EMERSON
10 Years Ago
'Calm before the storm.'
A phrase many before and many after ,e, have and will, live and die by. A saying used so frequently, that it's effect is often underestimated. Figuratively, it denotes 'a period of sanity before things go out of control.' But spiritually, the inferences are endless.
A storm. Such a simple set of letters to summarise both geological and emotional catastrophes.
To me, it symbolises a snowball effect. See, a storm cultivates because of many things. Cold and hot air currents mixing to build extreme air pressure. A pressure so strong, that it has no choice but to reign hell on the Earth. But it's not just the parts that build up to the storm that effect us and the world around us, but the impacts afterwards.
From a trickle of rain, that barely causes any problems, to destruction on disastrous proportions. Storms are inevitable, they are painfully and unpredictably inevitable.
And unfortunately for me, for 14 year old me, a tornedo of pain was about to be unleashed on our small studio apartment.
i don't know how, but she knew it was coming. She knew the storm was on it's way, and yet she stayed. She stayed where the rain and thunder could reach her. I didn't know yet. I didn't know that bad things could reach you anywhere. That they weren't limited to nightmares or only happened to bad people.
Mom ran frantically around the apartment, tucking certain things into certain nooks and crannies throughout. Hiding spaces that even I didn't know existed. After removing her phone from the crook of her neck, her voice now scratchy from yelling into the device, she snapped it half. The screws and glass crunched under her foot as she smashed it further.
The wooden floors heaved under her heavy steps, every pace she took across the room elevated creeks and strains from the ground and my smaller ones, now covered in my sneakers, tapped the same floor lightly. A heavy footed woman despite her short frame.
"Mom can you please just tell me what's going on? One phone call and now you're acting like a complete lunatic!" I shouted to her, the tiny apartment allowing her small self to be visible from where I sat on our bed. She ignored me, despite the worried tone in my voice. "Mom." No response. "Mom!" No response. "MOM!" I yelled, finally walking over to her.
My hands gripped her shoulders forcefully, the small woman basically the same height as me despite her being my mother. "Tell me what's going on and I can help you." I say slowly, hoping for some kind of explanation.
Her head shakes, a stressed expression covering her petite face. Not even I knew how it was possible for her to look so beautiful in spite of the crisis that seemed to be going on. Although, I guessed that it was her eyes. They had always stood out to me, for it was the part of her that I shared.
we both bore blues. Oceanic type diamonds that shone throughout the dull environment we found ourselves in. I guess the vibrant colour failed to compliment the dreary greys and greens of the dirty studio space. But, water damage and cobwebs are a price you pay when you can't afford a million dollar penthouse.
YOU ARE READING
i got you.
RomanceEmerson Pierce didn't want love, she wanted to be loved. And nobody understood how entirely different that was like Dante DeVanna. From found family and vulnerability to heartbreak and death, join Emerson and Dante on their journey to revenge and pe...
