A Whisper

Chapter 18

On Alonso's and Q's visits, I normally heard a car pull into my driveway. It's Mason, I would always think. It was rarely that anybody would actually drive up, unless it was my mom coming back from the store or my dad coming home from work. My nightmare stayed the same, except it added one part. After the light said, "it's not burning unless you let it take over your head." It would float off and turn and whisper, "A light is useless unless you keep it close." Then it would proceed to float in the opposite direction until it turned completely dark and I would wake up. I wouldn't tell anybody about my unusual dream. I started reading the book my counselor gave me. I continued to listen to my preacher, but with little or no understanding. One sermon changed my life. The preacher finally spoke on something I could understand. "God allows people in your life. He brings them in, and therefore it is His decision when is the time to take them out. Picture this; you are holding an object in your hand. This object is somebody else's, and you have no right to keep it. You didn't earn this thing, yet you are allowed the privilege to hold onto it. Now, you are squeezing it and your hold is strong. The owner has a right to take it, but when they do, they are forced to pull their object forcefully from your grasp. It is the same with God. We hold onto people we love, materials, money, et cetera. We hold on so tight, that when God takes it away it hurts. Hold onto things loosely. Allow God to remove things with ease. Don't doubt why God take things away, but thank Him, for He knows best." God, I will hold things loosely. One morning, I woke up early and heard a knock at the door. No one was up; so I opened it. Mason was outside the door with flowers. Has it already been three months? "What are you doing here?!" I scream. "I'm back from Paris." He smiled. "Go away! You are a jerk who I do not need in my life!" I slammed the door. Guilt and regret filled my heart, and I run up to my room sobbing. He left me with absolutely no goodbye. He doesn't deserve to love me. Who am I kidding? He doesn't need some needy girl all over him. He deserves better. I lay in bed, exhausted from the countless tears I cried that morning. I fell into a deep sleep with no light whispering to me. It was then that I realized that it was my decision. I have the power to allow him back into my life. I choose to let him once again to love me. He deserves a second chance, just as God has loved me. I wake up and run to the woods, toward his house. I knock on his door and he opens. Silence fills the scene and I hug him. I will hold him loosely this time. I love you, Mason. "I love you, Princess." He tells me. "Then why did you leave?" I ask. "I wanted to support my mother more, and Ed and I had a great opportunity in Paris." Yep, totally explains why you left for three months when I was dying. I let the past stay in the past and forgave him. "I love you too." I finally said. He spun me around and kissed me. "Let's go out to dinner." Okay, why not? "Sure. Where to?" I asked. "It's a surprise." I get in his car and he drops me off at my house, insisting that I wear something fancy. I dress up and proceed to get back into my Prince's car. We drive for awhile, maybe an hour or so. He told me about Paris. How many beautiful girls surrounded him, yet how he continued to think of me. Lies, but I'll look past it. I asked, "Mason, do you believe in a higher being?" He looked confused, "I suppose I believe in God. I don't feel quite comfortable talking about it though." I respected that resentfully. We arrived at Buckingham palace. "Mason, you told me to dress fancy, but I had no idea I'd be meeting the King and Queen." I said in concern. "You will be great." He smiled. We walk into the front doors. When entering, the guards bowed, "Good evening, Prince Mason, the picnic is in the back yard." We proceed into the backyard. I met the King and Queen. We spoke of politics and frankly, I hated every minute of it. After we left, Mason dropped me off and I went to bed. My nightmare was back. That light tells me to not let it take over my head, and to keep the light close. This rubbish never made sense. The weeks passed by, and Mason and I spent every day together. We would go to the lake, star gaze, visit museums and libraries. I fell in love with him all over again. Until one day everything came crashing down.