Moonlight MeadowA Story by Hannah JocksKayla moves to countryside, New York into a small house surrounded my felilds and a back woods. At night she travels the woods, and discovers Moonlight Meadow where she stubles upon many secrets...I stare out
the car window and go into a zone as I begin to think about what got us here,
as I try to recall the events leading up to this. I don’t want to believe my
aunt Kate’s reasoning for moving permanently. I have to dig deep into my past.
But will it be worth it? Trying to find things in my memory I’ve never
attempted to find before? I am
extremely weary around my Aunt Kate. For what reason, I don’t know. I always
have uncomfortable feelings when I’m around her. The feelings shiver over me
instantly. Right when I sense she’s around. I am still
gazing out the window looking at all I’ve been looking at the past few hours,
fields, fields, fields and every so often a tree. It’s when I spot something
that I decide I truly want to remember my past, think about now and the future
and make sense of it all. However, what I saw, I don’t know what it was or why
it made me make up my mind. I look over
to my aunt and notice her eyes are widened like a hawk and her grip on the
steering wheel is tight as we accelerate from 30 mph. to 65 mph. It’s a sudden
and nerve wrecking thing, but I decide to shake it from my crazy thoughts. My hand
fumbles for the seat lever and my head draws back slowly. When I pull the lever
my seat lowers and pressure from my head releases. I feel more relaxed and
motivated to think. I allow my
mind to rewind to my earliest memory. It is a difficult task that feels like it
takes an hour. When I finally remember back to a moment when I was six my hands
grip the seat of the car and I squeeze my eyes shut hard enough to make my head
hurt. I see myself
sitting at an old table with my Aunt Kate, in the Chicago apartment we used to
live in. My Aunt is reading the newspaper as I hum a childhood song and color. At first I
can’t recall what I am humming but then one note hits me. I am humming “The
wheels on the bus go round’ and round’” Which I loved when I was little,
however now I hate that song to a point of insanity. When I was a
child I didn’t notice this, but now I realize that my Aunt was clearing her
throat every 10 seconds and my humming was getting louder. This showed a sign
of irritation and annoyance. I am still
coloring and humming when my Aunt hands begin to shake from anger and that’s
when she rises with a jump and slams her rock hard fist in the table. Aunt Kate
takes a strong breath, lifts her head and yells “KAYLA! Just shut up! Enough!
Enough of your annoying song! You are driving me over the edge and I can’t take
it anymore.” My lip
quivers and my tiny, pudgy pink hands squeeze my little girl stockings as I
turn my face red and reply with a temper “You are uncaring and stupid. You
aren’t my mom and can’t tell me what to do.” My childish cheeks blush and a
grin grows on my face. “Oh please!
Kayla, uncaring? Who took you in when you had nobody else? Huh? Me!! And listen
you little brat, you have caused me enough trouble, so remember this Kayla . .
. . I’m not the one who abandoned you, and if you can’t be grateful I can very
well send you away!” I shiver at
my memory. Aunt Kate wasn’t usually that nasty, she was quite nice and caring.
I remember the tone in her voice, the way I felt at that time and the vibe of
her frustration. It’s almost as if I am reliving that moment. When I was a
child I didn’t think much of her words, except abandonment. I remember
understanding and knowing what she meant when I was a kid. But now I don’t
know. When I was a kid it was the tone in her voice that made me feel
threatened. I continue
to try to remember what happened next, how I felt, what I did but BLANK! I
can’t remember a single thing after. Although I feel like I know, deep inside I
do. This feeling I am experiencing right now is from not knowing for sure what
happened. The unknown is what kills me on the inside. I don’t settle with the
unknown. But I have to, I don’t remember. It’s as simple as that. But, I feel
like I’m not meant to remember. It takes
time to push the memory away and let it go and my mind takes me through a slide
show giving glimpses of other memories, feelings etc. Emotion brushes over me
through the whole process. I start with
seeing my aunt Kate on the phone with that wide eyed look and her fist griped
tight to the counter. She isn’t in the same Chicago apartment. This must have
been a different time period. We moved a lot and never stayed in the same place
for long. Her mouth is
moving in a fast motion with attitude gestures but I can’t hear her
conversation. I try to read her lips and only make out: Child, mean, no,
stupid, crazy, dangerous, leave. Then BLANK. The image is blank. I have no
memory of what happened next or anything. I stain my mind trying to force
myself to remember. No use, it only aggravates me more. Next I see
my aunt and I in a car, with silence filling the air. Then my aunt, on the
phone again with a calm attitude. Now, I see my thin, bony hands holding a cell
phone staring at a message that reads “DANGER! You and your brat won’t win” I gasp for
air. I can’t breathe. My body is cold and stiff. I can’t move. I attempt a deep
breath as I move to the next and last scene. I see myself, older, sitting on a
rough couch with a cake in front of me and my Aunt Kate next to me. I have an
obvious fake smile and my Aunt has a dull expression. I look at the cake to
find a “12th” birthday candle jammed carelessly in the cake. No one
is doing anything. My aunt and I just sit there. That’s when I remember. . . I
am seeing my 12th birthday I had two months ago. I see my aunt’s
mouth open as she says to me “We are moving. But for good.” “WHAT?! I
don’t want to move anymore. And you always say it’s for good. No, I’m not
going.” I reply. Aunt Kate
sighs. “Kayla, don’t waste your breathe. We are moving, you are going and
there’s nothing you can do about it.” I grunt
angrily. “Why. Why move?” Aunt Kate
hesitates then says “I, want to settle in a house. And find a good job. I saved
enough money. We are leaving to go to the country part of New York. I am just
getting older and don’t want to be stuck in an apartment. I’m. . . Behind on
rent” My eyes roll
with grief. Then, BLANK! I don’t see anything. Nothing. I take time
to recuperate from my slideshow memory lane experience. My breaths begin to
steady themselves as my body slowly relaxes. It only takes a couple minutes to
fully, find peace after what just happened, which surprises me. Is it unusual
for a person to find peace quick after a nerve wrecking slideshow of their
memory? I shake off
the thoughts when I hear a car door slam. My head lifts, giving me a blood rush
feeling through my cold body. The feeling is powerful and very much noticeable;
it’s almost as if a river of blood is flowing from my head to my feet. My eyes
scatter everywhere soaking in what I see. At first, I see but my brain doesn’t register
what I see. © 2012 Hannah JocksAuthor's Note
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Added on November 26, 2012 Last Updated on November 26, 2012 AuthorHannah JocksNYAboutK, My name is Hannah I'm 14 and I love to write mostly stories, books, and scripts but I am working on getting better with poetry. My favorite genres are Mystery, thriller, adventure and I LOVE twi.. more..Writing
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