Chapter One: Before She Was Lost.A Chapter by JanelleChapter One- Before she was lost.
Before
Blake Kayson lost her soul, she had a good normal life. Then, one morning, she
woke up and everything just blew out of her control. However, just before any
of this can be explained, we must go back a few months before the accident. 8 months earlier. Firstly,
Blake Kayson was the average teenage girl that everyone expects. She couldn’t
bother herself to keep her room immaculate, sometimes she gave her dog people
food, and she regularly watched Cinderella even though she knew fairy-tales
weren’t true. At
sixteen years old, Blake had developed a crush on Channing Tatum, and an
attitude that had been named the “Blakemark”. It had simply been created
because it was Blake’s trademark personality, one that she had perfected. She
was a good person with a big heart, but she lived for sarcasm and was openly blunt.
Blake’s parents were separated, which was the ultimate reasons why there was no
such thing as true love either. John, her father, couldn’t live a life where he
had “responsibilities”. Her mother Rose simply rolled her eyes at this
declaration. “The
only way a man can live his life with no responsibilities is to be a bum” she
stated with dignity that Blake truly admired. Since the young girl hadn’t seen
her father in five years, she would not have been surprised to be informed that
he was, in fact, a bum. The
only reason Blake was so indifferent to the idea of her father being a homeless
man spending all his possible change on alcohol and drugs, was because she had
not been alone when her dad had walked out the door. At eleven years old, Blake
had been only a little confused and very, very hurt. She did however have a
friend to help her through it. Karly
With-no-last-name was a Blake’s friend since they were five years old
(naturally they were always the same age). The day Karly magically materialized
was the day Blake’s little sister, Haven was born. At the time, Blake was
infuriated. Blake was the baby, not Haven! Plus, why did she get a girl name
while Blake was stuck with a boy one? Ever since then, the girls had been best friends. Karly always knew what to say. When Blake was eleven, Haven was six. That was when their daddy went away. It was then that Blake decided to share Karly with her little sister. Really, it had been Karly’s idea. When Blake had begun to protest and remind her of the reason why Karly was there in the first place, her friend made a very good point. Yeah, maybe Haven was a girl name, but at least Blake wasn’t tacky as it didn’t rhyme with Kayson. Haven did. So,
for the years to come, Karly, Blake, and Haven would play together. However,
the older Blake grew, the more Karly’s existence began to fade. Blake had
learned from Karly how to take care of her sister and didn’t really need the
help anymore. Then,
about a week after she turned seventeen, Blake met a boy. Her crush on Channing
Tatum disappeared, and Karly ceased to exist.
Clark
Jacobs was Blake’s world. They began a relationship that was ultimately
perfect. When Blake wasn’t working at the library and Clark with his dad
building houses, they spent every second they could together. With Clark, Blake
discovered she had a thing for paranormal movies and her crush on, she always
had room for more food, and if she was too tired to wear mascara, Clark still
told her she was gorgeous. The best part though, was that now, she did believe
in true love and maybe there was such thing as a fairy-tale. When
Blake thought she finally had everything under control, her whole world
exploded and shattered her heart.
Blake Kayson could tell the story in her sleep. She knew every detail from that night as though she were reliving its memories every day. It was 11:58. She was struggling to fall asleep because it was too damn hot in her bedroom. She could hear Rookie, the dog from across the street, barking so loud that she wanted to scream and swear at him to shut up. It was just Blake, her mother and Haven in the house when she got the call. “Hello?”
She asked in a groggy voice because she hadn’t spoken in a few hours. Also, she
was a little bit nervous. Who calls anyone this late? “Blake?
It’s Lily, Clark’s mother”. Blake relaxed and a small smile brightened her
features. “I
swear Mrs. Jacobs, Clark isn’t here tonight, for once” she smirked softly. Lily
didn’t seem to get the joke. “No
you don’t understand. It’s Clark; there’s been a terrible accident”. Mrs.
Jacobs proceeded to tell Blake how Clark had been turning a corner when a drunk
driver swayed into his lane and caused a head on collision. Blake
felt paralysed. For a few minutes she could only sit in her bed, stuck as she
let the news sink in. Then, she sprang into action. Running
to her mother’s room, Blake grabbed the keys and didn’t give a very good
explanation. They told Haven to stay put, that they would call when they got
there. Blake drove because if anyone else was driving, it would have felt like
they weren’t going fast enough. Once they arrived, Blake sprinted to the
emergency wing and busted through the doors. They were greeted by a sobbing
Mrs. Jacobs. It seemed that Blake had misunderstood. There was nothing more the
doctors could do for her beautiful boy. It was too late, her baby was gone. This
time, Blake was devastated beyond repair. She had no one to help her get
through the pain, as she did when her father had deserted their family. She
was, in the simplest of terms, lost. As much as Mrs. Kayson and Haven tried to
help, it just wasn’t enough. Karly couldn’t even do or say anything this time
because she was only a figment in Blake’s imagination. Blake didn’t want to
pretend, she just wanted to be alone. And
so she was. Eight months later Blake had learned to live with the numbness and
didn’t feel like letting anyone else in. That
is the beginning of Blake Kayson’s story. Don’t fool yourself like she did,
there is no such things as fairy-tales, this is real life. Keep reading if you
think you can take it. © 2012 JanelleAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 14, 2012 Last Updated on August 14, 2012 Tags: lost, boyfriend, Clark, devastated, imaginary AuthorJanelleCanadaAboutAbout me... Well I guess we should say that I am the typical mary-jane teenager. My mother is a teacher, my father is a cop, and so I've lived my life quite sheltered yet fascinated with crime. (No.. more..Writing
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