CHAPTER TWO

A Chapter by Mysticaleyeball0

There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, there are things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go.

CHAPTER TWO

I wasn’t, or actually had never been afraid to admit that I knew way to much invaluable information. For example: knowing geometry would never save me from getting murdered if that was ever the case.

And it was the second or third rather, coincidence of that night. Because, in some sick sense, I was dealing with a murderer who seemed to plan on doing what murderers do best. And geometry didn’t do jack crap.

But the catch, that ever helpful catch was that the murderess was unexpected, and their plan just the same.

“Do it, right now.”

It took probably anywhere from a little to a whole heck of a lotta control for me to be still. Everything had a different sensation; my lips tingled with the pure want to fling every question I withheld. My eyes flickered everywhere in need to see all I craved to behold. And my hands burned with want to do what I commanded them not to.

Yet I did absolutely nothing other than stare straight ahead and listen in on my racing thoughts. Anything else would put in motion the very things I feared most.

“So, how can you risk your life nearly every other day, throwing yourself off a cliff and not jump out of a sodding car?”

“You know, mother, Locke said he’s thinking about moving back in with us. Andrew never has been the best company. Though,” I tapped my chin thoughtfully despite its violent termers. “There is no denying that he is a wonderful activities director. Locke is working on convincing him to take us to Alaska. Always wanted to go there you know -.”

“Oh, don’t even -.”

“Oh, and you mentioned oh so causally earlier that you wanted to get the scoop on my social life. It turns out that Joseph doesn’t approve of Phoenix and May’s relationship. Who knew? Oh and I blew three hundred dollars all in the name of spite. Equally shocking, wouldn’t you agree?”

I knew, firmly, that mom loved my strange, half Gothic half artist best friend of 14 years, Phoenix. But not as much as she loved May, with her sweet innocent charm. But my words didn’t appear to faze her in the least.

She inhaled, exhaled and fished blindly in her coach purse for a few moments. Until, alas she unearthed her iPhone five and proceeded to dial a number. “Hi, Vanessa . . . oh, I’m wonderful, usually stuff. I just picked up Scar from the Time Machine a few minutes ago. . . Oh, yeah I know how it is. I had three different skin grafts to do today. But, I think it would be simply wonderful for Joy and Scarlett to have a little slumber party . . . I thought so, okay ta-ta.” She returned her phone to the black hole in which it haled and sighed. “This is your last opportunity, hun. Mason River is just down the road.”

For a short while, spanning exactly 15 seconds, I scrunched my eyelids tightly. In all honestly, a cold not to mention partially frozen river wasn’t the least bit appealing. But when push came to shove, where did I want to find my feet planted?

Horrific images of lime green walls, girly girl chit-chat and Romeo and Juliet 1940’s version did not inspire anything pleasant inside of me. Still, that was the best part, once the company was entered. Joy, daughter of my mother’s practically sister, was a ball of interesting for lack of a better word.

And that, lo and behold was the first of my limited options.

Then images, a little less horrific mind you, bombarded my mind. Grainy sand, that fish smell, possible death. That was when I realized, I was a spiteful witch.

“I just want to know one thing. I never planned on actually asking you anything about it, but I’m feeling feisty. Am I-?”

You know those towns? The ones where all you have to do is blink once, and then they’re gone? I guess that was sort of what it was like when the woman who gave birth to you, unlocks the car, unbuckles your seat belt, and shoves you against the door. All it had taken was a simple blink and suddenly that quaint little town of good ole folks and peace was gone, nothing more than a seemingly real mirage.

That was exactly what happened and the inspiration that flooded my veins was rightfully inspired by my mother.

I curled my lips in a way that may have appeared like a half hearted smile, but if I wanted to be truthful, I wasn’t sure what it was exactly.

Mason River . . .

“Why there?” I said flatly. She cleared her throat abruptly and frowned. “It’s not what you think. I wouldn’t ask you to relive that if it weren’t for the greater good. I’m not that heartless,” then her voices broke. “Christ, how cheesy is this? Just do it, you’ll be fine, you’re a big girl now.”

She who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in live.

I could see it in a near distance, and I wondered how I brought myself to do it a year ago. Everyone knew that the water was far too shallow for a safe dive. The bridge looming over it was just as risky, given it was built by earliest settlers and checked for soundness every other year. Should I?

“Hmm,” mom craned her neck to the side once again, spotting the infamous sky blue smart-arse car. “But, I honestly think you should just do it, less risky and-.”

I curled my hand around the handle and pushed. I knew that we were just then coming up over the bank, hardly even safe enough yet. But it was just the best in my little bird brain.

I was surprised at how easily the door swung open against the whipping blasts and
blows that the wind delivered. I was even more surprised at how easy it was for the road to snatch my body to it.

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