I'd been sitting in the car for hours. Grey filled everything in sight as rain poured down like there was no sign of stopping. But I liked it here, safe and warm. Enough time to leave me to my thoughts, to bask in the endless ideas I had that I knew could never come true. I wonder what it would be like without the endless wars with myself, wishing I could do something with my life but knowing I never could.
"How you hanging in there, Bells?" My mother chimed as if she didn't notice the irritated look on my face.
"Just wonderful! Because next I'll be thrown into another hole where I have no escape and no color! Where nothing has any life or excitement!" I snapped angrily. I didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, as hastily as it had. I sounded greedy, I knew my mom was doing this to escape the pain she'd felt for seventeen years.
"Look...I'm sorry. You know this was the last resort and I am trying me best you know!" Mom said as she gripped the steering wheel. To late to take back what I said now so I kept going with the attitude.
"Mom! What do think I am?! Stupid!? No! I'm just tired of this life where I feel alone! Away in some other world where I belong because I obviously don't belong in this one!" I hissed, the anger penetrating my voice.
"I can't help your father died when you were little!" She said, clearly pissed. I shut my mouth and watched the rain pour.
The rain. One of the few things in life that just seemed right. Where it wasn't all dark and angry and where a piece of me was missing. In the rain I belonged, I was somebody. I was a dreamer.
The car ride had been long, wet and cramped and I couldn't wait to get out and just sit in the rain, alone. Far away from my mom. Far away from all the troubles in this world. As we pulled into the long, never-ending driveway I could see willow trees and a shed with petite baby blue shutters that needed a new coat of paint. Ivy ran up the sides of the brick house that looked so unstable it would fall over with a flick.
I jumped out of the moving car which earned me a nasty scolding from my mom and decided to walk around. The cool evening rain pelted my skin with its gentle touch as I walked. There didn't seem to be another living soul for about two maybe three miles which was perfect. I hate people. I prefer books.
I realize there was a small circular wall made of stones on the west side of the yard tucked in a grove of willows. I decide to check it out, hoping it might give me something to do. As I peer over the edge of the wall I realize it's a nice, small well. It seems very deep but I see a light swimming around towards to top but too far down to reach.
I lean over to get a closer look and fall in. Cold surrounds me, I began to panick. It doesn't feel natural, it feels almost wrong to be here like this. I try and scream for help but all it gets me is a load of bubbles to the face as my eyes zip around anxiously.
Then I hear a soft voice, telling me it'll be ok, that I'm safe. The voice beckons me farther down into the water and I listen without a second thought.
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A Merman's Daughter(Book Two Of "The Merman's..." Trilogy)
Fantasía"I was born of two worlds, one land, one sea, all war." I say calmly but a sheet of ice slides into my voice. There is no way to escape this prison I live in.
