TIME

Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade or characters.

Time. A four letter word that strikes fear in the heart as often as the hands on a clock move. An unseeable force that goes by in a constant, never changing rythm, while everything else ages and fades.

What brought this thought to my mind? What made it buzz in my head like an angry wasp to sting and torment me?

Time.

Atleast a set measurement of it. 10 years ago my life changed. Everything changed.

I lost a part of me that day, the ironic thing is I never realised it was a part of me till I lost it.

Even as I sit here looking at this almost perfect scene. Almost. Something is missing from it. Someone. I look down at my reflection. Dead crimson eyes stare back. The pain and loss had been too much, too soon. Ten years of pain resurface.

First the anger. Why did he leave me! Why? Did I make him angry, did I hurt him! Why did he do this to me? Why me?

Then comes the guilt. He didn't know how I felt. He thought we were friends. Just friends. Now I act as if he purposely died to hurt me. I know it's stupid to think that, but I did. I still do.

An image of him forms in my mind. Chasing the painful darkness away. A smile full of love and joy brightens that already angelical face. But it's his eyes that ensnare me. Acceptance, trust and understanding mingle and mix with love, making those eyes shine like the rarest gems.

Love. They shone with love.

I feel a smile tug on my lips and I am once again drawn to look at my own refelction, but I am given a different veiw. A young face is staring back. One that has seen horrors and survived, one that has lived through it's own hell on earth and defeated it. With help. Years with happy memories flood back. Memories filled with laughter and smiles. Happiness and joy. All gone, leaving a broken heart and bleeding soul.

I look up at the top of the magestic falls before me. A drop of water falls on my cheek, and slides down. More fall. Whether it is the falls that cry or me I'll never know or admit. The wind picks up and blows my way, ruffling my hair. Just like he used to.

I smile again. This time a true smile. A sad smile. Maybe I can carry on. Or atleast try. I giver the Tiger falls a last look, last goodbye. Then I turn and walk. I don't look back. Can't look back.

If I do I'll never leave and will always be haunted.

By those fading amber eyes.

This story has nothing to do with Journeys. What makes it special to me though is that I am using it my monologue for Drama, and everyone thinks it's great. Not to mention it was the first time I was using my own material. Oh and we finished the season of Beyblade. :( Now their showing some stupid show that's for 2 yr olds. Damn the channel co ordinators, or who ever they are.