The Clouds

Chapter 4

I wake up the next morning feeling nice and refreshed. After the moment last night remembering my past, I found myself extremely tired. I guess it's kind of nice being here alone. I can vent and let out all my emotions without anyone judging me for what I think or do. It's one of the only places I can be me. But sometimes I need that one person to be here with me all the time. Someone who will love me on my rough days. Someone who will love me when I am crying my heart out or when I am bouncing off the walls with excitement. I have friends and many people who love me, but I want everyone to accept me for who I am and not for who I'm not. I don't ever want to change. I guess this is a reason I started writing songs... I know I will never be the famous cool girl, but I do know that letting my feelings out in a song is way better than letting them out in a journal or diary. I just want A Place in This World.

I grab my guitar from the corner and start to play some chords... Starting to create a song.

I don't know what I want, so don't ask me

Cause I'm still trying to figure it out

Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking

Trying to see through the rain coming down

Even though I'm not the only one

Who feels the way I do...

I'm alone,

On my own,

And that's all I know

I'll be strong,

I'll be wrong,

Oh but life goes on

Oh, I'm just the girl,

Trying to find a place in this world

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans

And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve

Feeling lucky today, got the sunshine

Could you tell me what more do I need

And tomorrow's a mystery, oh yeah

But that's okay

I'm alone,

On my own,

And that's all I know

I'll be strong,

I'll be wrong,

Oh but life goes on

Oh, I'm just the girl,

Trying to find a place in this world

Maybe I'm just the girl on a mission

But I'm ready to fly

I'm alone,

On my own,

And that's all I know

I'll be strong,

I'll be wrong,

Oh but life goes on

Oh I'm alone,

On my own,

And that's all I know

Oh, I'm just the girl,

Trying to find a place in this world

Oh I'm just a girl

Oh I'm juts a girl, oh, oh,

Oh I'm just a girl

I strum the last chord as I finish the song. I feel relieved almost. Like a ton of weight was just lifted off my shoulders. I almost felt free. Like I could do anything. It's still somewhat early in the morning. Let's see what time it is.

7:58 am

I think I'm going to take a ride on my bike. Maybe head to the park or something.

I put on a blue blouse with a flowing skirt with flowers on it. I grab a small purse and put a few items in it. I few dollars, my phone, and note pad with a pen just in case I find a new idea for a song. I know I should probably have my guitar with me if I want to write a song, but I think it would be way to much for me to carry.

I head to the side of the house to find my old black bike. I slip on my biking sunglasses and start to ride down the calm street. The sweet, pleasant weather warming me grately. The sun was still hidden by the slightly dark sky and the clouds. The street lights are still on and the lights in most of the houses are off too. I don't really need my sunglasses, but it makes me feel slightly hidden.

I ride for about 20 minutes just absorbing the pleasant air and the cool breeze. I look up at the almost lightened up sky. The sun suddenly shines through my sunglasses and blinds me for a moment. I swerve off the sidewalk and into the middle of the street.

Little did I know that something bad was about to happen.

"Hey! Watch out!" A man says. 

I turn around to look right at a speeding car that drives right into my body. The car stops and I lie on the ground feeling nothing. I can sense the others who were watching gather around and talking, but I can't make out what they were saying. 

I feel so peaceful and calm.

Like I never want to wake up

No!

Am I.... dying?

No no no!!!

I can't... DIE!

I'm too young to die.

I've barely lived!

What about my family and friends?

What would they think?

Eleanor?

Hope?

Drew?

My mom?

My dad?

My sister?

Even John?

I can't just die.

I so much to do.

There is still so much I wanted to accomplish...

Then there's the point where I can't think.

It's all... nothing.

I may have just died...