Chapter 2:
"Grandpa! Grandpa! This is her! This is the farmer!" Elliot held onto the top half of long black blob. Denny carried the other half as both men ran into the shack.
Placing her on the couch near the fire, Taro, Elliot, Denny, and two other salmon colored hair women rush over to the black blob's side. The older looking woman slowly began to peel back the black blanket. Revealing inside a girl. The blanket was wet and the other pick haired girl began to help the older woman.
After a few minutes the blanket was on the wooden kitchen table drying and a sleeping girl lay on the couch. Her hair was dry and brittle from the sea and creased around her body was a thin layer of salt.
"Mother do you think she'll wake up soon?" Elliot began to slowly walk over to the fireplace and warm his hands.
"Well, I doubt that she'll wake up anytime soon. She could though." The older pink haired woman began to brush the loose strands of hair out of the girl's face. Looking up at Elliot, she walked over to the table and pulled out two chairs. "Sit. You two Denny."
She walked over to the stove and retrieved a metal kettle. Placing it on the table, the woman brought back two empty mugs. Placing one in front of male she poured in the black coffee that lay in the metal kettle.
"What I don't get is how that girl could make it all the way here to Sunny Island when she way all the way out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean." Elliot placed his hand on the piping hot cup and lifted it to his mouth as he spoke.
"Well, Ell I couldn't really say. What surprised me is that she was only a mile or two off our coast." Denny began to drink his coffee as well.
Elliot sighed and turned back to the younger pink haired girl.
"Natalie could you do me this one favor and watch her for me. She's the island's new farmer. We need her."
"Find." Natalie crossed her arms and left the room in a huff.
It was the dead of night and everywhere on the island was silent. No lights were on nor people stirring, except Chelsea.
"Mmmm." Blinking, the darkness surrounded her sight and the world was quiet. Rubbing her eyes tiny salt crusts fell slowly to the floor. I must be dead. It's not like I would have survived that storm. Even Recha's husband couldn't make it through one of those.
Sitting up straight, a few cracks were released. Running her fingers through her hair, Chelsea stood up. Spreading her arms out to balance herself she slowly took one step. Smiling to herself, she began to feel her way around the room till she found the front door.
Opening the door, there was some light from the moon so she could some what see. Where am I? This must be my heaven. Shacks? I bet this is like a little realm where only people of the same personality live. Turning her head to the moon, Chelsea gazed up at for a few seconds. They must all be sleeping. I'll visit them tomorrow.
Stepping past a few houses, one of them looked like a Japanese style home while some looked like barns. Some looked like a birthday cake there was so much color bursting from it. Glancing at each one, Chelsea began to take notes. There seems to be a dinner, and passing through a small brake in the mountain she was suddenly in the middle of what must be the eats end of the town.
On this end there sits an elegant mansion with a white picket fence around it and a hotel. Few other homes lay thought nothing significant about them. Walking through the brake in the mountain and over to the other side of the town again, Chelsea began to head to the beach.
A lonely shack lay at the east end of the beach with a small lantern light next to the door. Crossing to the other end of the beach, Chelsea began to walk on the long dock. Sitting down at the very end of the pier, she let her bare feet splash in the water. Turning her head up towards the sky, Chelsea bathed in the moonbeams. This is so peaceful. No one bothering me with chores or housework. No ill children to care for. No food to buy. No possessions to worry over. No nothing. Just me and my soul.
Sighing, Chelsea closed her eyes and basked in the light. As she held her eyes closed a small ferry slowly approached the docks. Docking along side her, heavy footsteps stepped along the wooden boards. They were slowly closing in on her, till they stopped.
Opening one eye, then the other a tall man stood over her as she began to splash her feet in the water again. Who is this creep? He's dressed like a frickin' cowboy. I bet he died then and was just traveling here to vacation or something.
The cowboy slowly lowered himself onto the wood and sat next to Chelsea. Turning her head, she stared at him. His hair is silver…. alrightly then. His eyes are purple too. Weird. But hot damn is he hot! Though he seems oddly familiar. Maybe I met him before he died? Might as well talk to him since I'll be here for all eternity.
"Hi stranger! My name's Chelsea! How'd you die?" Jutting out her hand shack, Chelsea waited awkwardly.
The cowboy slowly turned his head to face Chelsea and just stared blankly at her. Dropping her hand, she shoved it into her pocket. Aw fuck. Was I to direct? Maybe he died an awful death. They can be brutal.
"Um… Look I'm sorry if it was to harsh to say, but…um… well…ah…"
"Look girl. I didn't die and I have no idea what in Goddess' name your talking about." Chelsea just stared at him with her mouth open. I'm ….not…. dead? I made it through the storm? I'm alive?
Jumping up Chelsea screamed into the night air. Then quickly breaking into laughter, as the cowboy slowly stood up. Doubling over in pain tears began to stream down her face and sobs began to come. Pulling her knees into her chest, she let the water works flow. The cowboy slowly began to gaze down at Chelsea. A tiny sympathetic smile crossed his face, when he placed his hand on her head and slowly began to brush back her brittle hair.
After a minute or two, Chelsea's sobs slowly calmed down and the only thing left was a few sniffles here and there. Lifting her head up to face the cowboy, she looked into his deep purple eyes. A feight smile crossed her face as she began to stand up.
Looking up at him, he was a good head and a half taller than her. She just barely made it to his shoulder. Looking back out at the sea, she let out a long sigh and closed her eyes again.
"So what made you think your dead?"
Opening one eye, Chelsea turned to the cowboy and stared at him with both. "I guess well… it's kind of a long story."
"I have time."
"Ok. Well, I um… hey look the sun's almost up! Wow it's so pretty with the soft oranges and yellows and bright reds. I love it. This is my favorite time of the day."
"Look… um girl, I have to go to see the new farmer today. I got word that they'd be here so I'll see you later?"
"Well, when are you going over? I'll go with you too."
"About 10, 10:30. Are you sure you're not busy?"
"Yeah. I'm sure."
The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon as Chelsea walked into the Dinner. The place was empty and only one man stood at the end of the counter. Slowly crossing the room to the counter the man slowly began to look up from the paper he was reading.
"Can I help you miss?" His face was old and aged; he looked young but went through a complete mess. Almost like he ran through a hurricane.
"I'd like a glass of water please." Turning around the man walked into the back kitchen and in a few seconds he came back with a blue solo cup filled half way with what seemed to be dirty tap water. Shrugging, Chelsea took the water and downed it. Surprisingly she was really thirsty. "Excuse me, could I use the bathroom?"
"Sure. It's in the back." Lifting up his paper again the man pointed to the right with his thumb.
"Thanks." Placing the empty solo cup on the counter, Chelsea began to walk over to the bathroom. When she got to the door, it was like the under world's portal was right on the other side of the door. Red steam was emitting from the crack of the door. Ever the sides of the door were slightly burned off on the edges. Slowly reaching for the handle Chelsea slowly opened the door.
Letting the red steam it seems the red smoke was actually just the smoke machine sent up in there to scare customers. Really? It must be close to Halloween then. I left in the middle of summer. Wow how long was I out at sea?
Walking over to the sink, Chelsea began to splash water on her face. Groping around the sink for some paper towels, she grabbed them and dried off her face. Looking into the mirror Chelsea took a good look at herself for the first time in about a month.
Her hair was brittle and hard to the touch, but the tips that had gotten water on it from the sink were soft and had a slight shimmer of blonde to them. Even her eyes had soft glisten to them, from the old boring blue that just made people go blind and look like she always mad. Her face had a slight shin to it also. Wow. I look like a total different person. My eyes, hair, face, everything is totally new. Like I was reborn.
Looking down at her clothes, Chelsea face became a bright red color. Her clothes were in tatters. Her old favorite Coca cola t-shirt had a huge rip stretching across the middle of it showing her belly button. One of her sleeves had come off and the other was unraveling at the seams. Her jeans were another story; the knee on the right leg was shredded and there were huge green and yellow splotches everywhere on the pants. Staring down at her feet, Chelsea wiggled her bare feet. I wonder what happened to my shoes?
Glancing back up at her hair, Chelsea got a real good look at it. Her once bangs that went along the top of her forehead were gone except for one long batch. On the sides of her face, shorter than the rest of hair but longer than her bangs, longer bangs hung down to her chin and framed her face. The back of her hair was a bird's nest. There was twigs, glass, seaweed, and even an old can.
After picking these pieces of trash out of her hair, Chelsea slowly unknotted her hair using her fingers.
About to walk out of the bathroom, Chelsea was stopped short. Voices were outside the door.
"Hey Nick have you seen a girl around here lately?"
"Yes. Lots."
"Nick. Not the island girls. Any you didn't recognize."
"Huh… let me think…. Um yeah I saw a girl why?"
"What did she look like?"
"Well, she had really beyond help messy hair. Umm… she had blue eyes, and ah.. and was rather pale." They must be talking about me… wait! I don't look too pale…
Pressing her ear to the door, Chelsea quietly eavesdropped.
"Do you know where she might be?"
"Nope. But she went to the bathroom a little whiles ago and she might have left already."
"I'll go check. Thanks Nick!"
"Any time Elliot. Any time." Elliot slowly crossed the room heading towards the bathroom. Panicking, Chelsea whipped her head side-to-side searching for an exit out of the bathroom other than the door. Glancing up over the toilet was a small window that was slightly ajar.
Locking the door, she hooped up onto the toilet and reached for the lip of the open window. Barely reaching the lip she clutched on with both hands and slowly lifted herself up. Pushing herself through the window, Chelsea was just about half way through the window when there was a sudden giggling of the doorknob. Instantly her body froze with fright. Who the hell is this guy? Why is he trying to find me…unless he's from the orphanage! Oh God why would they go through so much trouble just to find a stupid runaway. No I wasn't even a runaway I'm an adult now! Slowly inching her way out of the window, Chelsea fell from the opening.
"Eeeeekkkk!" Landing on her back, she stared up at the light blue and yellow sky. It was dawn and a new day would be starting. Sighing, Chelsea stood up and rubbed her head. Walking slower than her usual passe, she almost felt like she was sight seeing. Everything was new to her. The buildings, the agriculture, the flora, and fauna, everything was new. Just how she hoped it would be, a new start. A new adventure.
hey everyone! i hope everyone liked this chapter! I wrote shit ton so you all better be happy!well review and shit if you want see you next chapter!