My Criminal #Wattys2015

[1] Not Like Other Girls

'Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.'

Picture of what Faye is wearing.

[1] Not Like Other Girls

My temples throb in time with the beat of the music that blasts through the oversized speakers. I push through the crowd, dodging groping hands and sweaty bodies. Finally I push through the endless sea of bodies and find myself in the open air on a balcony.

I let out a sigh of relief and make my way to the waist high railing, embracing the cool breeze as it washes over my body, instantly cooling down my flushed skin.

I place my forearms on top of the cool metal, using them to support my weight as I welcome the brisk air. I tilt my head back, letting my hair fall away from my face and gaze at the clear night sky. The stars shine brightly, glinting and twinkling, dancing and singing.

A small smile creeps onto my face as a memory skips through my mind.

I stare at the stars in the sky oblivious to the biting cold and nipping wind. Oblivious to my red nose and flushed cheeks. Oblivious to my numb hands and freezing feet.  Oblivious to anything as I stare hypnotised at the magical sky.

Suddenly warm arms wrap around my waist and turn me around whilst pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms subconsciously around the persons neck as I keep my attention directed on the sky above me.

"What are you doing?! You could of frozen to death, then what would I do. I'd be alone". The persons gentle voice pierces through the silence that had settled around of us. My stomach fills with guilt as I focus my eyes off of the sky and onto the young woman in front of me.

My eyes take in her short shoulder length black hair and warm brown eyes that are set on a young face that's marred with stress and loss.

"I'm sorry Rosey" I apologise to my sister whilst I hug her tighter, my 10 year old self grips onto the back of my 20 year old sisters thin woolen cardigan.

I hear her sigh as she pulls me closer to her chest whilst rubbing her hands up and down my back in a soothing motion.

"Its ok. I'm ok. Your ok"  she pulls away and smiles gently at me before turning her head upwards and looking at the shining stars.

Rosey glances back at me before a small smile graces her soft, red lips.

"You know..." she says her voice soft and gentle "There's a saying. Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pour through and shine down on us to let us know that they are happy". Tears glisten in her eyes ans her lips start trembling.

I turn my head up to the sky, unable to look at my sister when she's sad and knowing that I can't do anything to help her as tears build in my own eyes.

"Do you think mummy and daddy are happy?" I choke out whilst sniffling. Rosey turns to me as a tear tracks down her flawless cheek.

"Yes, I think that they are the happiest of them all"

My eyes fill with tears as the memory passes and the smile that had settled on my mouth falls as my lips tremble. I press them tightly together to stop myself from crying.

I will not cry. I will not cry.

I am not weak. I will not cr-

"Here" A deep, husky voice shatters the silent night. I jump slightly and face the man that is leaning against the railing to the left of me. "You look like you could use this" A shiver works its way down my spine and heat pools in my stomach at the sound of his voice.