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| Waiting- Chapter 2 | |
| By Laura | ||
| 16 September 2006 | ||
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The second part. Tear it apart guys ;) <3 Chapter 2- Day 14 I watch as the clock strikes sixteen past two, the early morning birds were chirping outside my window. I move my head along the pillow, hoping there was a dry spot somewhere. I shudder as a cold sweat covers me once again. I moan as my muscles ache from clutching my knees tightly all night. There was war still in Israel, and I was terrified. I look around at the piles of newspapers that covered my room, in search for anything that may ease my thoughts. I wish they’d just lie to me. I stared in horror at one of the more recent papers; there was a picture of a city, I’m sure once it would have been beautiful, now it was covered in buildings that were condemned in fire and rubble, you could feel the pain inflicted in it, the fear. I clutch my stomach and bolt to the bathroom, I leaned quickly over the sink and watch as my stress burst into it, followed by my tears. I wipe my mouth and look at myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes have turned a sick colour of light blue, my skin was about as pale as the whites of my eyes, which were now lined with red. It had only been fourteen days and already the weight was pouring off me, insomnia was taking its toll, fourteen days he has been gone and I can’t bear to go outside and feel the suns rays, I am waiting and praying. I looked at my palms that were now stinging to see that my hands were covered in blood, my nails had finally pierced my skin, I couldn’t take my eyes off them, I was in awe. What used to be whispers were now gut wrenching screams; “He’s gone…You’ve lost him…” “Failure!” “No!” I screamed, “He’s not!” I was arguing with myself at 2:00 in the morning, I closed my eyes and tried some calming techniques he taught me before he left. I lowered myself to the floor and tried to think of the happy moments. * I’m walking out of the Glenhuntly train station, making sure my hair is in place and my make up isn’t smudged. I take a few deep breathes and make my way into this new world. I’m nervous as hell. I scan the area and I see Daniel rushing to meet me in time, a part of me wanted to run away, but the another part was too curious and intrigued by him. I walked up to greet him: “Hello,” I said. An older woman that was in front of him replied, and rushed away quickly as she realized I wasn’t talking to her. We both laughed. As we made our way to his house, I looked around at the gorgeous streets that were lined with beautiful maples, each tree full so of life, I was amazed by their splendor. The silence was broken up by small talk; “...we just turn left here,” he directed. “You’ll have to excuse me, I haven’t worked out my left and rights,” I joked. He laughed; “Me neither, just something I have never picked up.” I smiled at all the things we had in common. Even though we came from entirely different worlds, we still shared some significant similarities. We arrived at his house, as I walked up the driveway I could feel the warmth of the house, it felt like a home. We walked into the house, and I was introduced to his father, I felt this sense of acceptance already, I felt comfortable here. We decided against going ice skating, which is what we had planned, and decided to watch a movie upstairs. I fully supported this idea. He chose a movie I had never heard of, to be honest I wasn’t really concentrating on it, although I did try. It was cold, so we were both snug under a blanket, still keeping our hands to ourselves. Every now and then I would glance at him, studying him. My mind was flushed with questions; it was the first time in a long time that I had been so full of hope. Half way through the movie, I put my hands under my thighs to warm them, it was a cold day and an icy breeze had just swept across us. He grabbed my hand; “Your hands are freezing,” he said, and began to warm them. My heart was a flutter, I tried to hide the smile emerging across my face. I took the opportunity and began stroking his hands. We were both gentle and sincere. I felt like I had new him for all of my life, and even so, I wanted to know everything about him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I secured myself across his body, our hands exploring each other, delicately and respectfully. Our eyes were still fixed on the movie. My breathing began to get heavier as he stroked my thigh and made his way up to my hips, massaging my curves. I slipped my hand up his shirt, lightly brushing my fingers across his waste line, making him shutter ever so slightly. I wanted to give him everything I was, to please him every way possible. I wanted him to hold me and never let me go. My hands roamed across his chest, I was totally oblivious to everything around me, it was only him and I. He turned to me after the movie had finished, “What would you like to do now?” There was a moment of hesitance, as I looked down to his lips. I slid my hand across his cheek, and stroked it lightly with my thumb, I kissed him. Slowly, passionately. I pulled away for a moment and was comforted by his smile. Before I knew it, I was mounted on his lap, we were kissing so devotedly, intensely. His tongue caressed mine, although the sensation went much deeper. Our hands were rapidly exploring every inch, our breathing became heavier, our hearts raced and our bodies edged with anticipation, a light sweat began by our friction. My lips moved down the side of his neck, my kisses exploring his jaw line. I moaned as his lips tenderly made their way down my neck and onto my chest, stopping before my breasts. His arms were holding me tight, his body warm and comforting. I never wanted to let go. This was the beginning of my unwritten fantasy. * I smile as I replay that moment in my mind, over and over again. The moment when my new life began, where I started skipping around the school, bragging that my boyfriend did nun chucks. Where I saved every email, and every message we shared so I could read them when I felt alone, when I woke up happy to face another day. He gave me meaning, he made me see the world through new set of eyes, for that I was grateful, and for that I was petrified. I couldn’t lose him. My eye lids grew heavy, my bones even more so. I was so tired, I needed to sleep. I curled up on the bathroom mat, and rest my head. I whisper a prayer before closing my eyes; “Just come back to me…” a tear rolled down my cheek, and I drifted to oblivion.
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