The Power Of Night

The Field

The lights beamed on the green grass,  reflecting the red constrasting dirt.

"I'll hoist you over." Carter says,

Delaney pushes her foot off of his extended hand,  she grips her fi ngers around the tall chain link fence.

It felt pionty on her behind as she sat on the top, deciding wether to jump or to fall.
Its hard to believe she was scared what would happen when she hit the ground.

Jumping was what started it all.

She slid off the fence, bending her knees and and while letting out a girly squeal, landed on the soft turf.

She layed there untill she heard the thump of Carter soon after.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

"Why would they keep this placed locked up?" Carter sighs, starring at the glowing baseball field.

"It's only speacial enough for the ones willing to climb the fence, I  think." Delaney says. "The ones who want in."

Carter chuckels, whipping a summer sweat from his brow.

"We made it in, didn't we."

She jogs over and pushes him for his cheesiness.

He grabs hold of her wrist, swinging her about, as the two shadows dance.
Delaney jumps out the spin to examine the dugout.

"Why'd you bring me to school,Carter?" She says.

He could've taken her to any baseball field in town, but he brought her back here.
He hadnt taken her to the science lab or the cafeteria.
Only to the baseball field.

Carter shrugs.

"You should have atleast one good memory of this place, "

Delaney was never the school type, and Carter knew it. She was the kind to go when she had to, just barely get by untill the day nobody told her what to do anymore.
She would sit quietly at her desk throughout each of her classes. Take her lunch to the bathroom to just think.
About everything.
Of all the people she saw that day, the conversations she overheard, ones she was so engrossed in she was almost apart of them.
Delaney had her opinions on everyone, even if they were unaware of her existence.

For some people highschool was a lifestyle, Carter knew this well. He was exposed to the many of big heads and nozies throughout the years.
They were the ones that never left.
It started out in middle school, the first ones to start dating and be in cliques . They were already ahead of most. By the end they  were tight with everything and everyonr. Now ready to take on highschool, the lowlife wasteland.
Here they became popular. Jocks, sluts, all in the group. Always nvolved in something, whether it being a sport of musical, or someone's personal drama.
Then after graduation, they couldn't leave. As much as everyone wanted to get out of here , some people just couldn't.
They were  highschool. They were addicted to it, the hype , the drama, it was a part of them.
Some of these people can be found in every highschool, or the ones who make it a little further, middle school.
They're the ones who think they're the cool teacher, the many teachers always trying be hilarious and still trying to be the cheerleader's favorite teacher. As for the women, they still tried to dress like highschool students, wearing uggs, or buckel jeans. They always used the latest slang or tried to get in on the latest drama. Many times jumping into conversations univited. They were obsessed with being the key focas piont of all their peers, and when that disapeard, they came back where they could find them.
The bottom line was simple, they were stuck in this parallel universe, never to escape.
He was now sitting back on the turf.

"Oh, yeah?"delaney says "whats so good about it?" She teases.

Carter laughs. Delaney closes her eyes.

"Imagine the last game of the season, bottom of the ninth inning, 1-0 bases loaded. 2 outs. The next batter comes up. The pitcher throws a fast ball straight down the middle , he doesn't swing. Strike. Second a wide curve almost on the outside, doesnt swing again.
Now here's the part where the pitcher got a little to proud of himself, thinking the next picth would end the game.
End the hype of the team with loades bases. The pitchrr throws a fast ball, but it drops at the plate. Ofcourse the batter doesn't swing. Ball. The pitcher brushes it off . He tries a curve, too wide.  The batter didn't swing. Ball two.  Right away the pitcher throws the next pitch.  Ball 3.
He breaks out in sweat not knowing what to do.
The batter wasn't hitting, but the pitcher was the one who felt he aas getting strucken out.
He glanced at the anticipated fans at the edges of their seats,hoping for a hit. When the pitcher decided he wouldn't walk the guy.
He wouldn't do that to his team or the other.
He threw a nice pitch right down the middle."

Delaney open her eyes.

"He hit it." She exclaimed.
She glanced around the field seeing the players on all three bases, the ready outfielders, rhe shakey pitcher.

It was all there in front of her.

"It was amazing." He say staring dazed off to the foul post.

"You were the hitter." Delaney smirked.

Carter shook his head,

"Nope, I was the pitcher."

He seemed proud, but Delaney didn't understand.

"But , you lost, you gave up the pitch, on purpose? Did you give up? Why?"

She shoots at him.

"I didn't give up, it was just their turn to win."

Delaney huffs, still not on his side.

"You shoulda seen it." He says gesturing to the outfield.  " it flew so high we thought it would  never come down. One by one the guys slid to home, people screaming wildly as the white spec disapears into the night behind the fence. "

"I see it." Delaney says.

"I'll never forget that." He says, now laying on his back.

"None of them will, that's why you did it," she says calmly .

Carter rolls over to his side. Smiling the biggest grin.

"If you understand that you can understand anything."

"That was the last game I ever played."

He said on a lower note.

" you'll get them next season"