Stars, Scars and Ice Skating

One of my earliest pieces.Not really sure what to make of it. (Edited)

 

I slammed the door closed to my penthouse apartment, muttering curses under my breath, throwing my purse down on the sofa. I took a deep breath trying to calm down, noticing that objects were starting to shake or rise from their normal places. Jeez, get a grip girl, loosing control of your telekinesis isn’t going to help anything, it’s just going to prove the little cow right.  The objects slowly stopped shaking and stayed still. I stalked over to the wall of glass, kicking off my sneakers.

I stared out across the Manhattan sky line, looking out of the window across at the next building that was 3 floors smaller in height than my building, the Dexter Building. I turned away from the main window and opened the sliding glass door leading out onto my roof top balcony. I walked out and over to the edge of the balcony and looked down on all the people rushing around in madness, still at 10’oclock in the evening. Next to me were the plants that Ororo had given me, to make me feel welcome at the school. They were in full bloom and where spectacularly beautiful colours of reds, golds, oranges and whites.

I turned away from them, in pain and disgust, not wanting to think about the school. Instead I leant on the balcony wall and tipped me head back to look up at the stars, which looked extremely close, as I was 164 storey’s up, but instead of their normal calm and comforting presence, I just felt out of place and distanced from everything. I closed my eyes and tried to workout how my life had gone so wrong, why couldn't people trust me to control my powers and my temper, it’s not like I was a masked murderer or a psychopath.

Just because the last red-haired psychic at the school had lost control and nearly destroyed the planet didn't mean that I was going to. The more I remembered what had been said the madder I got, so I turned away from the normally calming presence of the stars and walked inside. I locked the glass door and picked up me car keys, apartment key and my ice skating bag, put my sneakers on and left. As I drove towards the ice rink an hour outside New York City I realized how close I was to the school. 

When I reached the ‘Ice Rink’ the parking lot was empty, I parked near the doors and got out, locked my car and reached into my skating bag for the keys to the rink doors. I unlocked the doors, disabled the security alarm and relocked the doors. I went down to the rink side set my bag on the floor and got out my ice skates and my MP3 player with all my performance songs on. I laced up my skates, grabbed my MP3 player and skated out to the middle of the rink. I turned my player on and strapped it onto my belt, turned the volume up as loud as it would go and started skating.

 

I started off one routine and threw myself into it in a way that would have made my coach proud, when the song had finished to that routine, I began again and again with the next song and so on, I was concentrating so hard I never heard someone come in and sit down on the rink side benches. I was skating for around an hour before the song I was dreading came on, it was the song that I used to skate to with my skating partner and best friend. Hearing it again after hearing some of the things he had said about me made me break down, I just stopped in the centre of the ring, fell to my knees and started crying.

 

It was then that I realized that someone was there, as a pair of blurry ice skates stopped in front of me and then a pair of long legs knelt down in front of me. The next thing I knew a pair of big hands had taken my MP3 off my belt and taken my headphones away before the two strong arms attached to them, gathered me up in a hug and rocked me gently while I stopped crying. When I had stopped crying, I looked up at the figure who had been holding me and found myself looking at my skating partner, Pete, he was also one of the main reasons I was at the rink at 11.30 at night de-stressing.

 

I pushed away from him and got to my feet. "What do you want?" I said, wiping my eyes. "I wanted to see if you were alright. I also wanted to apologize for anything you heard me say, I wasn’t talking about you." He said skating towards me, I skated backwards away from him, but slipped on some wet ice. He caught me and managed to keep us both upright. I tried to get away from him, but when you’ve got 6 foot 8 inches and 230 pounds of well-built Russian man holding onto you and you're only 5foot 10 inches and 105 pounds, it can be hard, especially if he’s really handsome with his messy black hair and kind grey eyes. "Let go of me!" I demanded, struggling.

 

"No, not until you tell me why you left, we have all been really worried about you." I stood still, "Oh, please why does everyone suddenly seem to care about me?" That must have shocked him because he let go of me. "What do you mean suddenly? We all care about you Kara, some of us more than others." He said, quietly, reaching out towards me. This time I was the one who was shocked; no-one had actually told me that they actually cared about me. I was so touched, but then I realized the main reason no-one ever did.

 

"Why would anyone care about me? No wait how could anyone care about something so flawed and damaged like me?!" Remembering my mum words made me start crying again, so I turned away from Pete, only to have him swing me back round and lightly kiss away the tears, he then held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "You're not flawed or damaged at all, you're beautiful." I shook my head as much as I could, yeah Ok my face was beautiful with its emerald green eyes and deep red hair, but the rest of me wasn't, not anymore. "You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew, if you knew what made me damaged." "Who told you all this?" he asked, I looked back at him, took a deep breath and whispered, "My mum."

 

"What! Why?" I moved away from him and undid my zip-up jacket, underneath was my bra, but that, hopefully, wasn't what he focused on. What he did focus on were the scars all over my torso. One above my heart, one starting from on my hip and disappearing beneath my trousers, one on the bottom of my rib cage and 4 long thin scars across my back. "Here’s why. This is why my mum said that. How could anyone care about someone who looks like this?!" I said, zipping up my jacket.

 

I turned to skate away when he grabbed me and pulled me back round, looking down at me and the look I saw in his eyes scared me more than my step-dad ever had. " Who did this to you?" he ground out, his hands putting a bruising grip on my arm, making me flinch and then his grip loosened and his expression softened. "I'm sorry; I don’t imagine you need to be hurt any more. Who did this to you?" I looked away from the pity in his grey eyes. He turned my face back round to meet his gaze, "Kara, please, tell me who did this to you. I just want to understand why you don’t trust people and why you ran away." I looked up at him. "The scars on me all come from my step-dad except the one on my chest which is from my twin sister."

Author's Note

I've tweaked it slightly can anyone give me more advice on how to make it better?

Reviews

[Zissors]

I thought it was okay, but I recommend writing out all you numbers, or at least write out pounds, feet and inches. I also think I would've liked it better if you had done a little better with your formatting, like breaking down your huge paragraphs to smaller ones. The descriptions were also average, and at points I had wished you had gone into more depth. Overall it was okay.

Thanks for posting.