Magnolia in May [H.S]

prologue

My eyes stay closed, colors, vibrations spiraling the empty dark space. Nirvana, adrenaline, psyching me up. The brisk air biting my cheeks, I could just see the redness already. Now in this moment, I couldn't care less, not with the evergrowing pound of my pulse. Overwhelming me into a frenzied turmoil, I suck in tedious sharp breaths, feeling the once again frigid gusts wafting through my throat and then nostrils.

I kept on the consistent rhythm in my chest, focusing on each percussion beat. Boom, boom, boom, boom. Over and over and over as it increased with unforgiving speed.
The lights started dimming, I fluttered my eyes open to get one last look at the crowd. It roared with adornment, but I knew there was only one person up there I wanted to see. Quickly I scanned it thoroughly, reliving the shitstorm of a day it was. With the absence of those iconic soothing green eyes, the pit in my stomach grew.

Ouch.

I broke my longing gaze with the crowd, directing my eyes to the sweet transparent sparkle of the floor. Less than a dozen skate marks on it, glistening as the red glowing lights shone in. Cmon, you got this...
I suck in a last breath, choking back the hurt coursing through my blood. The anxiety and what if's that wanted nothing more than to pester my current thoughts. But I couldn't let the demons in, I was gonna put up a fight, I. Deserved. This.
The achingly anticipated music starts, a mundane beat is known all too well. And as soon as it does, I'm whisked away. My body takes over and I'm no longer the one in control.