They say struggles make us strong and hardship beauties our path but why didn't they talk about the pain that cuts through our chest. The pain that hardens our heart and makes us almost heartless.
Here I was wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon, my head resting on the board of the bed as sweat dripped off me. Tears were streaking my face and I was unable to understand where all this pain was coming from and yet why it was not a physical one. I was hurting badly and my witness being the dark sky that was peeking over me from the window.
Breath in. Breath out. After filling my lungs with fresh air, I was a bit fine. Just a bit. I buried my head in between my knees trying to calm my panic state. I tried to think of any good memory and there it came.
"Mommy." I shouted skipping down the stairs and almost tripping over my long heavy dress that my mom gifted me as a reward for being position three in my class.
"Yes sweety?" Came my mom's voice as I reached at the threshold of the kitchen. Mom was busy decorating her handmade chocolate cake wearing her purple apron.
Wondering why she couldn't cook wearing her normal clothes, I asked her the question."Because you may end up ruining your clothes and who wants that?"
"But your purple bathrobe is always clean and you never ruin it." Mom laughed, her laughter echoing in our silent house. My mom always had that laughter, the one I picked from her. Her laughter was so carefree and super loud, not giving a damn about her surrounding or the people around her. She bent down so as to match my height.
"Bathrobe really?" Pushing the loose strands of hair behind my earlobe she placed a soft kiss on my forehead before returning to her work.
"It's the same. Both have the strap thingy you tie to secure them on your body." I tried to reason with her but mom shook her head grinning. I pushed the stool close to the counter where mom was busy decorating her cake not noticing me climbing up until I sat at the edge of the counter. She frowned at me and said in her authoritative sound, "get down, you are going to hurt yourself!" I protested while mom extended her arms to get me down.
Wriggling out of her grip I ended up pushing the cake off the counter and it came crumbling down to mud.Mom looked at me furiously but I could see the smile she was fighting hard to conceal.
"Am sorry mama bear. Please forgive me." Jumping down from the counter I landed on my knees, having a scraped knee.Mom carried me in her arms and took me to the living room.
"So much trouble." She huffed as she cleansed my minor wounds.I smiled to myself relaxing at the memory. I stood up from bed and moved to the small balcony which was adjusted to my room. The cold breeze found it's way into my bare shoulders seeping my warmth. The sky was blank just like my mind and I could spot the few stars that were twinkling, maybe smiling at me. My gaze fell on the lone star that was shining brighter than the others. Maybe being alone isn't that bad if you can outshine the others.
"Dear mama bear, I miss you every second of my life. My life without you is meaningless. Everything smother me nowadays but am fighting the battle of this life just the way you wanted me to. Am studying and looking forward to pass my end year exam, I will do anything that will make you proud but keep in mind that without you nothing can buy me happiness not even good grades."The first drop of rain touched my skin and I backed out of the balcony closing the door. It started pouring down as lightening raced on the sky. I caught a glimpse of the puddle the rain was causing through my wide window before drawing the curtain.
3.24 a.m was the time when I laid my head on my pillow lost in my own thoughts. My eyes roamed around the ceilings counting the lines until my eyes felt heavy and my brain was damn tired. It was late but not too late until slumber overtook me.
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"Hey Rowdey!" My feet instantly stopped working and I crane my neck to see the tall dark haired guy walking up to me smiling too. I sucked in a breath as he stretched his hands to shake mine. I hesitated at first but let his cold hands conduct the heat away from my warm one.
"Nice to see you again." He muttered staring down at me, not paying attention to where he was going.Oops! I shouted as Sawyer crushed into a slim blonde girl. My eyes widened when their lips almost crushed. If it hadn't been Sawyer moving away bewildered, they would have had an accidental kiss. Eww! I thought to myself.
"Err. Sorr..yy." there was a slight blush on her cheeks as she stuttered an apology.
It's not your fault. I thought the exact time
Sawyer voiced it."Sorry I wasn't paying attention." He muttered sweetly to her and she stared straight into his eyes blushing plus smiling. I mentally rolled my eyes as she stretched her hands shyly and mumbled her name. I guess I heard her say Monica or Molisa something of the sort as her voice was super low and chirpy.
"Am Sawyer and she's Rowdey." The bell rung as I muttered "hi". I strode to the class not paying attention to Sawyer.
Once I was at the front of the class only a step away from entering, someone pulled at my arms. Ugh! It was him again. What was wrong with him? "What?" I exclaimed and all I got in return was a smile as if he missed my annoyance.
"Can you join our group in the cafeteria for lunch today? I add if you don't mind." I stared at him wondering if he really was serious. We didn't know each other well, let alone well we didn't know each other at all except our names and he expected me to act like we were buddies? Not me.
"I will be busy." I muttered and strode in the class finding my yesterday's spot.
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Hey👋. This my chapter 2 and I hope it's better than the 1st chap.
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The Light That Shine Bright In The Dark
Teen FictionEngulfed by darkness and swallowed by her dark past, Rowdey Austen decides to live life just for the sake of breathing. She has lost all interest in life and loneliness is killing her but she's not ready to step out of her misery and make friends. S...