If We Were A Movie. (on hold)

Chapt. 6

                She had hung up. All I had said was mom and she hung up, not even a word back. For a second I had thought she cared. I sighed. I shouldn’t have been so dumb. My mom could never care if she did she would have gotten me out of there a long time ago instead of waiting for me to find my own way. Not that I had that place anymore. I lost everything this time; including Gavin. I shut my eyes; the world was falling from my fingertips. I let a tear drop from my eyes and caress my cheek. I tried to hold the rest back but I got an F in that class too.

                I felt a warm hand press against my back. The rest of my body jumped towards the heat. I was an ice sculpture and my numb body begged and craved the heat.

                “Miranda lets go home.” The soothing voice said to me.

 I felt the strong arms lift me off the ground. He took my hand in his and walked me some way, I couldn’t tell the direction, it could have been north, west or east, south, down or up for all I knew, I just realized I was moving. He told me to sit so I did and landed on cool leather seats. I felt like I was still on the ground but I could hear the traffic on either side of me like a bee buzzing constantly in my ear.

I felt dizzy and my body became a thousand pound weight.  Listening to the sound of the humming bee and the feel of the wind pressing firmly against my skin, I drifted away from myself.

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My eyes searched around me, but it was no use, darkness enveloped me, it blinded me and terrified every inch of my soul. I tried to walk, I really did, I tried to find some where the sun would reach me, landing pleasantly of my skin, tanning everywhere it got to rest on for a while, leaving heat as its trail—it was no use. My feet felt stuck, as if caught in the mud with no way out. I shook them just trying to get free; attempting to run or walk had no affect either.

“Hello!” I yelled. If I found someone they could help me, but no response was muttered; not even a mouse moved at the sound of my voice.

The calmness of this place reminded me of home; it felt like this was the place for me to be, like I was made for this place. I thought about my dream house, how I want my home to look how things to work in it. I looked up into the darkness above me.

With a calm and collected voice I said one word, “Lights!”

Light began to fill the area around me making it more of a space rather than a void. I smiled as I looked around, Black leather couches around a cozy fireplace; an ikea kitchen fit for a queen attached to that room. It was all I could see; but doors surrounded me. Now if I could only move to check out my place.

I attempted to move my feet again, it still didn’t work. What could be holding me back, not breaking what so ever, just keeping me in place? I was scared to look, if it was mud my house would be dirty, and what if it was quick sand and I was sinking to my death! Miranda, snap out of it, no time to be thinking such dark thoughts, I told myself! Taking a few deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out, I gained just enough courage to look at what it was. Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned my head to look down at the floor.

One, two, three, open! At that exact moment I realized I had been so wrong, it wasn’t mud, or quick sand, I was stuck in blood, but who’s? I searched the room I saw no one, not even a pet. Then I looked my hands and my arms blood dripped down my body, I raised one to my head, a deep big open wound sat there. If I didn’t get it looked at I could die I repeated that over and over again, as my eyes began to water and tears dripped down from them.

My body began to hyper ventilate, panicking, I tried to keep calm but it didn’t work. My voice was uneven and cracked from the sobs but I had nothing else to do but call for help.