would love to love you

Simon 2

As I move, stepping closer to a slightly twitching bush, I get the feeling that someone was watching me. I don’t know why, but I am mostly right about these things, I am very sensitive when it comes to my surroundings and I am never likely to be wrong.

 As soon as I smell something sweet, something like… Perfume? I followed the scent and started to pursue my target

The perfumes seemed familiar, like I had smelt it the day before, and the day before that, and like, everyday? I never really noticed it until now, but I was certain that someone was following me. No, probably stalking me.

I reached out to touch the bush. But as my fingertips brushed against its leaves I stumbled against a wave of heat, and fell to the ground.

My eyes stung as my mum poked just above my eyelid, it felt like my whole body was torn apart or had been patted down with sunburns. I took my hand and covered my face, shielding from her touch.

“Jesus Christ!” She shouted, the way she looked at me was very surprising; somehow she was confused about the whole thing.

“How did you get burnt?  I can’t see any damage done”

Like she said nothing was there, no evidence, no scars, no blisters, nothing.

But my body was shaking; the pain was still stained onto my skin and I felt a slight of dizziness every time I tried to stand.

“It just hurts! You don’t need an explanation!”

She looked at me, with those sorrowful eyes the you-know-you-could-tell-me-anything look. I looked away, I couldn’t explain it to her, how could I?

Should I tell her that I thought someone was stalking me and burned me there and then? No way!

She would definitely be shaken up, and also I wasn’t even sure myself if some stalker had did it, probably there wasn’t even a person there.

I never really saw anything; I just blinked and ended up home.

“Anyway, how did I get home?”

My mum was thinking for a moment, her hand under her chin whilst tapping the table with the other. I looked up at her for a moment and suddenly her answer came out.

“Oh, I remember it was a girl!”

A girl?

“Haha! You’re joking, aren’t you?” she looked sort of depressed.

“Nope, I would never lie to you”

At that moment I froze, why would a girl take me home?

“She was quite cute, but more gorgeous than cute, was she your girlfriend?”

“No” I said, thinking about the girls in my class.

“What did she look like?”

As she went to the kitchen to find something to eat she stopped and started to mumble, which I thought was very irritating. She always did that when she was thinking too hard or tried to detail every little thing that crossed her mind.

I heard a little bit like 'flaming red hair' and some other colours like, orange, yellow and crimson.

I didn’t really like listening to my mum when she started getting into the I-can-speak-for-England mode, she just talks on and on and never stops until I finally give up on her or something else happens.

“Oh yeah, I remember one more thing”, here she goes again.

“She had a really sweet scent on her” she said softly.

Oh god! Really?

I was actually going to ignore her once I made my way upstairs to my bedroom, but I think this conversation was more interesting than playing on my Nintendo Wii.

I was going to ask her more questions but my legs couldn’t move,

seriously they couldn’t move.

The living room suddenly turned black and my head started to pound furiously. One of the soft brown chairs started to shrivel and the carpets seemed to be flooded with icy cold water, all of my clothes, tables, chairs started floating on top of the water as it had risen to my waist.

I see a girl sitting on top of the water, legs crossed and hands connected. The colours of her eyes are of a deep red and her long hair flows beside her cheeks, as she looks up towards the ceiling she looks helpless, alone.

I travelled through the water, holding out my hand as she turns towards me.

 Her face lit up and smiled.

She reached out as I kept on pushing my way through the water, I had no idea why I was drawn to her, its one of those things where you have a feeling that something’s going to change once you take a risk.

I remembered what my mum said about the girl who took me home, 'Flaming red hair'.

I noticed she had the same description, but I didn’t really care. As my mum said, she was gorgeous. Her body was really slim, her skin was tanned and her arms and legs were really long and toned.

As my fingertips brush against hers she pulls back her arm.

Her mouth gradually moves just enough so I can make out the words,

“Goodbye”