Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part fifty-six.

^^ I will never think of this song the same now.

This chapter is a little more 7,000 words so I hope you enjoy! Comment and vote my loves <33

Magnolia

The ice was the best way to clear my mind, blaring classical music in all. Accompanied with cold air wafting through my nose, onto my bare thighs. I was refreshing more than anything, prickling tingles spread among my skin, but the kind you liked. The equivalent to coming into a warmed inside after being out in the cold.

The fluorescent lights were dimmed like usual, and with the view of the private rink windows, it was easy to drown in the abundance of my thoughts. Alone in my own company on the glistening ice, no one to get in my way. I earnestly tried to keep my mind fixated on the snowfall given its end of March it'll be one of the last big snowstorms of the year. But with how quiet the setting appeared, my mind plagued with the dangers that took place. The fact I had been slipped something a few days ago was callously haunting me. The profound fear on Harry's face most of all, thinking he was there when I passed out. How frightened he must have been, that hurt.

Florian seemed to have sticky fingers. Not a surprise he resorted to drugging me, like last time. Years back, when he was pissed at me for so dumb reason. Probably had something to do with skating. We were like sixteen, at some party and I blacked out, didn't remember what happened the next morning. The kicker was I'd been drinking with Florian all night, I was being nice- courteous talking to him.

Suppose he thought it was a good way to get back at me, accordingly because it was the one-time Indie didn't come with me. I honestly swore to myself it wasn't him at first. And over years of seeing him slowly reveal his true colors, I instantly knew it was him, or that he had something to do with it. It wasn't out of sorts, he always did passive-aggressive things- but this was on another level of deceit. Even now—years later I don't like to think about what happened that night, the possibilities, or what actually took place. It's impossible to think of all the times he's screwed me over.

I had always thought it was something I'd done, that maybe I crossed a line— said the wrong thing to piss him off. As much as I vowed to myself I wanted nothing to do with him, that chance he could do better was engraved in my mind. I knew he acted the way he did because of how his parents treated him. But that. It was the last straw, I was done pretending that disease could be the same boy Indie and I had played with when we were kids. 

All I knew was I had to talk to Florian, and as much as I didn't want to, my ex. Along with Louis, a shed of hope said that he was as oblivious as me. Lord knows what I'll do if I find out another person in my life is lying to me.

I'd been practicing my program, both of them. The one I was going to perform in Vale, and the one for Regionals. This was my future and I was going to make damn sure I wouldn't fuck it up like last time. Even if it would cost me the rest of my sanity.

My body propelled me backward, gaining momentum to perform the jump. As with moments like these, it takes over, my feet stealing my mind right from my skull. The split second of being in the air was like flying, the closest I'd get to being utterly weightless. Each time a surge of adrenaline shot through my body like a bullet, flicking me into a trance. Tingles spread through my limbs, hued colors dotting my vision as my body came down from the high. The cold reinventing itself upon me as I skate back down. Lucid, the blocked out music trails back into my ears. I notice now it's changed from classical to old rock. 'Rhiannon' by Fleetwood Mac in place of Chopin.

My blades graze down further, the scratching nose encapsulated by the booming music. I think nothing of it, skating out into a twirl to finish the rest of the routine. Squeezing my legs together, pointing my toes, and relaxing my shoulders so I don't look like I'm under as much distress as I was. Finishing the sequence out with a triple lutz, I land it almost perfectly. Remaining my kept-together stature.