Through the Dark

Chapter 19

  I woke up this morning feeling like a new man; or girl if you want. I opened the windows to reveal a wonderful background of morning beauty. Oh how amazing this sky looks with the diffusion of ripe peaches and oranges, colouring the celestial sphere. The atmosphere was a perfect cliché of a little, sweet town, fresh and non-polluted air, dew dripping off the leaves and healthy joggers heading to the park.

I woke up earlier today, with the hope of discovering what people referred as 'the treasure of one who wakes before the sun' and sincerely, I don't regret the slightest thing. I headed towards my washroom and plunged into the soapy water of my bath-tub, feeling relaxed and light, like a soft feather being caressed by motherhood of heaven abode. I grinned foolishly realizing that no one could ruin this moment, no one at all because this moment was mine.

Yeah I know! I'm probably sounding like a love-struck, pinkish fool, whose just woken from a delightful meditation and that is utterly the com-plete opposite of miss Sierra Evans. But calm down people, I've neither been kidnapped by aliens on mission to invade planet earth nor have I been brainwashed by my cruel devil of mother whom I don't really poop about. I'm actually fed up of being treated like on-street dung that can be despised by anyone or of acting like a dark and mysterious second Hitler, ready to kick your grass up. I'm me and fortunately or unfortunately, I can't change that fact.

Life's just a struggle: like drawing without any eraser. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. I'm just going to let go and let the real me flow out: the real me, unknown to human kind. Everyday can be the beginning of a new life, so why not starting now? Life is just about kicking ass, not kissing it. If you are living your life without giving an 'f', you're just living a li_e. So just believe you can.

If ninety-nine percent of the population is demoniac, there is a little 10 percent of goodness that resides in the simplest things but yet doesn’t fail to make you smile and in my case; the ultimate life-saver has of course been the one and only Sponge Bob! And yup! I'm serious. His life is a mess, he works in a fast food joint with no future for a stingy boss who's always out to cheat his money and give him extra-work, coworker/ neighbor hates him to the core, best friend is a jobless retard, couldn't pass his driving test with the countless tries, friend-zoned by his crush and finally, pet snail seems smarter than him but he never fails to smile. Thanks Nickelodeon!

You're probably having two thoughts: firstly, " Oh ya! What a realization!" and secondly, I also don't know who’s her girlfriend!

Thinking all those things, I managed to dress up for school (off-white jeans, a black long-sleeved t-shirt with a skull printed on it, comfy converse) and to reach school without arguing with my immoral parents, pesky 'nanny' something and dear driver. Could this day be better than this? Well, I really hope so.

I should maybe register today's date as 'Sierra's best day ever' and I crashed against a hard thing. It had a strong yet sweet men's cologne, but which one? Was I that dumb to think of some perfume instead of re-adjusting my position to avoid attracting anymore onlookers? Apparently yes!

I recomposed myself and picked up my backpack, not caring to look at my victim. I'm sure that my face was red and I hated to be seen blushing. I always felt like it might portray me as the little cute girl. I whispered a quick sorry and tried to move as fast I as could, hoping this won't get any awkward. 

“Hey Richie-rich! Try to watch your steps," echoed a much too familiar voice. Ni-all? How I hope it's not him. 

I rose my head to face that basketball jock with an irritatingly, amused smirk painted on his cute face. I typically wanted to roll my eyes at his common and childish comment but definitely didn't want to waste energy but I was not leaving without an answer. 

“I was trying hard to, until some idiotic person managed to get his butt into my way!" I retorted, feeling proud of myself. We were almost near the locker room and we were completely alone, and I could hear my mental cheers.

“This doesn't belong to you babe, everything is not owned by your multi-millionaire parents!" he snapped. I wanted to ask him about his problem but knew it would be more words wasted. I searched his face, looking for a logical answer for my query. He looked confident and handsome in his own cute way, as usual but instead so his daily cheerful grin, he appeared like a cold bully. Was he drunk or drugged? In any way, a serious Niall is not the most beautiful thing I've seen. Did he envy my financial background? If it is so, trust me, I won't be hesitating to exchange it.

“Whatever!" I managed to say as I hurried away, my footsteps more giant than ever. I won't let anyone curb me as if I was his puppet. I'm a free and almost independent teenage.

“What a typical word to be used by a proud spoilt brat like you!" he said in a disgusted tone.

And reality hit me, harder than a hammer and colder than frosty water. I could almost hear the loud smashing noise of my heart. I agree that I have always viewed Niall as a pathetic idiot but I also thought he could understand things that lots couldn't; but he's just like the rest, judging a book by its cover! Anger, hatred, disgust and all the negativities I had been trying kill resurfaced, strangling any positive sense and words started flowing at a higher rate than my tears. 

“Spoilt brat??? Does it mean that all the 'rich' children must be having the perfect and lovingly pinkish life just because their parents have higher financial ground? Of what use are those painfully expensive walls which suffocates me as I always have to stay coffined indoor. My own father ignores me and my mom just has a spiteful rancor against me. No one has ever cared and never will and new faces can't blame for being an introvert." I paused for while, trying to calm my stupid heart but I wasn't done yet. I looked at him, trying to mentally send daggers at him. 

I tears kept inundating the room and I didn't try to stop it. I had to let it go! With a sudden movement, I shoved my long sleeves, revealing the marks of atrocities; burns, cuts, bruise and so on. “How would you feel like if you were abused, cussed and beaten by your own mother without even knowing which sin I made and with no one to care to apply a first aid or to even help me to get up the floor when she's done with her ferocious acts? It's been near seventeen years of torture, imprisonment, abuse and hatred. Many years resulted into many wounds and gradually I got used of those sessions. I was practically bestie with a reddish substance many referred as blood and I couldn't care less about physical pain. But at least it wouldn't leave like h....." It was time that I control my words. I couldn't tell him that; he's not worth it!

With that, I took a little peep at his donkey face which seemed pained and shocked, all drenched in a guilt, before I ran towards the safest place on the entire campus, the girl's washroom. He pitied me and I hated it more than ever.

I crashed gains the door like a violent hurricane and harshly swung the door open, which caused the few freaks to run away like I was a dangerous terrorist, ready to shoot.

I dragged my wretched corpse towards the tap, forcing myself to look at my dismal reflection in the mirror. My face looked sick with my tear stained cheek, red, swollen eyes and my hair flying in the four directions; I was the exact copy of a flu patient: sad and tired.

I re-adjusted my ponytail and kissed away those tears by splashing water onto my face, letting its coolness take over the red-heated face. He had no right to rub salt on my wounds. I wanted to change for a better me, for a brighter future but it was all a dreamscape, an illusion which ought to end some day. This is the Sierra that the world wants; sordid, cold and lonely.

This is the price to pay for being off guards!

Hey lovelies! It's been such a long time but this chapter is finally here and through the dark hopefully won't be having any future delays. Hope you guys will like this chapter and the lots more to come. Do you think the relationship between Sierra and Niall will get any better? Don't forget to comment your opinions.

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