Sorry about the update.Stupid writer's block...Plz read and review. Hope you guys like it though, i tried...
"This Feeling, Like No Other?"
I looked over my shoulder to see who was shouting out my name. It was Tia. She had looked really tired andlooked pissed off. I didn't know what to do from here. There I was, hugging Rupert in front of Tia. I let go of Rupert and he did thesame.TheIlooked at Tia.
"Keely, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing." I said. I stood up and looked back at Rupert. He stood up too. We were both casual, but Tia had thought differ, I guess.
"It doesn't look like nothing..." she breathed outand then took more breath in. She had must been tired, I guess she was looking for me all along.
"Tia, this is my friend Rupert, and Rupert, this is Tia."
Both had looked at one another, as they had met each other already.
"Yeah, we met." She said. I was confused for a second, until, Rupert had spoke.
"Keely, I'll be heading off now. Good night to both of you girls."
"Night," I said with my eyes watching him walking away. A tingly, weird sensation had came over me. I didn't know what it was. I had just miss him, already. Why am I feeling like this...
"Hello, earth to Keely," Tia had said. "You there?"
I turned my head when I heard her. She looked at me with a concern face.
"What happen to you in there? And what was that now?"
"What are you talking about, Tia?" I responded. I understood her, but I kind have felt secretive now.
We both decide to walk home. Tia had tried to ask me what had happen. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to lie, but lying had never help me and bottling the truth would always hurt me somehow.
I told her. The scene that had happened in the movies was due to my emotions, as anyone could have tell. I told her that I wasn't ready to move on yet, bare alone on a date. From what I can tell, she understood that. But I wasn't done. I still have thoughts of him, and I can't loose the memories-even though I hadn't told her that i had tried-, no matter how I tried I miss him, still. I love him. I told her that, and she was compassionate, and she understood me. However she asked me,
"But what was that, with you and the Rupert boy?"
I didn't know about that. Myfeeling and mindwere buggle up, I had feelings for him, and I didn't know why. I want to tell her, but I can't even explain it to myself.
"I don't know..."
She was still confused and then now she asked me a question that I did not want to answer,
"Does he remind you of Phil?"
"What?" I said. I didn't know what to say. He was like him. His personality, his clothing, eyes, and hair was like his, but he would never be like Phil, not the future-boy that I know...
I then said, "No, not really"
I had lied and she somewhat could have tell. I didn't bother to talk more about it. My head was starting to hurt and I didn't know what to say anyways. We had reached to Tia's after walking for ten minutes in silence. I didn't wanted to talk about the subject anymore. Tia had gotten closer to her door until she ask me to stay over, since mom weren't going to be home until like eleven. I refused her offer. Then Tia's face became disappointed. I felt bad, but I just had wanted to go home.
"No thanks, Tia. I need to walk and get some air. Iguess it canbemorerelaxing, anyways."
"Well whatever you decided. But remember one thing, what ever you do, don't forgot that one person." Tia had winked at me and went inside.
I didn't really apprehend what she had meant at first. I thought she was talking about him, but I think she meant herself.
I looked at the door and said, "Good night, Tia" and I just walked away, going home.
After saying that to Keely, I closed my front door. I laid against the door and could not help to say, "Denial, as always". Then I started head to upstairs to my room.
There was a shortcut to my house that i knew of. However, it was by through the park and through that part of the neighborhood. I didn't want to go pass through it; I didn't want to face it. So Ihad decidedto walk around it, taking the longer route. Itwould hadtaken me ten more minutes than I would usually had if I took that route, butI still made it home.I walked to my front steps and notice that there was no light in the house. Mom wasn't home, yet. I just had open the door, took my shoes off, and immediately walked and lay on my living room sofa. I wastoo tired from the walk and the day itself. I couldn't even able to stand and walk no more; I jsut feel asleep
I woke up about an hour later in my bed. It was only about 11 o'clock. I couldn't sleep, and I really didn't know why. I didn't felt tired no more though.But, I stillwanted to sleep, but I couldn't. So for some weird reason, I had wanted to take a small walk. I got out of the house, and had notice that mom's car wasn't there. I guess that she wasn't still home yet. Ithenstarted to walk, and I didn't know why again, but I had walked that path to that part of the neighborhood.
I began to walk slowly, gazing at this neighborhood. It was still the same, sameas thelast time thatI had walkedalong thisway. Even that sign on that two-story white house was still there. The 'For Sale' sign was there for the longest time. No one had bought after they had moved. Mom wassuppposely in charge of selling that house, but she didn't wanted to sell it. That house has too much memories for me, and she didn't want to sell it because, dueto me. She had first never mention to me that she was suppose to sell that house, and she still never did. She's trying to protect me, but I still knew. I walked by it quickly now. I couldn't bare to watch it anymore. I walked fast away with my eyes close, until, I hadn't notice that I almost reached to the entrance of the park. That dark, happy park that I once thought of. I didn't want towalk into the park, but I didn't want to turn around either. A part of me told me to go in, it was my mind. However,something else told me something...it was my heart, ittold me to walk away, it had sense danger somehow. But my mind took over, I walked in, walking along the sidewalk path. I could help to notice all the memories I had here too. I walked past the benches that was locatedin the center of the parkandI couldn't help to rememberwhenever he was upset, he and I wouldcrack nuts. My heart start to stop for a second, but my mind told me to keep walking. And I did. Thenthere itwas, the patch of land locatednext to that small wooden red bridge above the small pond. Thatis when the memory of my sweet sixteen had emerged...
I was blinded folded at first. I didn't know where I was heading toward to. Until, he had taken off my blind-fold. There I saw the most beautiful things that he had setup for me. There was a picnic blanket and on it there was a cake with a smiley face, flowers, and candles. I was speechless. From my silence, he got nervous and said,
"I should of never brought you all the way here for this."
He then began to ramble on, "The cake has a smiley face on it, because whenever we are together, you make me smile; and the flowers, I know you like wearing flowers in your hair all the time but... the candles it smells like lavender, cause I li-I like...you hate, you hate don't you? Uh, I completely messed it up again..."
The I spoke, "Phil..." then began to sit on the blanket.
Then Phil followed and began to talk again with his nervous tone, "I, I didn't know if, you know, how to make it–"
"This is the sweetest...most wonderful, incredible, beautiful thing anyone had done for me." I told him and he still continue to talk. He was jealous of what Owen had did, but I told him what he did was "out of the world" and he believed me.
"You know me" I said.
We both smiled...
The memory had ended and tears began to form. This was one ofthe main reason that I had not wanted to be here in the first place. Too much memories that would only break my heart even more.A conflict had began in my conscience.My hearthadyelled to leave, yet, my mind said to go on. The mind said that there was no true problem, it tole mejust tokeep walking. It told me that I would be fine and I will find closure, some how. But I didn't want to listen to it no more, I wanted to listen to my heart.
'GO RUN, YOU'LL ONLY BE IN MORE PAIN. STOP, AND TURN AROUND! YOU'RE HURTING ME AND YOURSELF. DON'T LISTEN TO IT NO MORE!' My heart was yelling at me, warning me of more pain to come.
'DON'T LISTEN TO IT, I'M RIGHT AFTER ALL. I KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU. YOU HAVE TO KEEP ON WALKING, THE PAIN THAT YOU FEEL WOULD BE THE FIRST PART OF WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN, BUT HOWEVER, IT WOULD SOLVE THE ENTIRE PROBLEM. DO IT, AND I PROMISED THAT WE-YOU, THE HEART, AND MYSELF- WILL BE AS ONE AGAIN AND BE PAIN-FREE.' My mind calmly told me to keep on walking.
My mind had made no sense to me, but it had sound somewhat logical. And I didn't want to feel anymore pain, however, I did move on, but I ran hastily. I listen to the heartabout therunning part; however, I listened tomy mind to go on,that direction. I ran across the park. I couldn't bare to be here, until, I had realized that I had ran upward that hill.
The hill that we wereactually closertogether than we had ever been before.It wasbefore that day he had left. Then, a strong flashback had hit me, it took over my mind, I couldn't get it off. I stood there staring at the grass on the top of the hill.
'It was a Thursday that day. We had all left school early, since it was a Pickfordian holiday. The holiday was in recognition of Howard Grant Wells.
He's famous around here in Pickford. He was known to establish the first successful education program in Pickford. Wells was the age of fifteen when he first had moved here in 1858. He was very smart, wealthy, and generous. During his first day here, he was enrolled to a public school, where he had met the great, great, great granddaughter of Friar Fred, the founder of Pickford. She was a kind, yet, asimple girl of his age and grade. Being a girl and beingin that type of educational program, she wasn't the brightest person he had known. Yet, she hadwanted to learn more, especially about math. So Wells had volunteered himself to tutor her. That is when Wells had develop thea true passionfor teaching. He and the girl had began to fallen in love, and within two years, they had married. The couple had wanted to bring a bright education to the future kids of Pickford. Yet at that time, Pickford was economically unable to afford a better education program. It broke the heart of the married girl, as she had wanted to help kids and givethem the opportunity that she luckily had. Futhermore, Wells had inherited a great sum of money from his parents. He had wanted the future Pickfordians to have a great education. So willingly, he had donated most of his money to Pickford, leaving him and his wife to becomeecomonically rich,as amiddle class family. However, the money was used on the constructions of recreation centers, a library full of books, and many school building, especially a new high school. That high school was named H.G. Wells, in honor for the generous man. Wells had became the first principle and the first educators of the school. Then he had received the first ever given award, the first Pickford's Prized Person Award. From those years on, he's famous to Pickford.
We had learn that before we had left the school. Well anyways, we walked out of the school buildingandthereI had noticed that they were setting up a small fair in commemoration for Wells. I wanted to go.But, I knew that Phil had not wanted to go, because he had kept on walking when I was standing there, looking at the setup for a few seconds.
"Keels, what are you waiting for?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said and walked after him.
We had walked pass through the park and he had stared at the surroundings. It was weird until when we exit, he had stopped. We reached to his house and them Mrs. Diffy had greeted us and offered us with her home-made food for lunch. I didn't know what to say at first, since I ate her cooking before, and it wasn't the best of foods.
"Sure, Mrs. Diffy," I said smiling at her.
"Are you sure, Keely?" Phil had asked with a concern tone.
"Why, Phil? What's wrong with my food?" She had said at him with a serious face.
"Um, nothing...Mom," he said smiling at her. I couldn't help to stare at that cute smile of his and then he walk to the kitchen and I had follow him.
After that lunch, I hadtried to hold down my food, but I could tell that Phil couldn't hold it in no more. So thus, he ran to the bathroom and I tried to put a strong face for him. Ha...so meanwhile, I walked upstairs to his room. It was so neat and organized. And the smell, the smell of the cologne was everywhere, thesme smell that was on him...it was so irresistible. I went up to his drums sets and touch it. I loved how he bang toit, it was music to my ears. Well, I laid on his soft bed. I loved it here. The bed was so soft and so comfy. I had closed my eyes for a minute. Then I didn't notice that I had just fell asleep.
Later, I slowly had opened my eyes and just realized that I had fell asleep, for about three hours. A blanket was on me and I thought who had put it on me, probably Phil, I guess. I was so embarrassed, and I had to try to get up, but all I could manage was to sit up. Something was holding my legs down. Then there I had notice, Phil was there sleeping down at the bottom side of the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off of that baby-like slumber. I didn't want to wake him up, so Itried get out quietly and gently, and there,headed downstairs to the living room.
"Keely, did you had a good nap?" Mrs. Diffy had said to me, walking in.
"Um, yeah," I smiled, as thethought of Phil was sleeping on the same bed as I did had came up.
"Well, hope Phil gets back. He had been out after he had known you were asleep and he had left somewhere with..." She stopped as she looked at my face, as she must have thought that shewas speakinganother language.
"Well never mind." She responded again.
"Um, I saw Phil upstairs, he's sleeping." I said as I didn't understand what she had said.
"Oh, I guess he had came home, strange..." she said in response. "Well, I'm going to start dinner later, do you want to help?"
I didn't know what to say, so I blurt a response. "I can't Mrs. Diffy. If I help you, then you're food wouldn't be an original, and it wouldn't be the same if I help you."
I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Okay, Keely." She had walked away to the kitchen. I sat at the couch and had turn on the t.v., until Pim had walked in from the house. She was holding flowers that looked brutally abused. The petals was falling off and the leaves was almost gone.
"Don't ask, it's Danny's." She said in a repulse voiceand I had smiled at her.
"So, Miss Sunshine, why are you here?"
"Just chillin'. Why?"
"Shouldn't you be with my brother, you know, hanging out with him, instead of here?
"Pim, I don't always have to be around Phil all the time, you know. And anyways, Phil's asleep and I don't want to wake him."
"Well, I can make him wake up, if you want." shepaused. Then she spoke again, as if she had an idea."The faster he wakes up, the faster you two will not being here."
She had said with a perfidious tone, yet I was trying to ignore her. She had walked away with the flowers and headed to the staircase. I stared at the television, until I had realized what she hadmeant. I got up and quickly followed after her. Then she had notice me, and rush up the stairs and I ran after her. While running, she then turn around and she through the flowers at me. I couldn't dodge the flowers soit hadhitted my face. Then I fell, faced down at the stairs. While Pim, at the top of the staircase, had looked back at me and laughed at me. She turned around and tripped over her feet. She had looked so pissed off, and so did I. We had made the loudest of noise.But, I managed to get up before her and held onto her arms.
"Can't you let Phil sleep? I asked her.
"Yeah, can't you?" said an scratchy, waking up voice. He had yawned and rubbed his eyes, as he had enter the hallway where we were standing.
"Oh Phil, you're awake." I said.
"Well, my job is done. Just like what I had said..." She smiled maliciously and hadturned around and walked downstairs, while rubbing her forehead that she had fell on. My mouth was opened, as I was surprise that she had got what she had wanted, most of the time. I turned around to look at Phil, as I caught him, looking at me.
"Yeah...had you a good sleep?" I blurted the words. I had realized that I spoked oddly.
"Yes, had I a good sleep." He smiled at me.
We then both headed to his room again. I had sat on his bed, and Phil wason the chair, next to his desk. We looked at the wall. I didn't know what to say and I was starting to get really bored. Then Phil had asked what did I wanted to do. I had wanted to go the fair at the school, but I didn't want to bring it up.
"How about a movie?"
"Sure, how about that new sci-fi movie, it's starting like in ten minutes, wanna go?" he said happily. I didn't want to wipe the smile, so I had agreed.
We had went into the movies. It wasn't, of course, had no "chick-flick" qualities in it, and it was a total sci-fi. I got a bit interested in it, but it got pretty annoying when Phil had kept commenting about the movie. Still, it was fun to see Phil's face in disbelief and he had acted boastful of himself. He had thought superior of himself, and I had liked that. Then the movie was over, he was pretty upset about it. But I tried to cheer him up, so I hugged him and had said that it wasn't all that bad. He smiled and we walked out of the movies.
"Well, it's about 6:00. Do you have anything on your mind, because I had wan–"
Then I had interrupted him before he had finished. I had really wanted to go.
"–LET'S GO TO THE FAIR!" I had shouted. I looked at his face when I stopped. It was surprising and kind of weird to him, and me now. His face had kinda looked disappoint for a second. But his face changed as he said that he would go with me. I smiled and pulled him, as we headed toward H. G. Wells.
We had entered the fair when the stars and night had emerged, and the sun had disappeared. It wasn't as small as I had thought. I looked around at the entrance and had saw so much. The cotton candies, popcorn, hotdogs, and the fried dough...I was starting to get hungry. I stared at the food and the smell of them had gotten stronger. I turned around and saw Phil holding, popcorn and cotton candy.
"I thought you might had want some." he said smiling at me.
"Thank you, Phil" I said smiling at him.
Then at the fair, we had went to the many game booths. Hackett was in one of them. He had set a fortune telling booth. It was pretty funny though, he had dressed so odd and so weird. He was so into it,the thinghe was based in. We walked into his booth and Phil started talking,
"Well Mr. Hackett–"
"–No the Great HacNeil, the All-Knowing."
"Okay, Great HAcNeil, what do you see in the future?"
Wh both smiled of the irony.Then Mr. Hackett, I meantthe Great HacNeil, rubbed his crystal ball. Phil and I couldn't stop laughing. He then looked at Phil with aserious face,
"I see a trip of importance, back to where you had been before."
As I can tell, he had said 'been before' loosely. Phil had leaned over to me and had said "yeah, my house, probably." I laughed along with him. Then Hackett looked at me,
"And you, Ms. Teslow, I see a person that would enter your life. That person would hurt you based on your memories, yet he'll not really be there, so be aware..."
We both laughed. He didn't make so much sense. Then the Great HacNeil's face became back to normal as he was Hackett again. He had laugh in sarcasm at us. But he warned us, 'Laugh now, but it will come true'. However, we didn't care that much and walked out.
Then I stared at a certain booth. It was one of those knocking the bottle over game. It had this cute adorable teddy bear. It had a creamy coffee brown, its eyes were big and so black, and the smile was so cute. Also, it was holding a small heart in one hand and the other hand on its chest. The heart had said, 'I have your heart, and you have mine'. Aw...that was so CUTE! I had wanted it, but I walked away, nobody will ever win that type of game. Later, I noticed that Phil was gone. I looked around for him, and he didn't appeared. I had gotten worried, until, I had walked again toback to where I had started. There he was, I had saw him. He was playing atthat booth. He was holding a ball in his hand and he had threw it mightily. Yet, I saw his disappointed his face. He didn't won. He walked away with a frown and I had stood there, looking at him still. As he turned, he saw me. He tried to pull a smile, but he couldn't. He walked closer to me and tried to say something.
"I'm sorry Keels, I saw you looking at that bear and tried to get it for you, the game must be rigged, or my aiming was off, probably the ball was too weak, and beside I had no money, so I, uh, couldn't...I tri–" He was rambling on again, so I stopped him
"–Phil! It's okay. You tried and that's all it matters. I really don't mind for the bear. It's all the thought of you trying to get it for me was good enough," I said smiling at him. He smiled back.
"Well I tried really hard," he said in response.
"Always trying to be the perfectionist, haha!"
"Hey, I'm not a perfectionist!"
"You don't have to be so denial about it"
I laughed at him and he laughed back. He knew that and he knew that he couldn'tkept on denying aboutit. It had gotten pretty dark, and I had started to want to go home. I told Phil, but he insisted me to stay a little bit more. I couldn't help it, I want to stay with him because he had want me to.
The fair wasstartingclose, so we head out. Phil leaded me to the direction of the park, I think. He had then started talking.
"So Keels, your journalism and news report is getting waybetter now. I bet in no time, you would have your on news anchorwoman position."
"I don't think so Phil. I'm not that great. Many people had read and saw my reports, and they had thought it was pretty naive-like and too petite for the real world."
"Keely. Don't say that," He said, "People will judge, but it wouldn't matter, as long one person is touched."
"I don't know,Phil,all I wanted to do is to inform them with the hard-hitting news, helping them to learn, and blah, blah, blah–you know the rest. And what people think is important, you know"
He then paused and stared at me, when we about to reached to the park.
"Thinks for yourself, Keely, and from that Keels, think of others. This Keel, would bring you far in life. Your life is precious and it should continue to skyrocket, to those stars."
He had said that as he had pointed to the stars. I looked up and notice that there was so many stars. It was an endless sea of them. He had meant thatI should had thought better for myself, butwith that, try to helpother people.Also, hebasically said tofollow my dream.I looked back at him and he looked at me.
"Thanks, Phil, I willkeep to that. I promise."
We then had walked up this only hill in the park. It was a long walk, and I didn't know why we had to walk up here. Then reaching to the top, Phil had walked in front of me and turn back at front of me, he was covering the scenery.
"Well Keely, I had brought you for a reason. Originally, I had wanted you and me to go here early, but instead, we went to the fair." he said at me while I looked confused for a bit. He then walked out of the way, and there was a picnic blanket on the grass and there was a basket.
"I had wanted us, to have a picnic. I had planned this when you were asleep, it was for both of us. I had wanted us to watch this scenery with you."
He pointed, and I stared a the scene. The city was beautiful from here. It was dimly bright, the starry night was glowing majestically. It was so romantic. Then I had felt bad, we didn't have the picnic because of me. I stared at him and he looked down. Then I walked over to the blanket and sat down.
"Is it too late the picnic?" I had asked him. He looked up and smiled.
"It's never too late, especially for you." he said and smiled.
After finishing the cold PB&J sandwiches, I had watch up to the starry sky. I was memorize, the star was so beautiful.
"Hey, Phil isn't the stars beautiful?" I asked him, while staring up.
"Yeah, it is. It's beautiful." I looked at him when he said that and had looked up again.
"Phil, so how is the stars like in th future?"
"Well, it is still the same, but it is not special as it is now..." he said and I wonder why.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well... it is special now. Because I'm with you, gazing at the stars together."
I was touched and somewhat had felt special.
"Thanks, Phil. This is one of my favorite nights, ever."
I had said to him to his sentence. I then began to look at my knees and had ponder how my life would be so different without him. He had changed my life so much.
"Hey Keel, wacthu' thinking about?"
"Oh, it's nuttin," I said, I was a bit embarrassed to think about him.
"It can't be nittin', tell me." he insisted.
"Fine, Phil. I was trying to think what would my life would be like, if you had never been stranded in this country," I had said quietly.
"Oh" he said awkwardly.
Then I heard silence of the sky, it was starting to felt weird now. He then asked me how it would have been, and he kept on asking,even tough I told him it was nothing. I finally broke down and told him. I told him that I would have still been popular and I would have still fail math. We then both smiled on that. Then I told him that I wouldn't had a care to school and to people, I would be at the mall forever, and that I would had so many boyfriends.
Then I looked up at Phil as he turned to me, he then said
"I'm sorry, Keel. I'm the reasons you don't have this fun life, aren't I?" he had said in hurt.
"No, Phil. You got it the wrong way." I knew that I shouldn't have told him this.
He had looked down at his knees. I felt bad, so I placed my hand on his knee. He was hurt because of me. Tears had slowly came down from my eyes.
"Phil, you are the bestest friend I ever had. If it weren't for you, I would still have been in Algebra class and I would be in pain when every time a guy would break my heart. I would have been irresponsible and have no care to anybody. If it weren't for you, my life would be incomplete. You had mend my heart and prevented it from being break. Thank you, Phil, for being in my life."
I couldn't stop tearing and my voice was getting too emotional. He didn't say anything and I was getting so embarrassed in front of him. Then I began to blurt more words.
"Oh gosh. Look at me, why I am crying like this. And I just ramble on, making you feel uncomfortable. Sorry, Phil. I'll leave now."
I had gotten up and had about to walked away. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I hate making people feel bad for themselves. It makes me feel bad for myself, too. Then I heard him said something.
"Keely, don't walk away." I turned around and saw him standing. He then started to speak,
"Keely, don't you ever be sorry. You are this wonderful girl that I had first lay eyes on. You are my bestest friend. You're smart, strong, cute, charming, respectful, and caring. I should be thanking you for caring me so such. I never had a friend that treated the same ways as you had did for the last past two years. Keely, I -"
"Kay Phil, I'm fine now, thanks for trying to cheer me up."
I stopped him from talking. I had heard enough. I had started to felt better for myself and for him. He had just confess some of his emotions to me. He had never done that. I looked at his eyes, and there was tears in it. I walked closer to him, my heart and mind told me too. I then rested my head on his shoulder and his head was on mine. I stood there, as I was in heaven. It was more than a minute, and I didn't want to go and I don't ever want to hurt him no more.
Then I looked up at him and said innocently,
"So you think I'm cute?"
He smiled at me and I smiled with them. He didn't answer me really, but I knew that he had meant it. I moved my head back to his shoulders and I could sense that he had sniff me. I pulled him into me, giving him a hug that I had long waited in my life.
He then used his hands and touched my chin. Then slowly, lifting my head up. He then looked at me with calm eyes and I had to him. We looked at one another for the longest of time. I couldn't wait for any longer for an action. So my head had slowly moved inward, and so did his. I knew what was about to come, so my thoughts had started to blank out.
His head and mines was getting closer and closer, until eventually, our lips had met. It was the sweetest and the most desirable thing I experienced in my life. I had kissed him, my heart had beaten dramatically. I didn't want it to stop. He pulled his lips away, and I looked at him and looked back at me. I smiled and he did too. We then looked upat thosestars together, while we were hugging one another.'
The flashback was over. I didn't know what had happen to mewhenI hadblanked out. All I knewwas that now my eyes were drenched in tears and I couldn't breathe anymore. I stood there, shaking. The pain, it hurts. My heart screamed in terror, and my mind knew that it would happen. It still hadtold me to go on.But I couldn't go on with it. I was too scared, I just wanted it all to end. But it wouldn't. I was immobilized from the pain and fear. I didn't want to do anything...I didn'tevenwant to live from this point.
"Leave me alone!"
Then somehow, for a strange reason I had heard a sound that was beyond the path of the park sidewalk. It was familiar, yet so soothing. I was getting confused. My fear and pain was dying down. It was that sound...what is it! I didn't know what to do at that point again. My mind said to go follow that sound, but again, the heart told me not to. I had learned my lesson from that flashback. I need to go away, I don't want to be moreafraid or being morehurt, being more worstthan this. I turned around from the sound and started to run away. Somehow, I didn't seemtnati had beenmoving,but I was!
Then that sound hadbecame a certain voice.It was once calming tome, but ithad started to scare me, it said calmly and sadly... "Keely, don't walk away."
Then I stop trying to run. Fear had struck me.
"Those words...not again...this can't be true...not again...LEAVE ME ALONE! WHY ARE YOU TAUNTING ME!"
I screamedand ran. I couldn't run anymore, it was too painful, and then i had collapsed onto the ground. Tears had even flowed even more, asI lay there in a fetal position. Crying my eyes off
I woke up on the my couch with cold sweat on my face. It was a dream again. Why did it have to come to my dreams? Why does he kept hurting me on inside...in my dreams, where's I'ma sitting duck? Where I could be easily be manipulated to feel pain.And there I was on mysofa, breathing heavily. I took off a blanket that was on me. Mom...she must had placed it on me, but still,I couldn't breathe, as the air was too hot. I couldn't stop feeling the pain. It was just too real and too painful. I took of the blanket and walked out of the house door and sat at my front porch. It was pretty late or early, whatever it's considered. It was about 2 o'clock when I had went out. I sat on the porch and I couldn'thandle the pain anymore. This feeling is like no other, it was painful and it's just cruel. I sat on my porch furniture and stared out. Tear had come out. I don't want to feel this pain. I had love him,but now I don't know...if he keep causing me this pain... then I should just stop now. But, I know that couldn't, someone had remind me of him...Rupert, he's like him,although, he didn't left me like he did.
I sat there, with now my knees up and placed my head on it. I started to get drowsy. I had cried myself to sleep, like those hurtful weeks long time ago.
The morning orange sun had rose, ridding all darkness in Pickford. The sun had woke many up andstill had to wakethe others. The strong ray had hit a girl on her porch. She was now laying down on the porch chair, sleeping. The light had awaken the girl slowly. She had sat up and wipe the remaining wet tears in her eyes. Then with full eyes opened, she saw something that brought fear in her eyes again. Right next to her, there it was, lying there. It had came out of nowhere, and she didn't know where it had came from. Keely had gotten up and her face was in fear, she slowly walked away from it, looking at it constantly. And ran in the house. There it still was, a small creamy coffee colored bear with one hand on its chest and the other, holding onto a heart that quoted, 'I have your heart, and you have mine'...
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