Chapter 11

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Sabrina McLain:

"I'm not so sure about this..."

My doubt was clearly seen. 

Bryson gave me a glance

and Lilly Nicole Porter

shot me a stern look

indeed. 

I had never been ice skating before. 

Kyle came up and took both of my hands

in his soft ones. 

He looked straight into 

my own haunted eyes

and he whispered, 

"Come on, Brina. Trust me." 

And I took a deep breath 

as Lilly Nicole Porter

and Bryson 

skimmed away across the ice. 

And I took a wobbly step

forward. 

And another. 

And another. 

And Kyle and I 

stepped out, 

with legs as wobbly as a 

newborn deer,

onto the ice. 

And I felt his warm hands

on mine. 

And I felt my heart beat. 

And I saw those eyes of his, 

guiding me and comforting me. 

He took a gliding step out, 

gently pulling me with him. 

I tried to calm myself. 

But I was scared. 

I was scared of falling. 

And then it hit me. 

All this time, after Dad's 

d  e  a  t  h

I had been scared. 

I'd been scared to seek help, 

to be comforted. 

I'd been scared to live

without Dad. 

I'd been scared of falling down

down down down down

into depression. 

I'd been scared of life. 

All I knew was death. 

Life was frightening to me. 

And as Kyle smiled shyly at me

and blushed, 

as Lilly Nicole Porter

and Bryson twirled past

on expertly smooth skates, 

as Mom was out somewhere

on a date with her boyfriend, 

as Baylee giggled with her friends

at a party, 

I knew that even through all the scary stuff. 

Even with loss and pain, 

even with fear, 

I had  awesome support. 

I had people;

friends and family alike

that would reach out and 

catch me when 

and if

I fall. 

And so I grinned at Kyle, 

the first grin in days,

and I pushed myself 

onwards. 

I pushed myself to the middle 

of the ice. 

I pushed on and on

because pushing myself 

into the middle of life

into the middle of the rink, 

was the way to 

getting over loss. 

And as I threaded my arms

around Kyle's warm torso, 

as Lilly Nicole Porter

held my hand

and as Bryson smiled and 

held her close, 

I couldn't help but smile. 

Because in the middle, 

the view was pretty great. 

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