I love writing it is my passion! I want all of you to reach out and hear this story within, because there can be miracles, if you believe in me! I hope you enjoy reading my fan fic as much as I enjoy writing it! Please let me know what you think in your reviews.
Did my fan fic provoke an emotional reaction? Before I begin can I just say that Nikkitasaurus has been great an encouraging with all of my reviews and her story is great. I would also like to say to Rebecca Newson my loyal best friend- Her chapter ten of family trees (a Harry Potter fan fic) was very touching and she hit the nail on the head of how it feels every time I hear that song!
Chapter 6- A beacon of hope in a dark night
I woke up and a cold shill travelled down my spine causing me to shiver, the ground underneath me felt soft and cold. When I opened my eyes I discovered that there was a blanket of white un- trodden on snow. I swiftly took of my jacket and placed it around Rebecca's tiny form. Her tiny shoulders shook with cold but she was oblivious of this due to her sleeping soundly. I wanted to give her a stable upbringing, to make up for her past; I wanted to make her like other children. Just then a car speed past its radio blaring:
There
can be miracles when you believe,
Though hope is frail, it's hard
to kill
Who knows what miracles you can achieve
When you
believe, somehow you will
You will when you believe
Easy
to despair
When all you hear is fear and lies
Easy just to run
and hide
To
frightened to begin
But if we dare to dare
Don't wait for
answers from the skies
Each of us can look inside
And hear this
song within
This song made me cry, I understood all of the words and it was being sung so fervently that it instantly felt like all hope was restored! The male voice of Leon Jackson was beautifully silky. It tore at my heart filled me with hope and I felt like I had truly reached out and heard the song within! All of the words sounded like they had been written for me! Finally someone could relate to how I felt. I swiftly wiped my scalding tears on the back of my hand and decided I would be strong, for both Rebecca's sake and mine. I would dare to dare. I looked around the snowy street my bare feet were rigid with cold and turning blue very quickly. I had to keep on walking or surely I would freeze to death. Picking up Rebecca we made our way across the snow, each step seemed to penetrate through my skin and overwhelm me with cold.
… 4 hours later
The sky was just beginning to turn a beautiful red colour and I sat down to watch the sunset with Rebecca staring at the sky with adoration. The sun was like a ball of glimmering gold slowly appearing to descend down the hill. It was so picturesque and beautiful, even Rebecca was awestruck… A sharp foghorn made me jump followed by a screech of brakes and a crack in my right arm!
My arm felt so painful that I let out a strangled cry of anguish; Rebecca who was lying in the arch of my left arm began to cry softly. For some reason my right arm seemed to hang limply by my side; I no longer had control over it. The driver cursed audibly as I observed that we were sitting in the middle of a road. Looking more closely at him I noticed his wispy white hair, deep furrowed brow and his look of concern.
"Oh my God!" He exclaimed.
Immediately an image of my mother appeared in my head giving this peculiar old man a severe castigation and explaining hw wrong it was to use God's name in vain. He jumped out of his truck with was omitting huge billows of smoke from his exhaust.
"Were is your mother, out to be ashamed she should. Letting you out in this state with a baby."
As he spoke large particles of spit exited his mouth, but I knew he meant no harm. At his mention of Rebecca I checked if she had suffered any damage from the crash but fortunately she was fine. She was whimpering more loudly now and I raised her up to my shoulder where she immediately settled down, all the while I was watching this strange man carefully.
"Well…" he hesitated aren't you going home."
"NO!" The finality of my tone shocked myself, I knew I looked stronger on the outside than I did inside. Inside I was wilting like a dead flower. Who was this strange old man!
Did you like this chapter! By the way in answer to some of my reviewers Rebecca is now three months old. Although she had complicated thoughts! I thought that it would make her more entertaining! Also after this chapter I am not sure whether to make it get less depressing, let me know what you think!