Chapter 4!
OMG, people! It's here! Chapter 4 is here! This is an exciting chapter! (or so it should be!) I want you all to know that Elizabeth is based off of one of my close friends. You may know her as Wolf218, but I know her in real life as Cait or Caitlyn. (Usually Cait) And my character that is based off me comes soon! XEDDDDDDDDDDD Yay!! And I know the last sentence of this story, too! and I'm already thinking up a sequel. By the way, another fantasy story I wrote is up in my journals. It is known as Princess of Cypress. I have chapter 1 and 2 up. It's my first story that I wrote and I feel that I should prize that! Also, let me tell you a fact that most of you do not know. I thought of As The Sunset Ends the day before I was supposed to fly. And I thought of one of my horror stories about windows when I was looking out a window (I was home alone, too!) and I thought of a shipwreck creation when I was on a ship. Pleasant thouights, huh? LOL Well, I hope you enjoy this!
I woke up to the bright sunlight shining through Elizabeths room shining into my eyes. My arms stretched as I yawned tiredly. I sat up and looked up at Elizabeth's already made bed. Yes, I am sleeping in Elizabeth's room. Well, I have been for the past month. Plus, my furniture hasn't come in, yet. They are so slow. Apparently, when I came back in from the funeral that I was uninvited to, I didn't shut the window all the way and the water flooded my room. I said that I liked the sound of the rain and that the screen must have fallen off. (I had to push it off...) Only Elizabeth and I knew the true answer. Well, I guess the fact that that happened to me was because I snuck out and karma got back at me. Disobeying hasn't worked in my favor, has it?
Well, one good thing came out of this situation. Elizabeth have gotten along a little better. (When I say a little, I mean a little!)
Elizabeth looked down at me obviously annoyed saying, "Stop staring at me like that."
"Eh?" I asked.
"You are in a daze," Elizabeth said, "Get it together."
"Oh, uh, sorry!" I apologized.
"Whatever," Elizabeth said, staring back at her computer desk.
I eyed the pictures on her desk. One of a blonde teenage boy caught my eye. He was smiling and wore a long sleeve black shirt. In the photograph, he was holding Elizabeth on his back. Both of them were smiling with glee.
I got up to my feet and walked over to her desk. I had to find a way to become one of Elizabeth's allies. I have been getting closer over the past month.
"Who's he?" I asked, pointing to the picture.
Elizabeth glanced over at the photograph, "No one," and she set the picture face down.
"No, really, who is he?" I bugged again.
"No one," Elizabeth repeated.
"Please, tell me," I begged.
"Are you really that interested in my life?" Elizabeth asked annoyed.
"Well, uh, I want to get to know you better," I replied.
"And asking me about someone in a picture is going to get you information about me?" she asked, looking up to me.
"Maybe," I said.
"If I tell you, will you shut up?" Elizabeth asked.
"Uh, er, yes," I said. It's worth a shot.
"Fine," she sighed annoyed, closing her laptop and sitting on the bed talking the photograph with her. I sat on the edge of her bed with my legs crossed, ready to listen.
"His name," she began, holding up the picture, "is William Heart. Some people called him William, Willie Heart, Willie, but I called him just simply Will. He lived accross the street from me in America two years ago before I moved here..."
Elizabeth's Point of View
"Come on! Don't make me stab you with a mechanical pencil!" my best friend (Rosalie) said, forcing me into my mother's room.
Rosalie, an average height and skinny girl, has light brown, shoulder length hair with bangs that is straightened and perfected. (Stupid perfectionest!) Her eyes are dark green and her eye lashes are thick but her lips are somewhat thin. Her skin has a natural tan from the long, summer days at the beach. Compared to her, I could be a ghost or the undead.
"Let go of me!" I demanded.
"No," Rose rejected, "Not until you walk in here and look in the long mirror!"
"Why?!" I asked.
She pushed me into my mother's room sending me stumbling on my light blue high heels that Rose forced me to wear. Grabbing my arm and compelling me to the long mirror on my mother's bathroom door. Once in front of the mirror, I turned my head to my stressed out mother, who was sitting on her bed reading a thick file, and begged to her, "Help me!"
My mother gazed up at me just as Rosalie turned my head to the mirror saying, "No, no, no, no! Your reflection is this way."
My eyes slammed shut.
"Open your eyes," Rosalie told me calmly.
"No way!" I rejected.
"Yes way!" Rose said, "Or I will force you to eat leeks."
"Eh?" I asked, my eyes opening, but before I could view my image of myself, my head turned to my best friend.
"Don't "Eh" me! Just look at your reflection. You look so pretty!" Rosalie complimented.
"Yes, you do. It's like viewing a new person," my mother interjected.
"Just look at yourself. A quick glimpse is all you need," Rose said.
"Sure, sure," I said, turning to my reflected image.
My dress was a light blue, spaghetti strap dress that reached just below my knees. My almost brown hair was partially up with a silver and sky blue ribbon. My face was covered in the palest foundation and my eyes were outlined by black eye liner and my eyelids were powdered lightly with light blue, white, and silver eyeshadow. My lips had a light gloss and my neck had a silver heart on it. My nails were trimmed perfectly just as my eyebrows. (Rose is so dead! That was so frikin' painful!)
"See how pretty you are?" Rose asked, grabbing my shoulders and smiling at her success in torturing me.
"I know where you sleep," I said in a threatening voice.
"Come, come!" Rose said, ignoring my threat. She pulled my arm and because of my heels, I had no choice but to go and follow her.
"Ahh! Hey, you wait!" I said, attempting to pull free from her tenacious grasp, but failed nearly tripping.
"Good-bye, Mr.s Grace!" Rose called to my mother.
"Bye, Mom!" I said, "Rosalie, loosen your grip!"
"Not a chance!" Rosalie disallowed.
"You're making me fall," I whined.
"Then fix it," Rosalie replied, approaching the stairs.
Once she took the first step, I said, "I can't go down these stairs! Not with these heels and not with you dragging me like a prisoner!"
"You are a prisoner! Come on! You're going to be late! Remember? You have a date tonight with Josh Bryant," Rosalie reminded me.
"Dragging me like this isn't necessary! You'll make me fall," I told her.
"Fine," Rose said, releasing her grasp.
I rubbed my wrist as she descended down the staircase quickly and gracefully. And she's wearing heels! How can she do that?!
I stepped down on the first step but lost my balance. I tumbled down the stairwell and reached the bottom. I fell on my back on the hard wood floor. Rosalie crouched down next to me with a half concerned half 'I told you so' look on her face.
"You don't need me to make you fall. You can ace that on your own," Rosalie said.
"Shut up," I cried, sitting up, "It's your stupid heels that are the problem."
"Excuses, excuses," Rosalie muttered.
"Can't I just wear flats or something?" I asked.
"You'll be fine. Just get used to it," Rosalie declined, "By the way, Alayna is coming here because my mother is picking us up here. Isn't Josh Bryant coming to pick you up here?"
"Yeah," I answered.
"Then let's wait outside," Rosalie said, "Alayna will be here any minute and Josh will probably be here soon."
"Okay," I said, pulling myself to my feet.
Rosalie opened my front door and walked out with me closely behind. I shut my door and we both sat on my front porch steps in wait.
"Are you excited?" Rosalie asked.
"I guess so," I said.
"You guess?"
"Well, it just seems too good to be true. Josh Bryant is the quarterback of the football team. Out of all the girls at school he chose me-"
"And that's a problem?"
I couldn't answer. When it came to debates, Rosalie always wins. She can prove anything her way. Seriously. She can debate that the sky is purple and get away with it.
"I guess not..." I said, looking out at the road.
"You'll have fun," Rosalie said, as a red honda SUV pulled into the driveway.
A short, skinny Korean girl my age (age 15) stepped out of the car and waved her mother off as the car backed out of the driveway. Her dark brown eyes eyed me and she smiled a smile of humor and success as she walked over to Rosalie and I.
"Alayna, thought you were going to be late. My mom is probably on this road," Rosalie said.
"But I'm here now," Alayna said.
Alayna, my other best friend, is somewhat like Rosalie. They both think the same. It's kind of freaky.
My front door opened with my mother in the doorway.
"Hello, Alayna," my mother said, "I thought I heard a car pull up."
"Hi, Mrs. Grace," Alayna waved.
"Am I driving Rosalie and you to the dance?" my mother asked Alayna.
"No," Rosalie answered, 'My mother offered to pick us up here. She should be here any moment."
"Good, good. That's great. I have a lot of work. These Japanese terrorist attacks are getting worse and worse," my mother mused out loud.
Though I paid no attention to my mom's words, Alayna and Rosalie stiffened.
"The FBI thinks that since I don't have a lot of work I should look into the Japanese cases," my mother said in a stressed voice.
"Wow. That must be interesting," Alayna said.
"Yeah, but someone mentioned this woman that looks like this" she held out a drawing of a petite woman with straight brunette hair and thick lips, 'is probably involved. I don't understand how these people figure out this, but they did and now I have to look into it."
I recognized the woman as Rosalie's mom. That's strange. And she's stiffening as if it were her mom...
Rosalie gazed at the picture then she smiled, "Well, I hope you catch this woman. It's a shame that people are like this. They hold hate towards others for no reason."
"Uh huh," my mother said, "Well, here's your mom. Good-bye, girls."
Rosalie glanced back at her mother's silver acura with a small smile.
"Oh, bye. Good luck, Hollie!" Rosalie said to me. (Yes, my name is Hollie) She ran to the car and sat in the front passenger seat.
Alayna said to me, "Bye! See you there!" She ran to the car and opened the door to the back and got in.
I noticed Rosalie's mom wave to me and through the corner of my eye, I saw my mother smile at Rosalie's mom. Then her mouch turned into a frown just as her forehead creased as she looked down at the drawing. Had she noticed the resemblence?
My mother looked down at me and said, "Have fun. I have some work to do. Call me if anything happens or if you need me, ok?"
"Okay, bye," I said with a small wave.
She nodded as she shut the door and left me alone to wait. I check my cell phone. He should have been here by now. For five long minutes, I waited. My forehead creased as I stood up and walked out to the end of my driveway. What was holding him up? I looked up and down the street as sprinkles of rain began to fall. Not a car was in the distance. Had he ditched me? I knew that this was too good to be true. Of course he ha-
Then a black, long limo came strolling down the street. Poking out of the roof was Josh Bryant himself. My hopes went up as far as they could go. I smiled happily as the limo approached. I was so happy, that I didn't notice the limo not slow down. Within a second the limo past and within that same second, a girl as I know as a complete prep named Paris Grant hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. I noticed that in his left hand was a video camera on record. And right after that, the limo was gone without a trace.
It was too good to be true. Josh Bryant was only playing a cruel joke on me. He didn't like me. I was his next laugh, his next jest. As much as I knew it was true deep inside me, it still hurt. I stared down at the ground in defeat, my arms limp at my sides. The air was becoming cold from the rain, but that didn't matter to me. I ran straight to the only place that gave me peace and sence. Every few houses I passed, I tripped on my own feet. My knees were scratched and so was the bottom of this new dress that had no purpose anymore. I call it the Broken Bridge.
I ran down my road and past a few other streets throwing Rosalie's shoes into my neighbors yard without thinking of them as hers. Barefoot, I ran down the hill that led to the bridge. The old, ruff road below me made my feet ache and bruise each step I took. Right now, the pain did not matter. I continued to run until I got to the bottom of the hill. The rain was beginning to downpour around me. My hair was down and the ribbon that held up some of it had fallen out when I ran. The road ended in a coutasac with water on the other side instead of trees. Accross the narrow river was a courhouse and a smalll, classic hotel. A larger bridge was built to the left with cars making a lot of noise as they passed. To me, the cars were not there. It was only me and my sadness and sorrow. My despair had taken over me. I was full of dread and defeat. Once again, I had no one. Going through my thoughts were so many words that fit me now...
i waiting for something that u will never know...
thinking about something that will never be...
wishing for a dream that will never come true...
shedding tears for no reason, nobody...
all of what you know is a lie...
what can change this existence?
will anyone ever know, find out?
nothing goes as planed...
and as nothing, something comes about...
Can someone or something ever free me from this grasp...
this grasp of darkness, this sheet of which surrounding me...
taking me away from the one thing I wait for...
search for...
wanting to see the truth...
wanting to be pure...
being in cased in darkness...
the darkness of this day will not age...
nothing can be the same...
after its changed...
it cant ever be the same.. ./i
Those words were the truest and described me too well. A blanket of rain soaked me from head to toe as tears streamed down my cheeks. I wanted so badly for someone to care. I wanted so badly for someone to be there for me. I stood in the rain for what felt like hours crying but remaining silent and keeping my thoughts inside myself. A sniper could shoot me in the head and I could care less. Misery was all my body could pulse. Revenge on the person that had dissed me was out of my thoughts. All I could manage to think of was the pain of being hurt again. I looked up at the crying sky. Like the sky, I was crying and sobbing my pain out. Screaming nor throwing something could help this pain. It was forever stuck in my heart just like the horrible past. Every guy, every single guy that I loved thought I was a joke. I was a laughing piece of rubbish to them. I was nothing but a crazy girl who was and will never be accepted by anyone.
My knees were about to give in. Slowly, I began to fall foreward. Crashing into the hard, rock surface of the broken road would not be horrible. At least not right now. My eyes shut, waiting for the pain to arrive through my whole body. Before my knees touched the ground, a warm hand grasped my shoulder, stopping me from my fall.
Two hands steadied me to my feet as I opened my eyes. I looked up to the boy that I have known for a long time. He lived accros the street from me and always waved to me when I walked by. I gazed up at him questioningly. William Heart as I'd known him, stared down back at me, "Are you crazy?"
I did not answer.
"Hello, earth to Mess Grace," he said, shaking me slightly then letting go. I lost my balance and was about to fall back when he caught my elbows and held me straight up.
"Hmm?" I asked dumbly.
"What are you doing out here? It's almost dark and it's pouring down rain and I know that you catch colds easily!" he said to me.
"Oh...well, uh..." I stuttered.
"And I saw what happened to you earlier," Will said in a kind voice, "And that wasn't right."
"What do you care?" I asked, pushing him away from me and walking slowly to the little, metal fence.
"Well, it was wrong," he answered.
"Do you have a video camera or something just to record my misery?" I accused more than asked.
"No, why would I?" he asked.
"Aren't you just like the others?!" I asked, turning abruptly to him with tears streaming down my angered face.
"No," he answered in a near whisper, "Those people are not like me."
"Then what are you?! Their sidekicks!?" I asked almost yelling.
"Don't accuse what you don't know, Miss Grace," Will replied calmly, "Understand that I am not one bit like them. I do not wish to be them, nor do I envy them. They are the ones who envy people such as us."
"Us? And who says you're like me?" I asked sternly.
"As in the people with hearts," he answered.
"I have no heart," I replied, crossing my arms.
"And, yet, you do. From what I know about you, you do have a heart. You just can't keep it in place," Will told me.
"Nonsense," I replied.
"I think not," Will said, "Why must you cry over them?"
"Eh?" I asked.
"Are they worth it? Are they worth your tears?" he asked.
I couldn't answer...but they weren't. Those people that I dislike with so much passion were not worth sobbing over.
"It's what they wanted," Will continued, "They want to see you cry and suffer because they have nothing better for themselves to do."
"So what!" I snapped, "It still hurts."
"They are worthless. They are the insecure ones," Will said.
"Shut up!" I shouted.
"And you are letting them get to you," he continued.
"Shut up!" I demanded, "And, no, I'm not!"
"Then why are you crying? Why are you always showing that you are being hurt?" he asked me.
"I am not showing anything!" I shouted, charging at him with my full speed and power.
Easily, he stopped me and held my fists hand in hand. He leaned in close to me and whispered, "You're better than them."
I looked up at him with calm, questioning eyes.
"Don't let them bother you. They are not worth the troubles,are they?" he asked me in a quiet, calm voice.
My eyes filled with tears as I hugged him. At first he was tense but he hugged me back and patted the top of my back. I sobbed into his shoulder rudely. I knew him, but to randomly hug him is so off the wall for me.
"Sometimes," Will said, "you just need a hug."
We both stood there for a long time silently. Never had I felt someone who cared for me this way. Maybe he is different than the others. William Heart...his last name works for him.
Finally, he let go of me. The day was over. It was dark and still pouring down rain. The cold made me shiver.
"Let's get you home," Will said.
"Uh...I guess so," I whispered.
We turned and walked up the hill and to my house saying nothing to one another. Once I was on my porch, I turned to him before I opened the door.
"Good-Night," he said.
"Good-Night," I whispered, "And thanks."
"Anytime," he said, "A friend doesn't watch his or her friend fall and trip and cry without doing anything."
"Yeah, uh...bye," i said, beginning to open my door.
I heard his footsteps turn away from me and walk into my yard. They stopped and he yelled through the rain, "I'd like to see you again!"
I turned around shocked and asked, "Huh?"
"The Broken Bridge tomorrow at six. Will you come?" he asked.
I nodded and answered, "Yes."
"Alright then," He said as I opened the door and walked into my house, shutting it behind me.
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Kisa's Point of View
"So romantic," I exclaimed.
"Yeah," Elizabeth said, setting her picture down.
"Did you guys see each other agian?" I asked.
"Yeah, we saw each other every day since then. We always watched the sunset. And when it got cold, he'd bring me some hot tea or cocoa. We'd always watch the sunset, even on rainy days. Sometimes, we'd dance in the rain and we suck at dancing, but because it was just me and him acting retarded, it was the best moment of our lives," Elizabeth answered.
"Did you ever kiss?"
"Eh?"
"Well, did you? Did you?" I was being pushy, but I was interested.
"Pushy, aren't we?" she asked, "Yes, we did. It was kinda wierd though...you see..."
Elizabeth's Point of View
I sat on the large brown blanket that Will had brought and sat crosslegged looking directly at him. We had been seeing each other for about 3 months now. He always cheered me up.
It was January 18th and very frigid. Once he sat down next to me, I hugged him as I looked at the sunset. I looked up at him as he gazed down at me. Our faces grew closer and closer but I stopped just as he and backed away blushing crimson. I'm sure his face was just as red as mine, but I looked down at the ground instead of him.
He grabbed my right hand and held it in his. I looked up at hm and blushed again. He was staring straight into my eyes, making it impossible for me to turn away.
"It's okay," he whispered.
"No," I said, "Why do you like me anyways?"
"Because of you are pretty. You are funny. You are smart. But most of all, I like you because you are you and you won't change for the world," he answered.
Tears swelled in my eyes.
He took my chin in his hands and looked at me. Suddently the world seemed to stop. There was no sound. There was no feeling. The only thing was him. He inched forward and kissed me softly on my lips. A sudden shock of electricity went through my pulse as his warm lips carressed mine. Too soon, he broke away.
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Kisa's Point of View
"So cute!" I praised.
"Thanks..." Elizabeth said.
"He seems like prince charming!" I said, "And from your other story, Rosalie seems very nice and carring."
"Yeah, right," Elizabeth said through her teeth and then murmered, "Killing a family is so caring!"
"Eh?" I asked. What did she mean? Rosalie killed her family? But she described Rosalie so differently.
"It's getting late," Elizabeth said, "Let's go downstairs before Yuna thinks we're dead."
"Uh..." I hesitated.
"I'm not telling anything more," she said to me, walking out of her room.
I had done it. I had found something out about Elizabeth and I am feeling that I'm getting to know her better! Soon, I'm sure, we'll understand each other. (I hope) And she got her sunset dream...maybe I'll get mine one day. Maybe. But I will figure out Elizabeth. Even though I do not like her so much, I can't stand to watch her be miserable. I will put the puzzle pieces together and figure her out.
