Been To Hell

Chapter 3: Good News! X2.

Matty dropped me off at my creative writing class that afternoon, after my Aunts and Grandmother invaded the house then left. Matty is used to my family and how insanely intense they can be. Sometimes I wish I had a normal family, but then other times I'm grateful for the insanity that is my relatives.

I sat in the front of the classroom, eager to learn. My notebook was lying open in front of me and my pen danced between my fingers mindlessly. I usually don't wait for inspiration to come to me, I just write. But the assignment was to write a poem about someone you love. I wanted to write about Matty, but I couldn't find the words to use. I was lost in an ocean of beginnings, middles and ends. I was lost in words unlanguagable, so foreign they could be ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. I wanted to write about every inch of his body; the way his face settles into a grumpy expression when he reads contently in the glow of the sun, or the way he curls his mouth when he gets lost in the indulgence of our life together, or when he talks about his passions or I talk about my passions with a volcanic eruption building in our bellies. I want to write about the artistry painting his body proudly, or the artistry he and I create when we're lost in the thick ecstasy of emotionally being intimate. I want to write about how he always wakes up facing me with his arm draped over my body like I'm his childhood teddy bear, the way the sunlight explodes in his eyes making them look silver with ocean blue ice crystals scattered in them.

It was in that split second that I know what I had to write, the words piled in my mouth as if my brain was vomiting the love I have for him. My pen hit the lined paper and I was off like a racer leaving the starting line. My hand scrolled down the title messily. To Bleed.

Blessen is Middle English for 'to consencrate with blood'/ So to be blessed is to bleed/ And believe me, honey, we have bled together/ When I hear your name I am surrounded by wild fire, I am kept warm by the mighty sound of your name/ It sounds biblical, it sounds like the end of the world, but let me tell you something, you are my world/ You are my every moon, every sun, every planet, every star, every galaxy and everything in between/ You are my inspiration/ I usually don't wait for inspiration to come to me, I just writ, but the assignment was to write a poem about someone you love/ I wanted to write about you, but I couldn't find the words to use/ I was lost in an ocean of beginnings, middles and ends/ I was lost in words unlanguagable, so foreign they could be ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics/ I wanted to write about every inch of your body, the way your face settles into a grumpy expression when you read contently in the glow of the sun, or the way you curls your mouth when you ge lost in the indulgence of our life together, or when you talk about your passions or I talk about my passions with a volcanic eruption building in our bellies/ I want to write about the artistry painting your body proudly, or the artistry you and I create when we're lost in the thick ecstasy of emotionally being intimate/ I want to write about how you always wakes up facing me with your arm draped over my body like I'm your childhood teddy bear, the way the sunlight explodes in your eyes making them look silver with ocean blue ice crystals scattered in them/ I want to write about the words you speak in tongue that I can only assume the heavens up above understand, every word, every thought moulded into Picasso's most creative painting, or  Da Vinci's finest work of art/ I am required to write about love, but I can't, because what we have is more than love/ What we have is true love/ We have bled together in ways that no soul can comprehend/ We have been crucified and resurrected/ We have seen each other's hell and demons, and we still call each other soul mates/ We are blessed to have each other.

The words seemed to flow so easily when I thought about how much I love him. It's like there is a volcano inside of me, getting ready to erupt into a sea of flowing love that can destroy anything that gets in its way.

"Okay guys, that's enough for today. Pack up and you can go." Rob, the creative writing teacher said, clapping his hands together. I knew that Matty wouldn't be here for another ten minutes, he and the guys are posting a new song to their MySpace page tonight. He's over there rehearsing with them. But nonetheless, I packed up my things into the small backpack that sat at my feet.

"Bow, I'd like for you to stay behind so we can talk." Rob's voice was dull but I was intrigued by his words. But at the same time I was worried, Rob has tried making advances towards me before and I'm anxious to see if he does it again. Matty knows that Rob has tried to feel me up, he was pissed. I swear he was about to find Rob and murder him. But I was able to calm him down to a death stare. Matty tried to convince me to drop the class, but I don't want to run away from my problems. I'd rather show that I'm not afraid of a little man who would rather break up a relationship than to build his own. Matty thinks that every time I come here I get hit on by my teacher, it's not every time, just sometimes.

I pulled the strap for the backpack onto my shoulder, letting it dangle down my back. Ever since the first advance he made towards me I stopped wearing low cut tops and started covering up. I wore a royal blue sweat shirt with a pair of jeans, I had a tank top on underneath but I wasn't about to let him know that.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked softly, furrowing my eyebrows as I approached the desk at the front of the room. Rob looked up at me and showed me the short story we were supposed to write, I turned mine in early so he's probably already graded it.

"Your story, Oblivion, it was so good that I am begging you to let me enter this in the California Type Writer competition, I'll be your reference for the entry. First place wins a sponsorship, a publication contract, a new laptop and $1,000." I was blown away by the mere magnitude of this. I've thought about entering California Type Writer but I never thought I was good enough for it. And hearing from the outside that I'm good enough for this competition is amazing.

"So, what do you say, Bow? Let me help you chase your dream." I was shocked, the smile my face was eliminating hurt but bit felt so good. My heart and my head were screaming at my tongue to say yes. My gut was twirling around.

"Yes." I managed to sigh breathlessly. I couldn't believe that I said that. I am going to California Type Writer competition, I never thought I could do it but I did. Rob smiled at me and nodded.

"Fantastic, I'll call you when I have news on the qualifications." Rob said grinning. I nodded at him and turned on my heel, marching out of the classroom and down the empty hallway. I couldn't help but skip and hop, and run towards the parking lot where I saw Matty's car parked. The sun was melting into the horizon as the day swiftly blew into evening. I pushed open the School doors that led to the parking lot. I was completely unfazed by the intense heat the evening sun poured onto the earth. I was far too happy to care.

My smile widened and my heart leaped for joy. I skipped towards the small car that belonged to my mom. Matty doesn't have a vehicle, so his friends and my mom let him use theirs as long as he fills up the gas tank afterwards. I don't drive, so I need him.

I must've startled Matty when I opened the car door and climbed in since he jumped slightly and looked up from his phone. I noticed immediately that his eyes were red and swollen. My happiness was halted until I found out why Matty had been crying.

"Matty, what's wrong?" I asked, leaning towards him with my hand on his knee for comfort. He forced a smile and shook his head, his lips shook and tears strolled down his cheeks.

"Nothing's wrong, I just got good news." My mouth curled slightly and I looked at him interested. I patted his leg and giggled.

"Really? What's the good news?" I asked more interested in his happiness than I was in my own. Matty rubbed the tears from his eyes and chuckled happily.

"We got signed by MySpace records." His voice wobbled with joy and his mouth twisted into a large smile that spilled all of his hard work and happiness out. My heart lifted up. My hands immediately cupped his face and my smile widened. His bloodshot blue eyes found mine.

"Oh my God, Matty! That's amazing!" I announced cheerfully before plummeting my lips onto his. I felt his lips twist into a smile as his hands rested on either side of my face gingerly. I was completely melted into his good news that I didn't want to tell him my good news. I did, though. I wanted us to share this moment, but Matty deserves to have a moment to himself. I'll tell him later.