My eyes are attracted by a certain view and weave into the baby blue sky that is covered with white, fluffy, and enormous clouds. My vision dance into the calm city scape and focus sharply on the doves that fly past. The curtains blown into a synchronized motion by the wind, let the refreshing breeze escape into the art and music room. As I gaze into this beautiful scene and sit on this black stool, I could only think of the world as a peaceful and serene setting. However, the chattering and giggles of people disrupt the scene, like a still lake, but a rock being tossed in, creating ripples.
Although I am used to the constant gossiping and screaming outside of the music room, I can't stand the interference of those who ruin perfect glimpses of heaven. Perhaps my envisions are too extreme that even I won't be able to tolerate. As I reach to the ground, and let my hair fall, Then I suddenly jerk my hand by being startled by the alarming sound of the chiming bell. I slowly get up from my sitting position and sluggishly grab my bag and jacket. I close the room's door behind me and saunter through the bustling hallways. As I tried to bear the congested crowds of students, I finally reach my classroom and once again slump on my cold wooden chair.
As the pencils click and the rasping of the led scramble on the paper, it break the silence in this frigid and tight atmospheric classroom. I swiftly move my plastic led-pencil across the test that was given out. Then I hear it. I abruptly stood up, with my head hung low, and raise my hand. The teacher was slouching in his chair and notices me with a glance.
"What is it this time, Fayton?" The teacher asks with indifference as he slowly gets up from his chair.
"I left something in the locker. May I go retrieve it?" I held my breath as I hear snickers that follow after that my embarrassing statement.
He rolled his eyes and motions me out the door. As I slide open the door and close it shut behind me, I run across the halls in my sweaty fabric uniform. I hear it. My breathing quickens as I lose track of the volume. Gasping for air, and shifting my eyeballs left to right in intense speed, I sharply turn from each corner searching for the sound. As I step on each slippery stair, I suddenly halt to a stop where my eyes met the rooftop entrance. I widen my eyes as the noise rippled through the air.
Step after step, inhaling and exhaling, I twisted the metal doorknob and swung open the door revealing a shining silhouette of white doves circling around a female. She was hanging along the steel fenced bars and her pale face was glimmering. A small tear fractured light and her pink plump lips formed a smile. Tipping her feet, she lets go of the bars. Only perishing her doom.
A black and white film appears in my head. A young woman stares at the window, entangling a string of silver beads and attached to it was a carved bird. She was dressed in all white that blended in with the sheets of the bed. She turned around to look at a small boy whose eyes were gray like a coat of wolves' fur. His boisterous laughter lightened the woman's mood and removed her worried expression. Assorted flowers filled the room blooming in sync with the boy's smile. Vibrant and vivid colors and a pleasurable symphony ran across the walls and the once black and white photo came to life. I blinked and the a shady black and white room once returned. A silence of terror and suspense led to it and I find a broken monitor with a red line across. A whisper of rushed words and gossip trembled me as I step back and turn around only to find people walking in and out. The colors fade and I am terrified. Whispers slow down and the only voice I can hear is a woman.
"Take my necklace and flee like the doves once did."
Clenching my teeth with anxiety and fear, I reach out my hand, grasping air, desperately reaching for the girl's hand. Suddenly I felt skin, and pulled her arms towards me, flinging her body to my direction. I held her into my arms, and let go as soon as she was opening her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The Doves We Saw That Day
RomanceThere are times when you are scared. There are times when you are angry. There are times when you are depressed. And there are times when you regret. Fayton feels all of the above. Until the Doves Arrived.