Creative Writing

Your Choice About Destiny

As I walk towards the altar, eyes following me, I cannot help but remember Bill's advice.

"Sometimes the people you love the most will hurt you the most. You decide whether or not you chase them or let them go."

The man waiting for me at the altar is not the one I love. The one I love is gone, disappeared to a different country for a new life, without me.

Tears fill my eyes. Sebastian, my best friend, fled to the other side of the earth.

Music overwhelms me, and I can see my mother standing there in the front row, weeping her eyes out. Most would see it as a motherly gesture, crying that her only daughter was getting married, but I see it as a plan. A plan that she conjured of her own making, disguising it as true love between myself and Erik, but it is really a play to get riches. To go from having nothing to having everything.

My father stands beside her, keeping his mouth shut and being submissive in her plans. Max, my older brother shakes his head from where he stands, watching me with pained eyes. Dylan, my beautiful twin buries his head in Bill's shoulder. Bill looks at me with an intensity that would set me alit, had he had magic powers.

I get closer to Erik, to this destiny written out for me by my mother, and a thought of defiance settles in my mind. I try and shake it free, but it doesn't want to leave. And so I listen to it as I walk, slowly as ever, down to my soon-to-be husband.

"Why do you keep walking? Why do you take this, especially from your mother? Run! Worry about destiny later, and just live life!"

The thought sounded so much like Bill that it may have been him. He may actually be magical and in my head telling me this, but that would be something to worry about later. Because the thought actually made sense.

And so as I stand right before the steps up to Erik, I make my decision. And I run. I throw my flowers at Erik and run towards Dylan and Bill, pulling them behind me. My dress trips me countless times, but Bill and Dylan were there to stop me.

My mother screams at us to come back, as we race outside the church and I rip the bits of the dress that drag across the floor off. I laugh, freedom filling my voice. Dylan pulled me towards his car and I skip behind him.

I sit in the back of the car, my overly puffy dress taking up the whole back seat as Dylan drives with Bill next to him.

"You know Bill, as I was walking down the aisle, I swear I heard your voice. You were telling me to screw destiny and run. Never have I been so happy to take your advice!"

"Arabella, sweetheart, that wasn't me. You thought that yourself. And now we get to go on a vacation with you!"

I smiled at Bill, who smiled brightly back. Dylan's attention was on the road, but I knew that he was smiling. He is my twin, after all.

I rest my head back and stare at the ceiling of the car. An unbelievable lightness overtakes me. Never before had I felt this much freedom, never before had I felt that I could do anything, change anything. A smiled graced my face. No longer will my mother reign over me. No longer will my beautiful twin be confined to rude remarks from my mother. No longer will Bill be told that he would die a horrible death and go to hell.

And the only thing I regret, is that I did not pull Max with me. But I know that he wouldn't have come, even if I did. He had been waiting for the time for us all to have gone to be able to give our mother a taste of her own medicine. And he has gotten it.

As much as I would like to help my father, he is too far gone. He helped our mother way too many times in the past, and he knew of all the things she had hatched up in that wretched, money-loving brain of his.

And as thoughts about my family fill my head, and the casual banter between Dylan and Bill become background noise, I find myself falling asleep peacefully. And I forget everything about destiny, and just go with the flow.

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This was just something that I randomly wrote just now. Hope you enjoyed it! I certainly enjoyed writing it and pulling together incoherent thoughts to make a plot for a short story