He Calls Me Harmony

Chapter ten: Mark Wilbur

Knowing is the passage of doing. If you know what path to take in life you will do what it takes to stay on that path. Knowing my only friend, my only reason of feeling important is now no longer in reach. Makes me what to do something about it. The question lies, how?

Ever since that cool morning, I haven't seen or heard from Michael. How could I when im so far away now? My father came back in, inflamed with rage.  That day was a day out of many to come where he showed he's rage. My father is a good man.  A man that show's emotions but rather not be depicted on negative emotions. So when he's mad there has to be a real reason. In this case I feel he can give me no treason as to why he was angry.

It was a few minute's after Michael left that he decided it was my turn to receive a piece of his mind. I sat on the edge of my bed waiting for his storm. It didn't come. Was he occupied devising a plan to make sure of a clarification that Michael wasn't returning? Come to think of it,  I would rather hear my father demising scolds than this gut wrenching silence. I stand up looking out my window. Memories of the day Michael made me feel important, when he 'rescued' me from boredom as he stated.  I felt wanted that day. It also was the day his soft lips pierced my skin with a gentle contact. As I was staring out the window still reminiscing my door opened. I turned towards the door. It was my mother. "Hey pancakes ", She said softly as she slipped into my room making herself comfy on my desk chair. I smile because of my childhood name she called me by. "Come sit honey", She pointed to my bed while still smiling. I sigh and walked to the bed plopping down on it. "Are you OK?", She said after a few moment's of silence.  I nod. She gives me a motherly 'I don't believe that look' (It consisted of a tilted head and one raised brow). "Joya you can talk to me ", She said now sitting beside me. I remain silent. "I know you are going to miss him but he's not the only boy in the world", I look at her. He's the only one in my world, She sighs. "Baby don't be quick to fall in love, there's plenty of time for that honey ", I can't just leave him like this, "If you love something let it go if it was meant to be with you it will come back", She said rubbing my back. Hopefully my 'it' will come back. "Now finish packing we have a lot to do today", She stands up heading to the door. She stop turning to look at me. "Smile Joya it's in your name", She flashes me a quick smile before walking off. I sit back and look out the window. Just like that I'm alone again.

That day I didn't talk to my father. He  didn't even let me say goodbye. I never thought he would be so cruel. Yet he showed his colors. I can only imagine how Michael is feeling. Three month's later I would presume Michael to have forgotten about me and this whole ordeal in general. Part of me believes he hasn't.  I can't explain why that man has affected me so. Three month's later he is still head of my thoughts. Lead of my imagination and proposal of my dreams. The man has infatuated my soul and heart.  As day's went on so did my life.  I am now currently enrolled in a local university in California.  I didn't know I was accepted. Nor did I think I would be accepted. Considering the fact I did in fact apply for a lot of college's and universities. It was more so my parents forcing me to fill them. I am glad I did because California university is quite a good school not too far from our home in Encino. Campus life is good. All in all,  I'm doing well in my new hopefully permanent home. I haven't made any friend's here, I can't bring myself to do so after being basically separated from my one and only friend. I can't risk it.

I just got out of the shower. I have an early morning class that starts in two hours. I like to be ready ahead of time. I wrap a towel around my head while securing the one wrapped around my chest with my free hand. While walking out of the bathroom into my room my phone rings. I sigh then slowly made my to my bed. I take it quickly answering it before the ringer wakes my sleeping roommate.

*Hello?
"Morning honey! "
Oh hello mother
"How are you? "
I'm good just hopped out of the shower
"Oh I'm sorry sweety is this a bad time to call? "
No, I have class in two hour's , It isn't going to hurt being a little of my schedule
"Ha-ha alright if you say so, how's college life?"
Just like it was when you called two week's ago
"That's great honey, Are you sure you're ok? "
Yes I'm fine
"I know what's bothering you"
mother I don't want to talk about it
"Honey you have to move on "
I am,  look I have to go now
"ok Joya I Love you, And so does your father "
I love you too mother bye now
"Bye"*

I end the call. I hate having conversations with my mother now. She is so repetitive when it comes to Michael. All she does is tell me to move on. I want to but I just can't. I stand up and rummage through my dresser for a simple outfit for today. I find a pair of slim fit straight leg black pant. I find a pair of matching panty and bra and topped it off with a warm black and blue striped sweater. I slid on my clothing and went on a hunt for matching shoes. I come upon a pile of mail on the desk next to the closet. I look through it. Jessica, My roommate is always leaving her stuff around or getting our stuff mixed together. I go through it till a white envelope marked with a red, black, and gold stamp catches my eye. It is addressed to our dorm but with only my name on it. The recipient is Mark Wilbur. I don't know a Mark Wilbur. I decide not to ponder on the obviously important letter. I tear it open and read it..

*Dear Joya,
In a world filled with hate, We must dare to Love.
In a world filled with sadness, We must still bare a smile.
In a world filled with doubt, We must dare to believe.
Believe Joya, Just believe
-Love Lives Forever *

I read the letter or more so the poem over and over. Not only are the word's touching but the last line seems all too familiar. I don't know who this Mark Wilbur is but I would love to find out. I place the letter back in the envelope and put it in my purse as I finished getting dress. Still not able to get the mystery person's name out of my head. Mark Wilbur....

To Be Continued....