Tears of the Moon
Maryn is your average teenage girl . .living her life the way she wants. . but then a series a weird dreams begin to haunt her of past life maybe. . and things and people around her begin to change. . slowly she puts everything together . . to realize her life is never gonna be the same again. . .
It was a quiet night; I could feel the melancholy creep up my spine, as I walked. Where was I walking to? I didn't know where to. . I was just walking aimlessly to nowhere. But suddenly I reached this beautiful meadow with over grown moonflowers around the hedge. I walked through it and suddenly reached the end of a cliff. Before I knew it I had slipped and was falling. I was supposed to be afraid but Ii only felt a kind of contentment, the sweet taste of freedom at the tip of my tongue. Only then did I realize I had sprouted these beautiful wings that were flapping with a quiet swish and breaking my fall to where ever I was falling. Then my feet landed on this soft pure white sand. . It was so soft that my feet sunk into it. . I looked up and saw this enormous brilliant turquoise ocean spread before me till the farthest my eyes could reach. It was breath takingly beautiful! I slowly walked towards it, fearing it would disappear the second I looked away. I reached the shore, the cleansing water lapping gently at my feet.
"I knew you'd come back to me", a deep oddly familiar voice said to me. With my heart beating crazily I twirled around and found my self to be looking into a pair hauntingly beautiful light grayish blue eyes. They made my heartbeat even more crazily, I thought it was going jump right out of my chest. It was too dark to see, but I could vaguely make out the form of him. He held out a freshly plucked cereus, its sweet scent tingled my senses. I was so entranced I couldn't even move a muscle. And before I could react he had placed the flower into my hair, trailing his fingers down the curve of my face. As his bare fingers caressed my face my heart got reminded of this old longing, which traveled from there till the tips of my toes and made me shiver with desire. Just then the shy moon came out from behind the misty clouds and showed me the one who stood so still before me except for the gentle movement of his hand. His face, the sight of him. Started to bring back old forgotten memories as if from another life and as I struggled to remember I reached out instinctively . . . . . . .
"TRRRRRRRRNGGGGGGGGG TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNGGGGGGGGGGG TRNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG", the sound of my stupid alarm made me sit up with a start. With my heart in my throat. . I looked around. The familiar scene of my room appearing in the eye of my mind, when I realized it was all just a dream. A dream - so real, I could still feel the receding electric trace on my cheek and could still smell the sweetness of the cereus, the swish of the ocean behind me, the salty gentle wind in my hair . . .- which was making me a late for school apparently. I yanked myself out of bed and got to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror only to notice the cereus tucked into my hair. .which was a dark curly tangled mess. I couldn't breathe for a moment, it was all so surreal.
I gently took it out my hair and put in this pretty rose- colored glass vase and stood their staring at it, lost in thought when somebody banged the door. " Maryn,if you plan to stay there a minute longer I'm gonna get john over to break down your door! ", Donna, my house maid yelled through the door. "Sorry! I'll be out in a second!" I threw on a denim mini and a violet hoodie, my green converse and ran the brush through my angry dark curls and managed to get it into a pony tail I managed a little kohl so that I didn't look like some majorly depressed female. I grabbed my I-pod and bag pack and rushed out just in time to catch the bus. I found an empty seat and dumped my stuff and closed my eyes. Memories of the dream began to replay in my head. . .
"Omigosh ! Maryn! Don't sleep on the first day of 10th grade, and what's with the outfit, I thought we picked out something a little more than just converse and denims for you !!!", Allina's singsongy voice pulled me out of my play back notion of my weird dream. She tried to sound angry but it seemed that she was in too good of a mood to be pissed at me. "Nehooo you have so much to catch up on! . .", and settled into her usual babble. She's been my best since 5th grade and is about the most cheerful person I've ever known. She was looking very pretty in her slacks and sleeveless mini dress.
Having an eye for shoes I smiled at her new black pumps. - the outfit we spent an hour deciding yesterday- her straight light brown hair fell right below her ear in her specially-cut-for-the-first-day-of-10thgrade laser snitched bob and her topaz eyes carried as much as excitement and merriment that mine lacked - she held up her right arm and jingled her favorite charm bracelet in my face, "for luck", she said. I cared about stuff like that too, I still like getting a little dressed up but things like getting hyped about the first day of school and all doesn't matter much to me now. Allina thinks I'm falling into depression or something and wants me to go see a therapist but I talked her out of it. I just don't think it'll make a difference whether I'm excited or not.
As I stepped into the school hallway, I felt the familiar rush of first-day-of-school adrenalin rush as something passed through the air. I felt like I was being watched. I shrugged it off as paranoia of getting back to school. Homeroom was a drag as usual and our homeroom teacher seemed like he didn't care much about what we did so I found myself a corner seat and settled down and tried to study and compare my schedule with Allina's- who sat in front of me. We had 4 classes together, which was an improvement from last years which to think ab.. - my thoughts were interrupted by the teacher trying to catch our attention.
When I realized it was about a new student I just put my head back down and shuffled through my ipod and my thoughts. " Maryn", I tried to focus on what the teacher was trying to say, " I want you to fill in Eben on the whereabouts of the school . .will you?". I replied with a hesitant nod as the guy called Eben walked to the seat beside mine. I actually looked at him for the first time and took it all in. He was hot, and not just hot but really handsome, just tall and nicely muscled - not hurley - just perfect with a beautiful face and dark chocolate hair to top it off- all the girls in the room were already throwing him flirty looks and smiles- I kept his eyes for the end- they seemed to be over-powering even before I had looked into them. The second I did I was stuck -I felt this rush of strange unfamiliar yet familiar emotion . . a line of something pass through us- they were a hauntingly beautiful light grayish blue. . . . .
"I knew you'd come back to me", a deep oddly familiar voice said to me. With my heart beating crazily I twirled around and found my self to be looking into a pair hauntingly beautiful light grayish blue eyes. They made my heartbeat even more crazily, I thought it was going jump right out of my chest. It was too dark to see, but I could vaguely make out the form of him. He held out a freshly plucked cereus, its sweet scent tingled my senses. I was so entranced I couldn't even move a muscle. And before I could react he had placed the flower into my hair, trailing his fingers down the curve of my face. As his bare fingers caressed my face my heart got reminded of this old longing, which traveled from there till the tips of my toes and made me shiver with desire. Just then the shy moon came out from behind the misty clouds and showed me the one who stood so still before me except for the gentle movement of his hand. His face, the sight of him. Started to bring back old forgotten memories as if from another life and as I struggled to remember I reached out instinctively . . . . . . .
"TRRRRRRRRNGGGGGGGGG TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNGGGGGGGGGGG TRNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG", the sound of my stupid alarm made me sit up with a start. With my heart in my throat. . I looked around. The familiar scene of my room appearing in the eye of my mind, when I realized it was all just a dream. A dream - so real, I could still feel the receding electric trace on my cheek and could still smell the sweetness of the cereus, the swish of the ocean behind me, the salty gentle wind in my hair . . .- which was making me a late for school apparently. I yanked myself out of bed and got to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror only to notice the cereus tucked into my hair. .which was a dark curly tangled mess. I couldn't breathe for a moment, it was all so surreal.
I gently took it out my hair and put in this pretty rose- colored glass vase and stood their staring at it, lost in thought when somebody banged the door. " Maryn,if you plan to stay there a minute longer I'm gonna get john over to break down your door! ", Donna, my house maid yelled through the door. "Sorry! I'll be out in a second!" I threw on a denim mini and a violet hoodie, my green converse and ran the brush through my angry dark curls and managed to get it into a pony tail I managed a little kohl so that I didn't look like some majorly depressed female. I grabbed my I-pod and bag pack and rushed out just in time to catch the bus. I found an empty seat and dumped my stuff and closed my eyes. Memories of the dream began to replay in my head. . .
"Omigosh ! Maryn! Don't sleep on the first day of 10th grade, and what's with the outfit, I thought we picked out something a little more than just converse and denims for you !!!", Allina's singsongy voice pulled me out of my play back notion of my weird dream. She tried to sound angry but it seemed that she was in too good of a mood to be pissed at me. "Nehooo you have so much to catch up on! . .", and settled into her usual babble. She's been my best since 5th grade and is about the most cheerful person I've ever known. She was looking very pretty in her slacks and sleeveless mini dress.
Having an eye for shoes I smiled at her new black pumps. - the outfit we spent an hour deciding yesterday- her straight light brown hair fell right below her ear in her specially-cut-for-the-first-day-of-10thgrade laser snitched bob and her topaz eyes carried as much as excitement and merriment that mine lacked - she held up her right arm and jingled her favorite charm bracelet in my face, "for luck", she said. I cared about stuff like that too, I still like getting a little dressed up but things like getting hyped about the first day of school and all doesn't matter much to me now. Allina thinks I'm falling into depression or something and wants me to go see a therapist but I talked her out of it. I just don't think it'll make a difference whether I'm excited or not.
As I stepped into the school hallway, I felt the familiar rush of first-day-of-school adrenalin rush as something passed through the air. I felt like I was being watched. I shrugged it off as paranoia of getting back to school. Homeroom was a drag as usual and our homeroom teacher seemed like he didn't care much about what we did so I found myself a corner seat and settled down and tried to study and compare my schedule with Allina's- who sat in front of me. We had 4 classes together, which was an improvement from last years which to think ab.. - my thoughts were interrupted by the teacher trying to catch our attention.
When I realized it was about a new student I just put my head back down and shuffled through my ipod and my thoughts. " Maryn", I tried to focus on what the teacher was trying to say, " I want you to fill in Eben on the whereabouts of the school . .will you?". I replied with a hesitant nod as the guy called Eben walked to the seat beside mine. I actually looked at him for the first time and took it all in. He was hot, and not just hot but really handsome, just tall and nicely muscled - not hurley - just perfect with a beautiful face and dark chocolate hair to top it off- all the girls in the room were already throwing him flirty looks and smiles- I kept his eyes for the end- they seemed to be over-powering even before I had looked into them. The second I did I was stuck -I felt this rush of strange unfamiliar yet familiar emotion . . a line of something pass through us- they were a hauntingly beautiful light grayish blue. . . . .
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