Chapter Six: Truth Hurts
"Good night," Aiden says, switching out the light. "See you in the morning."
"See you," I agree, and his eyes close. I kiss him softly on the head, then I float out the window into the starry night sky.
I never sleep.
As I look down at the town below me, I feel a surge of sadness rush through me. These people don't know how lucky they are, they can sleep, they can function like normal mortals. I am a spirit, not dead, not living. They are free to breathe, feel the night air, smell the clean country, taste the precious sweetness of mortality. They are free to love...
Aiden can never love me. A ping like an arrow splits through me like fire with the realization. I will never learn what it is to love...
I look down to see where Sarah lives. Lucky bitch, doesn't know how great of a guy she's got. If I were alive, if I lived in this time period, I know I could love Aiden, he could love me, too.
But I don't. I don't belong here. I will never belong with Aiden.
I fly through the night air, through the clouds, trying to remember my life, trying to remember everything....
3 years old, scared of the horses. Crying and sobbing, with Daddy's cold stare upon me...
4 years old, brushing Mommy's hair in front of a mirror. "I love you, baby."...
5 years old, sleeping in the barn, watching TV... endless TV, endless torture...
6 years old, grabbing the phone from Mommy and recieving all sorts of horrific visions...
7 years old, meeting the Strange Man in that bright white room, forced to answer questions that have no answers...
8 years old, meeting Enna and getting reprimanded by Daddy for meeting such a "crazy old woman"...
9 years old, listening to Mommy sing that haunting song...
10 years old, singing that song by the cold well, picking flowers...
11 years old, the day of my death...
Meeting Aiden, the most important person in my life... never getting to be with him because of the caller... because of my death.... the caller.
I lose myself amongst the shadows, trying to rid myself of the biting hurt and anger spreading through me.
( O )
I glide back into Aiden's room in the morning, with the sun shining through the windows. He's awake and dressed already.
"'Morning," he says. "Sleep well?"
I smile. "Funny."
"Do you wanna come with us today?" he asks. "Rachel wants to 'bond' with me or something, and my God, if I do it alone, I think I just might actually go nuts. Please come."
I nod. "Since when do I never come with you? I'm a step away from being your ghostly stalker."
He laughs and reaches out to touch my arm.
His fingers burn my skin. My eyes widen and I shake. A strange feeling is buzzing through me.
"Samara?!" he shouts.
I shudder as I feel a coldness spread throughout me, and then I feel myself fall into darkness.
(( The first part of this chapter was to show you how Samara really feels about all of this, how she yearns to escape being paranormal, unable to move on. Also, how her feelings for Aiden are. Some of you might find it weird, but remember, Samara really had no friends. Opposites can attract, you know. =D ))
"Good night," Aiden says, switching out the light. "See you in the morning."
"See you," I agree, and his eyes close. I kiss him softly on the head, then I float out the window into the starry night sky.
I never sleep.
As I look down at the town below me, I feel a surge of sadness rush through me. These people don't know how lucky they are, they can sleep, they can function like normal mortals. I am a spirit, not dead, not living. They are free to breathe, feel the night air, smell the clean country, taste the precious sweetness of mortality. They are free to love...
Aiden can never love me. A ping like an arrow splits through me like fire with the realization. I will never learn what it is to love...
I look down to see where Sarah lives. Lucky bitch, doesn't know how great of a guy she's got. If I were alive, if I lived in this time period, I know I could love Aiden, he could love me, too.
But I don't. I don't belong here. I will never belong with Aiden.
I fly through the night air, through the clouds, trying to remember my life, trying to remember everything....
3 years old, scared of the horses. Crying and sobbing, with Daddy's cold stare upon me...
4 years old, brushing Mommy's hair in front of a mirror. "I love you, baby."...
5 years old, sleeping in the barn, watching TV... endless TV, endless torture...
6 years old, grabbing the phone from Mommy and recieving all sorts of horrific visions...
7 years old, meeting the Strange Man in that bright white room, forced to answer questions that have no answers...
8 years old, meeting Enna and getting reprimanded by Daddy for meeting such a "crazy old woman"...
9 years old, listening to Mommy sing that haunting song...
10 years old, singing that song by the cold well, picking flowers...
11 years old, the day of my death...
Meeting Aiden, the most important person in my life... never getting to be with him because of the caller... because of my death.... the caller.
I lose myself amongst the shadows, trying to rid myself of the biting hurt and anger spreading through me.
( O )
I glide back into Aiden's room in the morning, with the sun shining through the windows. He's awake and dressed already.
"'Morning," he says. "Sleep well?"
I smile. "Funny."
"Do you wanna come with us today?" he asks. "Rachel wants to 'bond' with me or something, and my God, if I do it alone, I think I just might actually go nuts. Please come."
I nod. "Since when do I never come with you? I'm a step away from being your ghostly stalker."
He laughs and reaches out to touch my arm.
His fingers burn my skin. My eyes widen and I shake. A strange feeling is buzzing through me.
"Samara?!" he shouts.
I shudder as I feel a coldness spread throughout me, and then I feel myself fall into darkness.
(( The first part of this chapter was to show you how Samara really feels about all of this, how she yearns to escape being paranormal, unable to move on. Also, how her feelings for Aiden are. Some of you might find it weird, but remember, Samara really had no friends. Opposites can attract, you know. =D ))