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A/n: Hi everyone thanks for the reviews. They're just one more thing in my day to smile about. Here's chapter sixteen and I know I haven't really been able to update as much as before and I'm really sorry; I'm just really busy. So once again please read and review because it would be so nice if you did. :D
Why Did Destiny Choose This?
Chapter 16
There will be no love, nor no pain,
Sometime in the middle of the night I found myself awake; tossing around in my bed restlessly. The sleeplessness was slowly taking its toll on my body. My muscles started aching and everything just hurt. My eyelids just felt like shutting and never re-opening for me to see the light of day. Exhaustion flowed throughout my body; pulsing from my core all the way to my fingertips and to the soles of my feet. Please, just let me go to sleep. I begged myself. Icontinued to flip about until I decided to get up from the bed. There was no point in laying there if I wasn't to go to sleep.
I rose up slowly and sat on the edge of my bed with my legs curled up near my chest. My chin rested on my knees as I thought about why I couldn't manage to relax, despite the fact that I already knew the answer. I only wanted a new reason because I didn't want to think about why I couldn't fall asleep. I grabbed a small, warm, fleece blanket and draped it around my shoulders.
Eventually, I found myself getting up and walking downstairs; onto the washboard white, wooden porch outside of the house. The crash of waves vibrated through the nighttime air. The sound was almost gloomy and made the night filled with a slight melancholy. In a sense it was like nature's way of singing a sad song that you knew was actually your cheap love story; well, in my case it was. You could smell the fresh, soothing scent of salt water as little drizzles of water came from the ocean and sprayed onto your face; speaking of which, was light enough for you to not be drowned in drops of water, yet the mist of salty water could be felt like little grains of sand dusting your face and arms, or the feeling of the moist air right above grass that was covered in dew in the morning.
Everything was just so serene and calming. I sat myself down onto a light blue lawn chair that matched the deck; hugging my legs in hopes that somehow it would make me feel safer, more tranquil. The blanket was domed over me, almost protecting me from the cool night breezes and scatters of ocean water. I placed my chin onto my knees and closed my eyes letting the serenity and peacefulness rid the confusion and sadness from my body. Everything was so calm; it was pure bliss.
Soon enough I had fell back onto the back of the hard chair and closed my heavily sagged eyes, slipping yet another into a half-sleep state. Everything from the wonderfully refreshing weather, to the light, soft breeze and salty ocean mist was just so harmonious it was nearly impossible not to do so.
I felt the blanket slowly slip off my left shoulder causing a chill to go through my body. I used my right hand to tug at it until I was covered once again from the coolness. The blanket felt soft and comfortable against my bare shoulder. The only reason my shoulder was bare was because I had changed out of Lily's closes and was wearing a bright pink tank top bearing one inch thick straps. My legs weren't as cold because of the long, pink and black checkered, flannel pants that covered them. My bunched up hair served as somewhat of a small pillow; being tied in a small bun on the back of my head, separating my head from the chair.
My fingers brushed against the wooden seat. I felt the grooves of where a piece of wood started and ended. I knew that sometime in the morning, there would be red imprints and dents on my face from perhaps leaning my face against the chair, but it wouldn't really matter all that much. They would soon enough fade away and no traces of them would be remembered except the vague memory of the marks.
Memory is an odd thing now that I think of it. Memories always lead to confusion or misunderstandings. Well, they do if you over think them that is. One simple act can be entirely interpreted differently from the actual meaning. For instance, one simple human being had thought about the one little act so much that eventually it was read wrong and the whole concept could have been entirely different. Why am I thinking about this?
I cleared my mind to stop thinking. This was my time to sleep, or at least my time to try and sleep. It was very soothing which helped a lot.
A sudden feeling rushed over me although I wasn't quite sure what it was. It was like being stuck under a shower or a rush of something. It felt somewhat nice; refreshing yet at the same time it as extremely cold. I pulled on the blanket and pulled it tightly around me. When I felt the cloth, I realized that it was a little wet; like there was a water stain on it or something. Oh, my gosh…
I shot my eyes open to see that it was raining down on me. No, it wasn't raining, it was pouring. Heavy streams of falling water cascaded from the clouds that loomed in the sky. I felt my face which was cold and wet with raindrops. My hair was almost soaked through and drenched; weighed down with water. My legs were cold, but not yet so cold that I was freezing. I felt goosebumps up and down my arms and body. I wrapped the blanket over and over myself as many times as I could.
For some reason I didn't want to stand up. I didn't want to leave the chair. As soggy and stormy as it was outside, I didn't want to move from my spot. So there I sat on the seat. The rain around me was slowly creating puddles on the deck, and the sand beyond the floor was spotted with darker spots which I assumed to be the rain leaving imprints on the sandy ground. I let the water trickle don my face and fall onto my crossed legs. The blanket which was draped around me became soaked through; thick and heavy with water. If I were to take it off, it would have to be peeled off my clothes. My shirt had become wet as were my pants except for the part where I was sitting on. I crossed my arms and rested my elbows onto my knees which left me in a sort of scrunched position. I let out a sigh as the water soaked my body.
A sudden streak of bright light lit up the night sky showing all of the clouds' dents and bumps. For a second, the ocean was illuminated and a reflection was seen on the water. The shadows of waves could easily be distinguished as they were dark blue lines and ripples. One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten. There was a loud crash as the thunder sounded overhead that vibrated until the sound faded into the distance of waves and tides. Another streak of lightning flashed past the ocean's horizon. The sky as lit up once again. I looked around to see all of the objects that should be easily recognized. A few seconds later, the sky grew dark again. One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten. A loud, piecing crack sounded and shook the air around me. I slowly grew colder and colder as the rain expelled the warmth in my body.
Soon enough I sat there shaking. I rubbed up and down my arms in a desperate attempt to warm myself. Eventually, I got up and ran into the house, closing and locking the French doors behind me. I shivered as I ran silently up the stairs and into my room. I shut the door and ran straight to my dresser. I pulled out a clean, green tank top, matching plaid flannel capris, and a grey sweatshirt that I wore to sleep when I was cold, or sick; in this case, I was cold. I peeled off my sopping clothes and blanket, and replaced them with the warm ones. I had to wait a while before the warmness took over again, causing the cold to go away.
After I was dressed and warmed, I grabbed the pile of soaking wet clothes, and went across the hall to the bathroom, where I hung them over the bathtub. (I didn't want them to have that musty smell when clothes were bunched up and wet for too long.) Then I walked back into my room, and closed the door.
I sat on the edge of my bay window and looked out to the ocean, and the now heavily crashing waves. The rain left streaks of water down the window pane. Light pattering sound echoed throughout my room. The roof was hit with droplets of water as well, which added to the echoing sounds.
I leaned my head against the cold glass and used my eyes to follow several streaks of water as the flowed downward until they met the window frame. I sighed and grabbed a small pillow nearby; hugging it tightly.
I watched as the tide slowly went up the shore line. The rain started falling heavier, making the light pattering sounds start to sound like splashes and sprays of water sent bucket after bucket.
I seated with my back to the cold glass window, looking at the shadows of the window and the rain on the carpeted floor. Hoping of the window seat and onto the floor, I crawled over to the image of the window on the floor. I sat in the middle and faced the actual window. I watched as the shadows we cast on my hands and crossed legs. A small speck past by my view as a droplet of water made a small shadow over my eye. I traced my fingers over the floor where the shaded rain fell down the window. The same feeling of the rain falling down on me was felt again. This time, the feeling of coldness was no longer there.
After what seemed like hours, I got up and sat on the foot of my bed pondering about the most random facts. Anything that came to mind, I would think about it for several minutes before a new subject rose from the previous one, thus starting a cycle of nothing and everything.
Eventually I found myself sitting once again on the seat of the bay window staring out into the ocean. The waves lapped against the shore. The rain was letting up to a light showering. Remnants of raindrops fell down the window, dropping down onto the side paneling of the house. I put my back to the window, letting the coolness of the glass chill my back for no apparent reason. As I sat there, no cold was really felt due to the protection of my multiple layers of clothing. It was then that I realized my hair was still wet.
I took out the ponytail holder and let my wet hair fall down onto my back leaving stained blotches on the back of my shirt. After slipping the band around my wrist, I walked out of my room once again to the bathroom and wrung out my hair over the sink and grabbed a brush from the cabinet; running the bristles through my hair to get out all of the knots and tangles. Once my hair as combed out, I bunched it up tightly once more over the sink to allow any excess water flow down the drain. Then I brushed my hair once more before setting the brush back in place, and walking back to my room where silently closed the door.
Turning away from the door, I slid down the wood and onto the floor. I crossed my leg and my arms. For some reason, this was a very comfortable place to sit. I tilted my head back so that it rested against the door. Thud. My headsounded as I hit too hard. Ouch. I rubbed the back of my head, ruffling my hair slightly.
I got up and walked to the center of the room where ii got down slowly, and laid on my back, staring at the ceiling. There wasn't much there except for the wooden pole that went from somewhere in the back of my room to the ceiling. The molding was carves intricately with little lines. Now that I think about it, they were there for as long as I can remember. Or well, for as long as I've lived here for. Soon enough, I found myself humming. I didn't know what I was humming, yet it sounded so familiar. When the song ended (and I wasn't completely sure it was the end, but it felt like the end) I started humming it again desperately trying to figure out what the song was. Over and over again I ran it through my head until eventually I was too tired to carry on through the night. So it as there in the center of my room where I fell into my "sleep".
The rain was still beating on the roof of my window. I could hear it clearly, yet it seemed distant. Underneath my back, it was like I could feel every single twine and string on my carpet. It was soft and plush; keeping me comfortable. As I turned to my side, I felt the floor against my cheek. I huddled my body closer together, and slipped my hands under my head acting as somewhat of a pillow.
A/n: I know that was a super short chapter with the huge amount of time since I've updated, but I didn't think that could've really carried out this chapter any longer. Once again, please read and review!