Rejecting Hope (Old Copy)

Chapter Thirty Five - "Tired"

    (Ariana)

                I push myself harder and harder, through the wind and the rain... for that is all that I have ever known. My legs are burning and aching with a fire now, but I concentrate on that pain and will it to drive me further. The pain eases my mind... distracts it, I have always loved this about running. Honestly right now, I would rather not think about things anyways.

       Bright lights come streaming down the highway. I don't even hesitate or slow, I just keep running till my heart gives out. But to my misfortune... the driver recognizes me. Slowing down to a crawl next to me, the driver rolls down their window as they watch me run.

       "Ariana! What on Earth are you doing? You're going to catch a cold!" I refuse to look at the driver, all I do is keep running. I close my eyes as I pray... Wind... take me away, far, far away from here. The voice comes back yet again breaking my very serenity.

      "Ariana, stop ignoring me!" The voice yells, I ignore it and try to take hold of fantasy yet again.

               Suddenly I'm hit in the shoulder by something plastic and my eyes snap open breaking all peacefulness that I had. I keep my eyes forward and my head held high, suddenly I'm hit by something bigger this time... a book. It breaks my speed a little but I keep going, finally something big hits me smack dab in the middle of the face as other things at the same time rain down upon me. The wind, knocked out of me leaves me coughing and gasping for more... the rain doesn't help that. I push off the substance that hit me. Finally I look up to see the driver of the car, but as you could guess. I already knew who it was.

                                         "God Ariana, why are you in la la land?"

       "I hate you Lacey! Why did you have to throw a bunch of freaking Harry Potter Block's at me!"

             "What, they're decent sized books. Anyways you owe me the last three Harry Potter books now you know that right? I mean just look at how soaked they are!" She complains dangling the now ruined books from her very fingers.

     "It's so sad I could cry." She pouts out her lower lip. You see, Lacey was always a die hard Harry Potter fan, which is what I found so funny about her. She has this tough facade, yet deep down she loves to run around her house with a wand in hand yelling out things like "Avada Kedavara" and "I'm Bellatrix Lestrange! Fear me or die!" I even remember having to hold her hand as she cried whenever the last movie ended. However I also remember how the ride home from the movie theaters that day consisted of her telling me to tell no one about what happened that day. Anyways she tosses the book over her shoulder and shrugs.

            "Whatever I have 2 copies of each book at home anyways... don't tell anyone about that please." She winces and I laugh as I hold up my pinkie. "Scouts honor!" She laughs and we shake, soon enough she gets up helping me along with her.

               "Come on scout, you're soaked!" With that we get in the car and drive home. The entire ride home I'm locked in the world of my mind as I'm slowly drawn out losing all of whatever is left of my sanity. Things cross my mind, a thousand miles a minute... Mostly questions, questions like why is Hope being so secretive? Why does it hurt so much to know that for the first time the tables are turned and suddenly I'm the one who's worried sick about the other. Is he dying? Is he sick? Was that why he was crying? Is something going on that's very serious? Why won't he tell me unless he doesn't want me to worry? He's never kept a thing from me before... Who did he go meet? He could've very well met anybody. Suddenly my eyes bulge, he met him... he went and saw my father! That's what's going on! That is why he doesn't want to see me! He must realize that I'm not worth it, that I'm nothing but ugly and horrible... nothing but trash. Suddenly I burst into tears, Lacey's eyes bulge.