The dark night pressed in around the girl as she ran. Her bare feet making only a little sound as she ran on the cobble stone street. Her lungs were burning. Something was behind her. A voice whispered on the wind.
"Run Resa, Run!" The voice made her jump and she stumbled. Resa's hands flung out before her to break her fall but the street disapeared. Instead she plunged head first into a pool of luke warm water.
She struck out with her feet and hands, propelling herself through the water with ease. Resa floated lazily up to the top. When her head broke through the surface she breathed in the cool, crisp air.
"Ugh. I dont want to swim." She doggy pattled to the edge and lifted herself out. Just as she sat comfortably on the edge, she jumped. Someone was in the pool with her.
He was dark haired, reaching down to his jawline. His dark brown eyes were warm and filled with love. Resa melted on the spot.
His voice rang out. It had a slight accent to it. "Where are you going Resa? You just jumped in. I thought we were going to play." A mischevious grin spread across his face, revealing dazzling teeth.
"I..was...." She forgot her motive for leaving. "Okay."
She drew in a breath and looked down, measuring the depth of the water with her eyes. Before she slid in, he was there, pulling her towards him. He sat on the edge like her and just hugged her.
Resa sighed happily at his warmth. She felt truly loved. He was her love.
"Hold your breath." He whispered and slid off the edge of the pool with her still in his arms. She let out a squeek and held her breath, ready to plunge back into the water. She closed her eyes, waiting.
Instead of cutting through the water, she still was flying through the air. She opened her eyes in time to see his face smirk down at her. He let her slip through his grasp.
She screamed. "Taylor!"
He laughed as she hit the pillows of a soft bed. "Your perfectly okay." He crawled on the bed and leaned over her head, pressing his soft lips to hers. She pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss.
She was gasping for air when he pulled away, trailing his lips down her jaw to the hollow of her throat. He found her weakness and her breathing stopped...
Resa flew forward in her bed, her breath comming in and leaving in fast short breaths. Her heart was racing and her voice echoed through the empty room. "Where the hell did that come from?"
She pulled herself out of bed and stumbled around her room, changing. She didnt care about the time as she stepped outside, thinking.
Resa had never even seen that man in her life. How did she know his name? Who was he? And why did she feel so strongly still? Was it just the dream lingering?
The sun was just breaking over the horizon which meant it was extremely early. The sun had been rising around four each morining this week as summer drew closer.
She wasnt paying attention when she ran into someone on the street. The man caught her before she hit the ground.
His soft, caring brown eyes bore into hers. "Are you okay?"
"Taylor?" The name slipped from her lips before she even knew what she was thinking. His smile flashed at her. It was him.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Dont Drive Faster Than Your Angels Fly
Trish pressed the pettal down a little further. This straight of the road continued on a couple hundred miles. At this point, she could rightfully say that she was in the middle of nowhere.
The spedomiter inched towards seventy and continued to climb. The world around her flew by. The little black car kept gaining speed. But the quiet purr of the engine could no longer soothe Trish's frayed nerves. The dark night ahead of her was closing in for a long time and there was no more sun to fuel the little energy she had left.
Trish punched her thumb on the dial on the dashboard to turn on the radio. The soft music filled the car so she turned it up to an almost deafening volume. The current song ended and a new one flooded the air.
She had one eye on my suitcase,
One eye on the door.
She said "Dont mind me if I cry
It's just what tears are for."
You're eighteen and so ready.
Just like I once was.
Believe me girl, lettin' go
Is the hardest thing 'bout love.
Trish listened to the song that was bringing back the ache in her heart. She was eighteen and had left her parents just that morning. Speeding away the moment she turned of age. When Trish stood at the door saying that she was never comming back, her mother had eyed the suitcase that Trish carried and then looked at the door that was thrown open wide. How ironic the lyrics seemed.
It wasnt long until Trish had escaped her family and her mother's noisy begging and tears. Trish was gone when she was in seventh grade. Her family already lost her. There was no way to get her back. And now she was leaving in person, for real. Nothing could be said. It is Trish's freedom that lies before her.
Trish had then followed the road wherever it might have taken her. She wound up here on this long stretch in the middle of nowhere and didnt have the heart to check the gps on her dashboard.
The song continued onto the chorus now.
Dont drive faster than your angel can fly.
Dont cry tears to deep to dry.
Dont follow a dream unless you open your eyes.
Or fall for the first soft shoulder you find.
Dont be wreckless with your love or time.
Dont drive faster than your angel can fly.
The spedomiter continued to climb past 90 now. Trish didnt slow down yet. Not until a flash of silver shot past her. Going in the same direction she was. Trish stared foreward but no one or nothing was there at all. She shrugged it off and listened again to the lyrics that were quickly becoming detrimental to her sanity.
She must have run this road before.
For her to be that smart.
Shemush have felt what I feel.
She knew the way by heart.
Her life will be my stepping stone.
Her words will be my guiding light.
Her love will sheild the loneliness
And darkness from my life.
Trish fisted the button to turn off the music. She was tired of the warnings. She was tired of hearing what she should have done differently. She was tired of hearing the possibilities.
The car sped past the silvery thing again although this time it was trying to keep up. It didnt have a full shape.
A deer ran out into the road and Trish slammed onto the break. But the car wasnt stopping quick enough. To be accurate, the car wasnt stopping but spinning out of control. Trish had forgotten that her car didnt have anti-lock breaks.
"SHIT!"
The silvery thing appeared in the passengers side. A whispering voice sounded from that area. "Im sorry. I cant save you this time. I tried to protect you from death, but you went too fast."
Never the less, the angel wrapped its arms and wings around the girl clutching the stearing wheel as the car flipped over and rolled into the soft earth of the shoulder.
Everything went black except for the whispering voice of the angel. "Give me one last chance to save her. I know she can slow down in life. Her clock wasnt supposed to stop now." The voice was begging. "One last change and then if she still doesnt slow down, she's yours. Im supposed to protect her."
Nothing ansered the whispering silvery shadow. However, Trish's world did go black.
The spedomiter inched towards seventy and continued to climb. The world around her flew by. The little black car kept gaining speed. But the quiet purr of the engine could no longer soothe Trish's frayed nerves. The dark night ahead of her was closing in for a long time and there was no more sun to fuel the little energy she had left.
Trish punched her thumb on the dial on the dashboard to turn on the radio. The soft music filled the car so she turned it up to an almost deafening volume. The current song ended and a new one flooded the air.
She had one eye on my suitcase,
One eye on the door.
She said "Dont mind me if I cry
It's just what tears are for."
You're eighteen and so ready.
Just like I once was.
Believe me girl, lettin' go
Is the hardest thing 'bout love.
Trish listened to the song that was bringing back the ache in her heart. She was eighteen and had left her parents just that morning. Speeding away the moment she turned of age. When Trish stood at the door saying that she was never comming back, her mother had eyed the suitcase that Trish carried and then looked at the door that was thrown open wide. How ironic the lyrics seemed.
It wasnt long until Trish had escaped her family and her mother's noisy begging and tears. Trish was gone when she was in seventh grade. Her family already lost her. There was no way to get her back. And now she was leaving in person, for real. Nothing could be said. It is Trish's freedom that lies before her.
Trish had then followed the road wherever it might have taken her. She wound up here on this long stretch in the middle of nowhere and didnt have the heart to check the gps on her dashboard.
The song continued onto the chorus now.
Dont drive faster than your angel can fly.
Dont cry tears to deep to dry.
Dont follow a dream unless you open your eyes.
Or fall for the first soft shoulder you find.
Dont be wreckless with your love or time.
Dont drive faster than your angel can fly.
The spedomiter continued to climb past 90 now. Trish didnt slow down yet. Not until a flash of silver shot past her. Going in the same direction she was. Trish stared foreward but no one or nothing was there at all. She shrugged it off and listened again to the lyrics that were quickly becoming detrimental to her sanity.
She must have run this road before.
For her to be that smart.
Shemush have felt what I feel.
She knew the way by heart.
Her life will be my stepping stone.
Her words will be my guiding light.
Her love will sheild the loneliness
And darkness from my life.
Trish fisted the button to turn off the music. She was tired of the warnings. She was tired of hearing what she should have done differently. She was tired of hearing the possibilities.
The car sped past the silvery thing again although this time it was trying to keep up. It didnt have a full shape.
A deer ran out into the road and Trish slammed onto the break. But the car wasnt stopping quick enough. To be accurate, the car wasnt stopping but spinning out of control. Trish had forgotten that her car didnt have anti-lock breaks.
"SHIT!"
The silvery thing appeared in the passengers side. A whispering voice sounded from that area. "Im sorry. I cant save you this time. I tried to protect you from death, but you went too fast."
Never the less, the angel wrapped its arms and wings around the girl clutching the stearing wheel as the car flipped over and rolled into the soft earth of the shoulder.
Everything went black except for the whispering voice of the angel. "Give me one last chance to save her. I know she can slow down in life. Her clock wasnt supposed to stop now." The voice was begging. "One last change and then if she still doesnt slow down, she's yours. Im supposed to protect her."
Nothing ansered the whispering silvery shadow. However, Trish's world did go black.
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