Renaissance - Part 5 (Chapter 2)
I was at a beach. It wasn't summer and the sand was covered in a layer of white snow. A breeze was blowing and even though I was not in the water, I could tell it was really really cold. I looked around and I was alone on the beach. I stared back out into the ocean. The moon shone brightly onto the water. Then i felt a hand on my back. I turned and a girl stood there with bright blue eyes and white hair.
"Hello Anora."
"Um....hello?" I said.
"My name is Lucy." She said with a smile.
"Okay. Nice to meet you." I looked back towards the ocean. A dolphin jumped into the air. It stayed there, frozen in time. Suddenly a shark jumped up and bit the dolphin. The dolphin didn't squeal or move but stayed completely still. Then the dolphin glowed a bright white and the shark exploded.
"Light is always found in the darkest of places." Lucy said standing beside me.
I looked over at Lucy. "I don't believe in that statement. I never have. I never will. Light is only found by the luckiest of people. Not everyone has the joy of basking in the light."
"If that is what you think." Lucy said disappointingly.
I awoke to my alarm clock beeping violently. I groaned and flipped the covers off my body and a cold draft hit my barely covered body. I always wore a spaghetti strapped shirt and shorts to bed. It was a pet-peeve of mine and it really sucked during the winter time.
I stood out of bed and groaned. It was the first day of school. I didn't wanna go, but I also didn't wanna stick around to meet mom's new boyfriend. I think I'll go to school. I trotted sleepily over to my closet and shifted through my wardrobe. My jean mini skirt and my thin purple shirt would be fine for today.I brushed my hair and put on my eye make-up. I didn't like to wear lipstick or blush. All I ever wear is eyeshadow and eye liner. Truth was, I was never that much of a
girly girl. I enjoy blood and gore. When other girls scream in terror or grossness, I laugh. Either I'm messed up in the head or I'm a tomboy. I also liked to play video games.
My clothes I had picked out sat on my queen bed. Not much was unpacked but one of the first things I unpacked was my stuffed animals. Collecting stuffed animals was my favorite hobbie. I felt like the stuffed animals each held a memory of their own. One special stuffed animal that would always be dear to me is my giant brown teddy named, Ezekiel.
I remember the first day I got Ezekiel. It was Christmas and I was five years old. All the presents had been unwrapped. Mom said that there was still something behind the tree. I looked behind the tree and found Ezekiel sitting there with a bright red tag that said, Keyarra. I screamed with joy and hugged the teddy bear. It was almost my size. I was just a bit bigger.
Ezekiel sat on my dresser for a few months. Then things began to happen. Mom's boyfriend that we were living with got to friendly with me. At night he began to come in my room with nothing but a shirt on. Being five I wanted nothing to do with his private part, but he persisted. When I said that I was gonna tell mommy, he said he would kill me. He had tried to kill me a few times before and threw me across the kitchen floor. I was five and scared, I didn't have anyone to talk to. I sat on my bed and looked over at Ezekiel. The way he was sitting there, he would have seen and heard everything if he was a real person. He knew everything, I didn't have to repeat it. With eyes full of tears I got up grabbed Ezekiel and sat back down. I hugged him with all my strength. I felt so much better.
For six years, I slept with Ezekiel every night. Every time mom's boyfriend came in, Ezekiel and I would talk about it the next mourning. Ezekiel knew everything that happened outside the house. He knew all my secrets and became my best friend. I trusted no one but Ezekiel. He's a teddy bear, he couldn't stab me in the back if he wanted to.
Sitting next to Ezekiel was a pikachu and a penguin stuffed toy. I still had lots of animals in six garbage bags in the corner of my room. Mom wishes I would get rid of all of them but they are my memories. They are special to me, every single one. Ones that contract bad memories or don't remind me of anything, I give to Salvation Army.
After I got dressed, I leaned over and kissed Ezekiel. Then I dug into my dresser and put on my deodorant and my bath and body works, midnight pomegranate perfume. I clipped a small metal chain to my belt loops. It was a perfect accessory for any bad-ass look. I was all ready for my first day of school. My black and white leopard backpack was sitting at the foot of my bed. I slung it over my shoulder and headed out my door. I walked down the hall and thumped down the red stairs.
A summer breeze hit my face as I opened the door. My bus stop was down the street at the gas station I had seen earlier.
My phone said it was 6:50. I had more than enough time to get there.
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