leaned back in her swing and started spinning. She squealed.
"Spin me faster! I want to be so dizzy I get sick!"
"No," I said calmly. I tried to grab her arm, but she spanned out of my reach. She up-righed herself and let her head flop around in little circles. She looked up to the sky again. She started pumping her skinny legs to gain altitude.
"What are you doing?"
"Swinging."
"Yes, I can see that. But why are you swinging?"
"I want to swing so high, I can touch the clouds with my toes."
"That's not possible."
"How do you know?"
"It just isn't." She stopped suddenly. She turned her head to me.
"I can't go home."
"Why?"
"Its too far away."
"How far."
"Over the bridge and through the woods." I arched my eyebrows,
"Is that all? Just cross the bridge then."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I already told you! Its too far away!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Its too far away! Years too far!" I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I knew this story, it was my story.
"Why didn't you just stay on the other side of the bridge?" I asked her softly, "Why did you even cross it? You had no reason to. Why didn't you stay?"
"Its actually more of a question of why did I come." She said carelessly, "Too many minutes, but not enough seconds. Hundred and fifty years too much and not enough time." She pointed to the clock in the sand.
"Who are you?" I asked softly. She giggled,
"Don't you recognize me? You should know me! But I don't know you." Suddenly she became serious.
"You can't stay."
"Stay where?"
"There."
"Where is that?"
"You just cant." She suddenly hopped off her swing.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"Where you cannot." I reached out my hand to grab her, but she pranced out of my reach.
"Little girl! Hold on! Where-"
"Yoooou caaaant staaaay!" She sang tauntingly over her shoulder as if it was a game, as she danced into the darkness. I could hear her girlish laugh echoing in the distance.
"What the fucking hell?!?" I yelled covering my face in my hands. What the hell was that all about? Who was she, I asked myself.
But deep down, I knew who she was. She was me. I can't explain or reason it. But she was. I sat down in the swing seat she had been sitting in, it was cold. I rocked my body slightly, swinging a little. What did she mean I couldn't stay? Stay where? Here at the tower? I rubbed my eyes.
I looked down to the picture in the sand. With a swift movement of my foot, I erased the clock and skull. I leaned back in the swing and looked up to the sky. The crescent moon looked like a devilish smile in the dark nights sky. I suddenly kicked my legs and felt the night's air on my face as the chains rattled.
As I swung, I leaned my head back, looking up at the pole where the chain was attached. It the chain broke, I could fall. It's a delicate chain, I suppose. If even one link was broken, the entire chain falls. All it takes is one weak link.
As the swing sailed upward, I left the seat and flew upwards into the sky. I had to leave; there was someone at home I needed to talk to. * * * * * * *
StArRy- ok, I know that this was really confusing, but its supposed to be. And yes, that was little Naomi. This has A LOT of symbolism that is going to be important in the third story. So remember this chapter. And there will be an explanation to the little girl in the third book. And the last line of the story suggests that Naomi is going home to Beastboy.
And I like to recognize some of my most faithful reviews at the end of my stories, so here you go!
Important! - These are people who have reviewed more than five times.
* *
Boogalaga- You promised in one of your reviews that you would be one of my most faithful reviewers. And you are!! I REALLY hope you go on and read my other story, and I want to read some ficts of yours, so write one and I promise to read it.
Softballtitan009- I love your reviews! They are always so sweet. I hope maybe you'll write another like the one I posted on my bio, because I want to start a collection. It was funny. I also love Ravens Nest. It's a really good fict peoples! So read it!
Raven A. Star- You defiantly win the most reviews award. You reviewed for ever chapter in all my stories. And they were REALLY funny! They always made me laugh. PLEASE go on to read my next story!
The Anime Kid and Chaos Girl- I love how there is two of you! I love how in your review you always to a duet conversation thing in the review. It's cute. Also, when are you going to post another chapter on your story? I'm dieing here!
Well, see you all in my next story! Bye!