Into the light (Book #2) {Discontinued}

Chapter 2: Ocean Blue

I'm sorry for the mistakes i didn't proofread...

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After the talk with North I went to my room. What the hell! I've got only 1h00 to prepare myself. I packed my stuff in a hurry, zipping my bag before looking around to see if anything would be left behind. I gazed at the empty room and the well folded four beds. I will really miss them; just wish I could take them with me.

My hand slowly reached for my neck, were the 'hallowed key' was hanging on a silver chain next to the beautiful silver snowflake that Jack offered me. I took it between my fingers to remind me of the reasons I was doing this, the things that needed to be avenged. Slowly a small tear ran down my cheek as I remembered the fire burning every inch of the small house that contained so many memories...

My eyes slowly landed on my father's journal that Jack found in the remaining of my house. I never found the courage to open it; I was scared that by reading a single word of his idyllic writing I would feel my strength escape my body as I would break into tears, wetting the paper blackened by the flames.

I hesitated first but soon after my hand reached for that rectangular small pile of paper. I slowly turned the burned pages, making fly ashes which were trapped between the sheets,in the air.

I suddenly coughed because of the dust that escaped the little book, and with a mechanical movement of my free hand I swiftly cleared the air in front of my face.

I then diverted my eyes back at the open Journal again. Staring at the random visible page I commenced reading it:

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January 15th 1992

It's been a long day today, I've done nothing but studying. Mr. Weasel face really is a pain in the ass! Oh dear how I enjoyed it when Alex and Nail messed with him today. Alex started annoying Mr. Suzuki when he called him to solve a question on the board and when he tried catching him to bring him to the Principal's office Nail froze the floor on which he was suppose to walk on and he slipped, kissing the floor as he landed on it. I would give anything to see that again! But of course they got punished and had to clean the toilets for the fourth- no fifth time this year. Oh well last year was at least eight times but I could tell by their faces that it was worth it.

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I read the last sentence in a breath, gazing at it for a few more seconds and finally, burst out laughing.

I laughed until I couldn't breathe anymore and that tears of sadness were sliding down my cheeks.

I could actually be described as a crazy mad woman but no, I was the happiest person ever and the saddest at the same time.

In these very lines that were wrote many years ago I could actually see my father through them. I could feel his deep heartwarming voice, his blissful hands patting my head to tell me everything is alright, his kind and loving smile on his face every time he stared at me, I felt everything that I thought I would never be able to feel anymore.  But beside of all that I was sad and nostalgic, every feeling was like a goodbye kiss telling me to move on and forget. Every word, every sentence, the whole book was like a testament, a last letter to say goodbye but still a loving reminder.

I sighed, cleaned my cheeks, placed the journal in my pocket, grabbed my bag and walked towards the door but before turning the handle I tilted and gave a last glance at the room. I painfully turned my head away and opened the damn door for maybe the last time for all I know of.