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A/N: Wow. 5 reviews! And, thanks so much to SamuraiGirl7 for reading & reviewing each chapter thus far. I really appreciate it. I am also thankful for all the positive reviews about keeping God in my story, I figured it might turn people off to include religion, but not in this circumstance! Oh! & Major kudos to SamuraiGirl7 for figuring out how I'm writing this. It wasn't my intentions to write it that way, but I had written two chapters and realized I used no names so I just continued with the pattern, to make it more unique. Andd...onto the story. once again, thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 6: The Best Happiness
Dear Fear,
I'm beginning to understand why you haunt people into believing there is nothing to look forward to, and I'm curious to know how this will affect my life. Thanks for always keeping me up at night.
"Honey, come in the kitchen. We need to talk." I heard my mother yell. I forced myself not to groan and instead I pushed myself out of my chair and drug my feet into the kitchen rather glumly. My mother seemed rather irritated and her hands were on her hips. "It's about time." she snapped.
Her pregnancy was beginning to wear thin on me and I couldn't wait for her brat - that would more than likely look like its father - to pop out of her stomach.
"I need for you to call for the gardener." she said putting too much emphasis on the. "I really need his help." it was obvious that my mother really had no interest on what I wanted to do.
I did not protest and I walked out of the decaying home. My mother did not care for the home like my father did so many years ago. I glided through thick grass and found myself facing a rather stout hill. On top of it stood a tall bulky figure with short dark hair and green eyes. I glared at him before whistling with my fingers in my mouth to catch his attention.
"Hey there shorty." he hollered and laughed. I forced myself to ignore every word he said.
"Mother wants you." I said apathetically before turning in the other direction. He did not respond to me, instead, I heard him jump from the hill. I rolled my eyes and paced myself faster.
By the time I arrived to the house, I turned the other way and headed toward the bank of the river.
I found myself by the river often during the summer. I sat down in a soft patch of grass and softly plucked at the blades. Memories began to flood through my mind of grass-stained dresses and roaring laughter, and I dared to block them out. The serenity of the river gave me a chill, even though there was no wind. I buried my head between my knees and found myself in prayer by the bank that day.
"You awake?" I heard. My eyes fluttered open quickly and I sat my head up. I was not expecting any visitors. Yet, I found myself looking straight into compassionate blue eyes. I smiled in reply and patted the grass to invite him to sit next to me.
"Why are you out here?" I asked simply.
"I've seen you here a few times before. I was curious as to why you keep coming back to this exact spot." he said.
"Have you heard the phrase, "You don't know what you have until it's gone?'" I asked quietly. He nodded in reply and I held my breath for a second. "Well, I come here to think about how I lost something very grand here at this river." I glanced out in the distance and I enjoyed the comfortable silence between him and I.
"It was like I wasn't even there, it felt like a movie. I felt as though I was the director and I kept rolling the reel. I did nothing to stop the film, I tried to yell cut, but the actors didn't hear me."
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand." he whispered. I smiled, I didn't expect him to comprehend what I was saying. My details were vague, though I did not do it on purpose to confuse him. "I hope that you are coping well though."
"I've already coped. It took me seven years to get to the point I am at today, and I feel that when I reminisce on the past it is just a lost memory that I cannot replace." I sighed softly and pulled out a handful of grass from the earth.
"Here." he said as he plucked a yellow flower from the ground. "It's the least I can do for a girl who loves to ponder on the past."
I accepted the flower and smiled. He had no idea that yellow was my favorite color, no idea that this was my favorite color, and no idea what happened on that day. I pushed the flower behind my right ear and pushed myself off the ground.
"Where are you going?" he asked, joining me.
"Wherever I feel like going." I said and laughed lightly. A cool breeze hit my face and it felt good. "So, where do we stand, are we kind acquaintances, or are we friends now?"
"Well, ever since that Sunday morning service, I have considered you a friend. But, your standards might be different than mine."
"Well, I see you as a friend."
"That's nice to hear."
The sun glared down on the top of my head and I convinced myself that it would be burned. Nevertheless, I sighed and looked back to see that he was still following slowly behind me, glancing at the scenery. I simply assumed that he had never been on this side of the country. I stopped suddenly and sat down in the middle of the field. He glanced down at me quizzically and joined me.
"Do you ever think about the world?" I asked as I allowed my back to hit the grass. The blades tickled my skin and I giggled slightly. "Sometimes, I like to think that the countryside covers the entire earth, because sometimes there's no where else I would rather be."
"I like you perspective on the world." he said as his eyes met with mine. "Mine is completely opposite; it consists of nothing but an existence in shadows, waiting for the darkness to envelop me in it. I'm convinced the world is sitting opposite a black hole and that I will be sucked in when the light ceases."
"Why so negative?" I asked slightly confused. I tossled my hair before closing my eyes. "Don't think of the bad all the time, there is always good in each situation."
"What's good about being hit by my father?"
I couldn't think of anything to say. I honestly had nothing running through my mind except for a great deal of pity toward him. Sighing, I pulled myself up to a sitting position and buried my face into my hands.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." he said. His eyes met with mine and I felt Goosebumps on my neck. "I'm sure one day I'll look back on this and see some good in the situation. At least I have someone I can talk to now."
My eyebrows furrowed. "No one else is trustworthy in your eyes?" I inquired.
"Not really, that and I really don't have too many people to talk to. It is kind of isolated out here." he said and laughed.
"True, I did not consider that." I pushed myself off the ground and began to walk back toward the cottage.
"I really enjoyed this." he said when my home came into view. I smiled in reply as he turned away from me. "I would invite you to my home for dinner, but considering the circumstance I am under, I hope that the thought is sufficient."
"It is." I said. I did not turn around to face him. I felt that no more words needed to be said and I walked toward my home.
Without thought, I opened the front door and I was greeted by my mother on her hands and knees. She was looking toward the soft lilac vase placed on our coffee table. I sighed and tried to ignore her pity toward the ashes within the vase, and began to walk by her. She stopped me though by pulling my leg, causing me to fall.
"Do you see what you have done to me?" she wailed. "I waited nine months for this child to come out of my uterus, but he is not here anymore. It's because your father did this! He did it through you!"
I flinched away from her and shook my head in dismay. She could not comprehend that I had nothing to do with his death. He died because of reckless thinking and not looking out for himself. She glared up at me and forced me to look into her shallow eyes that fell for a buff man from her high school years.
"My...my baby." she gasped. I watched as a wave of pain hit her body and she fell back on to the rough carpet. "The water is broke." she said and clutched my hand tightly. I looked around in shock and my mind blanked out. I had no idea what I needed to do. I remembered something about breathing exercises and to get towels in case a woman went into labor outside of a hospital. "C-call the ambulance."
I staggered off the floor and my eyes rapidly looked around the room in search of the phone. I reached for it on the end table and dialed as fast as my fingers could move. Within seconds, someone answered and I told them my situation.
"Honey, until we get there you should have her breath in a steady pace, get some blankets, and if she starts to give birth to the child, then help her by telling her to push. Do you understand?" I gave the woman the affirmative.
"Mother, stay calm." I told her as I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch. "I'm going to go gather blankets around the house." I ran as fast as my legs could carry me throughout the small home and when I returned to the living room I had at least ten blankets.
"It's...getting worse." I heard her grunt. I could not think how to react. "Do something!"
"I can't! I don't know what to do!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. My mind was completely blank and nothing was going to change in that moment.
"I knew you were a mistake. Maybe my next child won't be such a disappointment. Get out of my face, you disgust me." she spat. She cried loudly as her body trembled. "Where are they?"
I was worthless, she said so herself, so I did what she expected me to do. I sat down on the loveseat and waited with her. I watched her writhing on the floor like a defenseless animal, but I could do nothing. Nothing was happening except for her occasional pains and her incessant noise.
When I heard the sirens from the ambulance, my mother cried for joy. Within seconds, men and women in scrubs came into our house with a bright blue stretcher. One of them turned to me with a solemn look on his face before asking.
"Would you like to accompany her to the hospital?"
I tried not to laugh; I knew it would be rude if I did. Instead, I shook my head. "I would rather not. She had practically disowned me." I said. I stared into her eyes full of hate just before she was carried into the ambulance.
Then I thought to myself, 'Where do I go from here?'