Fireworks...

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This is the first story I've written on here so please no hate :) Vote, coment, and criticism is welcome! This is not a book just a short story with a few chapters. Enjoy!

 

 Prologue:

 

It's so cold here. 

I pull the red and green checkered  blanket so tight around me, you'd think I'm trying to suffocate myself. other than the freezing late October air, nothing has changed. The small river in front of me still has the same crystal waters. If you looked it, it was as if looking through a brand new window. All the pink and golden fish were swimming about. I throw them some worms I've picked up while walking to this old, forgotten-by-everyone-except-me little meadow. The wind stated picking up making the willow tree whistle. No body comes here anymore. No body but me. I always came here back when we still all lived together in one big happy family. Now only my grandparents live here. The meadow was two kilometers away from my grandparents newly renovated house. They got rid of all the old furniture. Blew down the walls and roof right after mom died. She would never allow them to take the old house down , and they finally got an opportunity. The house used to be small and cozy. Like ones out in the countryside. It was all white from the outside with a classic brown roof and a chimney sticking out. inside where four bedrooms. two in the basement, and two on the main floor, with the kitchen, bathroom, and the living room was in the basement. We lived there all together, my brother, my grandparents, my parents, and me. Then my dad got taken away by the police. I was much too young back then to understand that he wasen't coming back. Now I cannot even recognize the place anymore. Grandma didn't want anything left of our parents. our house now has three floors, with no basement. My room is on the third floor, but I always sleep in the living room on the brand new leather couch, as I am afraid of heights. 

I see some birds fly over my head. The last ones. I wave goodbye, even though they were already far away from me. My brother has been 10 when dad was taken away. He and I always used to come here before, but then he wanted so hard to forget this place, that he did. This meadow is where dad taught him to fish. Where mother would show me how to weave crowns out of the willow tree vines. I could never forget it. This is the place my mother last sang. I still remeber that song, and sing it everytime I come here. 

"As night falls, over the valley,

The swans and the fish will awake,

As night falls, over the valley,

Let it wrap itself around you like a blanket,

As night falls, over the valley,

Let you be safe, my dear."

A tear slips out from the corner of my eyelid, but I wipe it away quickly. I have made myself a promice to never cry again. It makes me weak, which I cannot let happen.

I put my freezing hand in my pocket, and pull out the only two things that my grandparents didn't get their hands on to destroy. My mothers pure gold necklace, and my fathers watch, which surprisingly still worked. 

5:47pm

Dinner time in 13 minutes. I didn't even care. All I would have to do is sit in the new dining area pretending to eat what my grandfather calls food and listen to all the fun I'm going to have at my new school tomorrow. Sigh. I just sat there, for the next 13 minutes, knowing that walking back to the "House" will take twenty more minutes. And so I sat there, for what seemed forever, until finally checking the watch.

7:28pm

My grandparents would be worried by now. Let them worry. I keep sitting there in the brutal wind staring up at the setting sun, until I hear a rustling behind me.