Captured

prologue

Salty drops of water rolled down my rosy cheeks as I started to walk towards the platform, hands trembling, feet wobbling but somehow I managed to make it up there without falling. Mother always use to tell me "chin up, princess" whenever I was heartbroken or sad but in this situation she won't be able to stroke my fiery red hair and wipe my cheeks whenever she would catch a tear falling from my icy green eyes.

My short red hair was braided and styled in a bun, I absolutely hate putting my hair up but today is about mother. "Good afternoon everyone, thank you all for being here to put my mother to rest peacefully." I spoke to the audience in front of me. Today was the day I absolutely dreaded, mom died 2 days ago from cancer. She told me she had it and not to worry when she's gone but how was I not suppose to? She was my rock my everything, my heart aches knowing that I won't be able to kiss her every morning.

My mom was everything to me, she did everything she could possibly do to make me the happiest girl alive but now she's gone. It seems so surreal to me like this is all just a bad dream and I would wake up crying with her suddenly burst in my room to comfort me. Just t make sure, I took the piece of elastic band that was around my wrist and stung my hand.

this is definitely real.

I unfolded the Eulogy that I had written in my hand and smooth it out on the lavish brown wood in front of me. Let me tell you, speaking at your dead mother's funeral wasn't the easiest thing in the world.

There were people crying their eyes out in front of me but I kept my face blank as possible although there was tear stains on my cheeks. I'm trying to be as strong like any girl on the worst day of their lives.

"My mother, Lizza Campbell was the greatest person, a great mom an wife, well to me. She did everything I could possibly ask for, she cared for me and even those of who she also loved." I paused and sniffed while looking at all the crying and depressed faces. It doesn't even make sense reading off a piece of paper, everything I'm suppose to say should comes from the heart, I know when I wrote it it came from the heart but that was then, I shouldn't have to read from a piece of paper and talk about all the good things my mom has done in my life. I should be able to say it from head and heart.

I crumbled the piece of paper that was in front of me, tears streaming from my eyes as I tried to get one word out, I parted my quivering lips trying to make any sound that would come out. I couldn't I just couldn't. I broke down right in front of everyone, I'm weak.

If it wasn't for the pastor to come and save me I would've still been up there. I couldn't take all the pairs of eyes on me, I felt stupid, poor little girl couldn't even speak at her mother's funeral.

So I did what any other girl would have done, run. I ran far down out as possible from the cemetery. I heard my Dad yelling my name but I didn't spare a glance at him and just kept running. When I arrived at my car I hurriedly fumbled in my pocket for my keys and started the engine. Dad would probably kill me for doing this but I needed some time alone.

I drove home at 90 mph when I was suppose to be going a 60. Everything was a blur but I managed to make it home safely. As soon as I arrived in the driveway I hopped out without turning the engine off, as I came to a stop in front of my door I saw the neighbours giving me weird looks, they knew it what day it was for me.

I smiled and flipped them off as I gracefully opened the front door then ran up to my room. When I found what I was looking for I grabbed the bag and got back to my car and sped down the street. I had no freaking idea where I'm heading but I just kept on driving with the music blasting colors from Hasley.

I passed so many stores and clubs and still have no idea where I was heading, I felt like a B*tch for leaving the cemetery but she's gone now, nothing I can do about it.

I saw a small pier up ahead filled with rides and colors through my glasses, I immediately started slowing down as I saw a beach next to it. It was about 5 in the evening where the light were shining bright, the screams and laughter were loud and the streets were filled with people. I parked on the other lane across from the pier and got out with my bag slung around my shoulder. I was so not dressed for this occasion but I didn't care as I walked the side walk in my black dress and flats along with red puffy eyes.

As I reached the small beach beside the pier I immediately found a bench and sat there just thinking about everything yet nothing as I stared at couples walking down the beach. I have absolutely no Idea what I did to deserve this kind of life, I wasn't the type of rebellious child that your parents would send you off to a boarding school in Spain. Okay I wasn't that perfect of a child, I had my moments, but that was only around my dad. I don't have the kind of connection with him as I did with my mother. He was always working and anytime he would be home, nothing never satisfies him. Everything he would complain about. If The cars weren't parked in their respectful place, he would rant until I would get up and move it. I swear it was nearly Impossible to live in the same house as him.

Every time we would go out as a family he treated us like dirt, like nothing was perfect for him, he was always miserable. I have no idea how mom put up with him, it was clear she loved him and so obvious that he didn't give two craps about us, to me he was just there to give us money and provide for us. He wasn't that bad but wasn't the most bearable father either.

I shook the thoughts away as I focused on the scene in front of me, I'll have to deal with him later. I suddenly heard my phone buzzed and on the screen flashed my father's name who was calling me. I let it ring until he stopped calling then I turned off my phone.

I took the canon camera from the bag and started setting it up. Mom taught me how to use her camera before I turned 15 and every time we would go to sceneries like this she would take it with her and let me practice. I have no problem in practicing it with her because it made her happy, but I honestly felt like it was boring.

I walked on the pier that led out to the water and got some shots of the fair in front of me and the light that illuminated off them and into the water. I have to admit, mom taught me a pretty good job.

I decided I wanted to get a closer picture of the rides so I went across the street to take it from the top of the restaurant, mom always use to tell me don't be afraid if you think it'll make a great capture go for it. That is exactly what I did, the restaurant was very beautiful and fancy for me to be in there but you gotta do what you gotta do.

I just had to take a picture, that was when I caught a glimpse of an freaking angel. Okay maybe not but he was so damn beautiful. He was sitting at the middle table right under the chandelier with his friends. His brown curls falling over almost into his big brown eyes that was sparkling. As he sensed someone was looking at him, he turned around and looked at me smirking while I hurriedly averted my gaze else where as started walking up the stairs that led to the roof top.

The whole scene was absolutely beautiful. It was like I've never seen anything like it before, I snapped multiple pictures of the scene in front of me before I got the perfect one. I was in love with this picture. the beach was visible at the corner of the pier and the rides were active with the lights from them and the street. Everything about this picture amazed me.

I just sat there for about 5 hours literally, it was about 10 in the night. I'm surprised this restaurant haven't been closed yet. It was time for me to leave, I just needed something to take my mind off the lost but I don't need her here with me, photography is a way I'm going to keep her with me, she wanted me to be a photographer like her and that's what I'm going to do, not just for her but for me.

As I came to the bottom of the restaurant I saw him again, but this time by himself. I took this opportunity to snap a picture of him and the scene, I forgot the shutter speed was fast and accidentally got multiple photos of him which made him look up at me.

shit, way to go Zara.

I spun around and ran out the restaurant before he could get a word out. Well that was a close one, I thought sarcastically.

I ran to my car and got in ready to head home, the only thing on my mind was that boy, he just looked at me in awe when he heard me but I don't understand, I look like cap. Maybe there was a rabbit running behind me, I assured myself.