Disclaimer: Do I have to do this I mean I hope you have read the previous chapters. Otherwise this might not make sense, like me.
Seeing as how any of you who had an email alert on me didn't get the news of my last chapter I am saying read it before this one.
Life's Gifts
Chapter 5: Pain
As Katie lay on her bed she wondered where the old memory had come from. That owl, she had seen it somewhere before but she did not just now where. She had hoped that blade was gone forever. Sighing she flopped back and then pushed her sleeve back to look at the gauze. Memories overwhelmed her and she flopped back down.
Sunlight poured in through the windows and hit her face drying the tear marks. Her blonde hair was sparkling in the light, so that it actually looked gold. Then she hugged her pillow to her chest and whispered to herself, "Momma's journal, where did I put that." Getting up she walked over to her desk, sitting down she pushed the book containing the blade inside and started riffling through her desk drawers. Finally she found the leather bound book and opened it up. Going to the ribbon marked page she read the penned quote
..:The most beautiful smile is the one that struggles through the tears:..
Mother had always looked life on the Brightside, even though she never knew where it would take her. Katie then riffled through the desk until she came up with a similar journal and read the poem it contained:
A shattered alliance, a broken bond
Tears silently falling for the
Broken dreams and lost hearts
For what could have been
Man's ambition and obsession
Things that can make
Or break, a man into fragments
To make him stoic like the wolf
Or dead like a slaughtered white lamb
People's hopes and fears
The thing that
Make them press on or stop dead
Hope can liberate
Where fear can hinder
Glass
That broken shard that can
Cut
Deep to the soul
The thing that makes
Us weep
Tears and mirrors
The
Salty and the clear
Reflection
Of what we truly are
Or could truly be
Wars
The makers and breakers
Of the nations
That shows us
How inhumane we can be
Sand
A small piece
Of
Helplessness, something that
We don't realize
Or just don't want to see?
Broken dreams and lost hearts
The future
That we used to dream of
And now that will never be
Greed
The thing
That kills a man deep
Within'
Then works it way out
To consume him
Are all these fears deep within'
Ourselves
Or hidden the deep
Katie read the poem and shut the journal quickly. Her mother had captured the humans perfectly, wizards and muggles alike. The mystery of the razorblade was quickly forgotten. Standing up she grabbed the iron key ring that hung the keys to her family's summer residence.
Padding quietly down the stairs she slipped out the door making sure no one noticed. Once outside she raced across the woods and into her old backyard. When she was eighteen she would inherit the house and lands and have full access to all her parent's funds. Quickly she walked around to the oak door and let herself in, "Nora," the maid is always here as was the butler. "If anyone comes looking for me I don't want to be disturbed."
"Yes, mum," the distinguished older women said, as she gestured to the pretty brunette maid behind her. "You never visit much now and we just cleaned the place today. It is such a chore, but the house is so pretty."
Katie nodded and then quickly walked up the stairs fingering the banister all the way. Once upstairs she slipped into her old bedroom. Just because her parents died did not mean the house had to grow old. In fact, the Victorian house was a classic. She sat down on the tiny bed she had occupied as a child and then looked around.
The miniature broomstick rested on the wall the same way it had that fateful day. Today she had all the top of the line broomsticks and equipment. Everything had changed, one minute her parents waved goodbye and told Cade and Dave to take care of her and then they had driven off never to return.
Upon remembering this she burst out crying, then she remembered her mother's favorite quote, "the most beautiful smile is the one that struggles through the tears," this just made her cry all the harder. Then she curled up on the tiny bed and sobbed some more.
At the Wood's residence Oliver was looking for Katie. He found her bed ruffled, but no sign of her. He looked around for her key ring and then he knew the one place she was. Going to his room he grabbed his windbreaker and slipped it on and then ran out. He took a different path from Katie and slipped in through the unlocked back door.
"Sir, what are you doing?" The pretty brunette maid, named Gwen, said to him.
"I am looking for Katie is she her?" Oliver said frantically.
"Yes, sir, but she doesn't want to be disturbed." Gwen said as she curtsied at him.
"I have to see her, is she in the same place." Oliver asked growing even more frantic as the time went by. Then he bolted upstairs and gently opened the door to Katie's old room. She was lying inside on the bed, her shoulders shaking.
"Oliver, what are you doing here, I told Nora I didn't want to be disturbed." Katie said as she looked at him, her face streaked and red.
"I was worried about you darling." Oliver said as she stood up and walked over to him. As she came close he opened his arms and engulfed her.
"Thank you, Oliver. But I would have been fine." Katie said as she hugged him back.
Oliver gently tilted her chin up and kissed her, as he did this. He whispered, "Katie, I think I am in love with you."
Katie startled bolted away and back towards the house. "Oliver…"
Oliver looked at her and then shook his head, "Pain, is all this life seems to give me."
Well the poem is mine and the quote is by some unknown person, but my friend gave it to me. I think it is really beautiful. So I hope you guys like this chapter and had a great time reading it. Please give me your comments for I am always looking to improve my work.
Bookgoddess