Chapter Four: Stars
Beatrice cascaded up the floral mountainside with her astronomical book tucked under her left arm and her right hand grazing the tall plants. Considering it was four o'clock in the afternoon, she had great lighting to admire the colorful scene. The flowers ranged from daisies to sunflowers and everything in between.
She had a while before the sun even began it's journey to the other side of the planet, so she sat on an old wooden bench by a tall oak tree and opened her book. Beatrice had read every word of every page at least five times, but there was always time and interest to reread the past.
As she skimmed past page 58 for what seemed like the umpteenth time, her sweatshirt sleeve began to lift, and although no one was there to witness it, she threw the sweatshirt sleeve down as she tried her hardest to control the sour tears. No one knew.
No one knew that she had been through loads of pain. No one knew that she had scars littered down her pale wrist. No one knew she cried to herself very often. No one knew that the reason she had scars littered all over her body was from her mother. Literally, her mother had left the scars there.
Beatrice wiped her naked face with her favorite band sweatshirt. Although the new logo they had approved of was beyond ugly, she cherished the piece of clothing with every inch of her being.
Beatrice was a band geek. She obsessed over 5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction and other bands that had yet to be named. The amount merchandise she owned was unbelievable and the space she had in her closet was almost nonexistent.
So, as Beatrice waited for the stars to awaken from the long slumber, she turned on her music playlist, placed it on shuffle and listened to the beautiful sounds her favorite bands had given her.
And soon, many replays of the same songs past, hours ticked by, the sun had set, and the stars began to shine. Beatrice used the small bit that was left of her phone battery as a flashlight to compare the small words in the book to the artwork of the night sky.
It sounds boring, beyond incapable of handling, but Beatrice enjoying every passing second of it. There was so much more to the stars they let on.
Her bum began to go numb and she felt like her elbows could explode at any second with the amount of pressure she forced unto them, so she slid off the old, wooden bench and laid herself out on the soft, green grass. Beatrice opened her gigantic book and flipped to the chapter that would behold her favorite constellation; The Big Dipper.
There was so may reasons why she loved the Big Dipper. Reason number one: her father had taught her a lesson on it when she still had the time to see him - it was always a running thought in her mind since then. Reason number two: it was kept away from it's partner - Beatrice felt as if the same would apply to her, like she would never find a partner and they'd be separated for eternities.
What confused Beatrice so much was how many things she related to with her favorite hobby.
She related so much to the stars. They resembled the small specks of denial indented on her body. They spread out just like the tiny aspects of her mind. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, they shine just as bright as other people see her.
And to say the least, the night was quick, but the beauty of it all was everlasting and the intake of it all was pure. She could spend every waking moment on that mountain, but she had a home somewhere - wherever it was.
