Falling Dawn

3. Fire

Lol okay so I was rereading this chapter and realized I got into a lot of details regarding the whole 'I live on a stud farm and I love my horses' thingy. FYI, I wrote this a few years back and even though I majorly changed it ever since, some of the childish stuff remained (by accident). If I were to rewrite it now, I wouldn't have them living with those horses, but hey, I'm lazy and that's way too much work xD

Anyway, after this chapter it will be a lot less, I just held onto the locations I picked five years back or so, but starting chapter 4, that nonsense will be out of the way I think (I wrote that more recently).

Sorry for the rant! Enjoy!!

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Chapter 3 – Fire

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eyes. But maybe if you would open your eyes, you would see more of the world, or maybe even see what the heart sees – but in the end, everybody closes their eyes for things they do not want to see.

You close your eyes so that you have a reason to miss the obvious. You have a reason not to know things, to say that you hadn't seen it coming, that you hadn't noticed it before.

Everybody closes their eyes for some truths. Some don't want to know the truth, others want to hide the truth and close their eyes to suppress it and yet others are blinded by power, until the truth comes surfacing and everything is taken away from you.

But deep down in your heart you know every lie. Every single little lie that has been told or that you shouted out yourself – you feel it, like you are slowly being hollowed out until nothing is left and the truth appears in front of your eyes.

My heart knew. My heart knew every lie and every truth. But I as well had closed my eyes. Blinded by power, or maybe not completely blinded, but just on purpose.

Had I closed my eyes myself, so that I would miss the details? To let it pass me and act like I hadn't seen it?

Now the truth was thrown into my face and it slowly submerged me like a bath filled with ice cold water, leaving me empty and senseless. It was thrown into my face with such violence, it forced me to open my eyes. To see.

And it broke me, every part of me tearing apart, piece by piece, until there were merely empty broken parts of me left, leaving me alone to burn into dusty ashes. This was how it felt to know the truth. This was how it felt to open your eyes.

I was sitting against the wall next to the front door, my head leaning backwards to the wall. I stared at the dimly lit ceiling through tearstained eyes. The light that always burned at night casted a light through the hall that created dark shadows around every corner. The window next to the door was pitch black and I remembered being scared of it when I was younger, always afraid that suddenly I would see a face in the darkness.

Also the shadows from the side table across from me would have awakened a fear in my chest, but at this point it really didn't matter to me anymore. I wanted the shadows to take me. I wanted them to take me to the darkest corners of the house and engulf me with their invisible arms.

My cheeks stung from the tears but I couldn't bring myself to wipe them away. I had cried until there were no tears left and my eyes just started to hurt. I had been sitting silently against the wall as if I was completely paralyzed and my life was over, because that was exactly how I felt.

Scott had picked me up from the grass back at Jason's and lifted me in his car. I acted as if I were asleep, but he had known I was only acting. He hadn't said anything though and stayed quiet the whole ride home. I kept my eyes closed and lay limply in his arms as he lifted me to the front door. He had used the key from my jacket to get in, but hadn't cared enough to bring me further than the front door.