Sparks and Hearts

Deep Rumble

Birds began to sing their morning songs indicating it was time to wake up, I ended up going to bed late and may have had one too many glasses of wine, I woke up slightly groggily, good job I had the day off.  As I was getting out of bed the door knocked ''Berengaria, I've done a cooked breakfast for you and the boys, they'll be joining soon. Come on there's plenty'' she ushered.  

Suits me 

''So are you and Mark getting back together? she asked, with a certain edge to her voice.

''No mum we're not, he keeps trying but I made it a crystal clear as possible. When I ended that day it was like having to kick a kitten but the feeling of relief the second I left his door was enough to know I did the right thing, the last few weeks I couldn't even let him touch me I just didn't feel anything for him, I didn't feel that spark you know.'' I explained.   

''Well you did what was right for both of you, however I hope you don't leave it too much longer.'' She pleaded. 

''Mum I'm not passed the expiry date just yet, in fact far from it. Please don't try to fix me up with some middle aged bore or even worse my cousin.'' I sassed.  

Christmas was always a particularly bad time for her to round up potential 'lovers' in the past. She even attempted to marry me off once.

After having a long discussion of reasons why I didn't feel like going out shopping today and eventually relented losing the battle and gave into my mothers demand, we walked through the shopping mall grabbing the last minute supplies she consistently forgot . Mum loved to shop, she reminding me of a excited teenager who had a few hundred dollars to blow for the first time, while I took the role of a strict mother hen making sure she didn't blow it on rubbish, but she was going on holiday so I'll let her have it. The mall could be an uncomfortable place depending on how I felt but today I was feeling alright and able to enjoy the time with mum, my mind was never far away from the realization our time together wouldn't last forever and I needed to cherish it. By late afternoon we had stuffed our faces with treats, hyped up on sugar we seemed to quantum leap through the mall by the time we had finished my social exhaustion and sugar crash was beginning to show and we took that as the sign to leave. 

As soon as I got home I allowed myself several hours cuddled on the sofa before making dinner and but as I was eating I couldn't help but begin to feel irritated with low level banging and dragging noises from my parents getting their stuff ready, once again I turned to my trusty headphones to block out the noises. Peace finally. 

As evening rolled around the water ran into the bathtub and the sweet smell of vanilla filled my senses I inspected the reflection staring back at me. I wasn't perfect, far from it my nose was too big and lips too small but as I got older I stopped worrying so much and began accepting myself as I was. 

I was currently wearing purple to blue ombre styled in a asymmetrical lob that brought out my ice blue eyes. My nose and Monroe piercings sparkled, highlighting my face without overpowering it, I had my septum pierced but that was hidden for now. I wore very little make up but don't get me wrong I liked a bit of sparkle every now and then but it could feel uncomfortable at times, I mostly stuck to concealer, highlighter and lipstick. I preferred investing time and money into my skincare which gave me skin I'm happy in, the tattoos on my arms, hands, chest and legs decorated my well defined hourglass figure, each one telling a story about who I am and who I will continue to become. I figured once I was done I'd be probably mostly inked, I loved this part of my quirky personality I didn't care what others thought of my style I liked what I liked and that was that, be it a little different or not, in a society that's judgmental and selective I refused to be anything but myself.

The day my parents were due to depart this land had arrived, leaving just me and my brother Ben but since he worked away so much I was left in charge of the household. Watching the amusing commotion of loading the car with overweight carry on bags and suitcases fit to burst with no doubt of about two hundred pairs of mum's shoes, I mean how many did one person need? I came to the conclusion they were just her enjoyment in life along with her handbags but I personally couldn't figure out why and neither could dad shaking his head in frustration. ''Do you really need all this stuff Emma? I know we're going away but isn't this a bit excessive?'' he deadpanned. To which my mum looked over ''well I've only back the essentials'' she stated perplexed, after another half an hour filled with frustration and pre-holiday panic we were finally ready. 

I felt a little anxious I had no fear of flying but I knew my anxiety would ease once I knew they landed safely. The airport entrance was congested with traffic as everyone looked for parking spaces at the but luckily we parked without too much trouble. At the departure lounge we double checked everything was correct and accounted for before I embraced them both wishing them a safe and happy holiday. 

Mum grabbed my hand softly ''You have enough of everything? Medications, food, money? Do you know where everything is?'' Appearing more nervous than me.

''Yes mum, the kitchens in the house and the gardens outside.'' I eyed her sarcastically. 

Like me she was a worrier but I was good with my executive functioning skills and able to plan and have routine I stuck to like glue which gave me a sense of stability and control, everything that needed to be done was listed and scheduled. We embraced once again and I waited until they vanished from the terminal before departing myself. The car park was full to the brim by now which upped my anxiety level which wasn't helped by driving my parents unfamiliar car but once I was on the highway with no incidents I calmed down and got home. 

 I was officially knackered by the end of the day and spent the evening relaxing on the soft couch reading and eating my own body weight in fresh fruit and yogurt. Time ticked by and the news played quietly in the background and I found myself giving in to the heaviness of my eyes, I must have drifted off at some point when I was jolted awake abruptly from a sonorous rumble.

It was a car, a powerful car at that and I couldn't resist looking through the window, I was secretly a bit of a petrol head and this was a type of car that I knew I'd never heard around this area. It sat stationary near the Witwicky's place but thanks to the harsh glare of it's high beams I couldn't see much but the street lights allowed enough for me to make out the Police badge proudly on it's side. Before long the engine purred as it sped away disappearing into the night. 

With the excitement over I headed to bed for a peaceful night. 

Little did I know this was to be the last 'normal' day of my life.