Lifesavior

The Cabin

"Pass the weed Eve!"

Evangeline swiveled in her chair and gave Max a dirty look. Her brow wrinkled and her eyes shrunk while her mouth became a flat line.
"No mom I won't. Okay. Yes. I get it, I understand. Bye I love you, yea you too," she pressed the red button on the screen, ending the call.

Max looked at her nonchalantly, "So what did Mrs.Milf say?" He asked as he winked and moved his brow up.

Evangeline, known as eve, gave him a look of pure disgust while an "ew" escaped her mouth.
"She said that I could take the cabin for the week. She too believes I need a break."

Evangeline had been working for the New York Times for almost five consecutive years as a writer. She loved being able to express herself through colorful adverbs and formal nouns, through intense metaphors and playful similes, and through vivid adjectives and differing sentence structure. Writing, as her mom put it, "cursed through her circulatory system as blood and the English language was her veins." Evangeline enjoyed every single second she'd spent typing and editing; writing was who she was, it was what defined her and the thought of stopping the romance angered her. Yet now she found herself, while staring down at her nails, wanting a break from all the madness from all the running around and all the chaos that made her come alive.

"So are you going to go ask for the week off or not?" Maxwell asked.
Eve looked up at him and gave Maxwell a faint smile, "Yes I'm going to take the break. "
Maxwell got out of his chair and began yelling "the impossible is happening: Eve is taking a break" at the top of his lungs. Much to Eve's surprise, the whole floor began cheering and laughing and shouting just as Maxwell was. She jumped out of her seat and began walking to the floor manager's office but before she arrived he intercepted her and gave her a nod of approval. Eve left without another word, grabbed her bag and took the elevator down to the main floor. She walked out of the building with adrenaline pumping through her veins and her head in the clouds. All she could think of was how awesome that exit was and how amazing the following week would be.

The key jiggled as Eve stepped into the dark apartment. She sprinted around each room grabbing clothes, shoes, make up and whatever else she could think of taking. She turned off all the lights, locked the door and stepped out into the chilly night where winter's cool breath enveloped her. Chestnut hair danced around her shoulders and face as the wind howled. She stood outside waiting, for the cab that had been phoned 15 minutes ago, when suddenly someone bumped into her. The bags she had once held in her hands tumbled down and now laid there on the snowy floor. The stranger, who had jet black hair and full lips, helped her pick them up. His emerald eyes locked with her brown ones while he handed her one of the many suitcases she was carrying. A "sorry" crawled out of his pale lips before he began walking away. The cab startled her for she had become lost in thought, she had drowned in the memory of the encounter. Eve climbed in and instructed the driver to take her to the airport. On the way there her mind replayed the accident over and over, sometimes the scenario would be stopped and she would mentally zoom in into his eyes. A pair of electric green eyes, that had given her goosebumps, were seared into her brain making her oblivious of her surroundings - which the driver noticed because when he arrived at the airport he had to get her attention before she stepped out.

Eve strolled into the airport shyly. Footsteps bounced off the walls but were masked by voices and mechanical groans. She bought a ticket to Portland Maine and before she knew it she was on a plane sitting next to an ominous woman who talked to herself.

After the plane landed, she called a cab that would take her to the family's cabin. The long ride from the airport to the cherished vacation home had been filled with a thick fat heavy silence that slithered into her thoughts. When the car's engine stopped humming, the driver helped eve with the bags; speeding off into the distance after doing so. The cabin stood in front of her; with quivering bones and peeling skin. The weathered wood and the surrounding vegetation made it look surreal. Moonlight shone on the roof and illuminated the trees that incarcerated the small house, engulfing the scene in a white blanket. Evangeline pushed the cracked door open, flipped the rusted switch, brought the bags in and made her way to one of the two bedrooms.

She began to get undressed and leaped into the bed; unpacking would be done once the sun rose up. The smell of the wet earth that had penetrated the house was irresistible; the foreign scent lulled her to sleep and filled her dreams with a set of green eyes and a pair of ghostly pink lips.