Holding the bronze colored knife in my hand , I stared at the blade for a minute. Finally, I gasped; all secrets will be revealed. I had been in love with the idea of this man for ages.
But one mystery remained.
What did his insides look like? Was he as beautiful inside as he was outside? Did he have the magic?
He was lying on his back when I made a long deep gash in his chest. He didn't move. He didn't even feel it!
That's the power of magic...
I grabbed both side of his chest and pried them apart. My mouth watered. My heart raced! Finally I'd know the truth. Was there a real sparkle behind his ice blue eyes or was it all just an illusion?
A gold light burst from his chest and he seemed to gasp for air. But he wasn't in pain; yet still sleeping. I waited for some time for the bright light to dissipate and then with another anxious sigh; I peeped inside.
There was nothing!
The magic wasn't there. The thrill wasn't there. The passion wasn't there. Just a dark hollow cavity that resembled a cave. My eyes welled with tears. This can't be true I thought. How can this be? How could I have been so wrong for all these years?
Things aren't always as they appear. When will I find the magic that matches my own?
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Here comes the show down
What goes around; comes around
And the crowds are waiting
Ahhh...
B. Spears
She ran; all the way to the top of the hill. She loved Barren Road. No one ever came up there. It was always peaceful; quiet; silent.
Collapsing in the meadows; she buried her face in the palms of her hands. Jake wasn't listening. He never listened. Sometimes people only see what they want to see; hear what they want to hear.
Didn't he hear her when she said she didn't want to marry him? As nice as he was; she wasn't the one. She was never the one; although he wanted her to be. Lying flat on her back she stretched her arms along her side. A storm was coming. The sky was growing dark. Only one lone cloud floated listlessly above her head.
Maybe if she stayed there long enough, the rain would come. If it did; she didn't care. Let it rain on her head; let lightening strike. She was tired of running. She was tired of being afraid. Perhaps the universe would be kind and finally deliver her from all her misery.
She closed her eyes; trying to calm her thoughts.
All was quiet. No birds sang; no dogs barked. Save the subtle whistle of the wind that occasionally whisked by her ears. If she concentrated long enough; hard enough; would the wind tell her what to do?
She longed to clear her head. Was she throwing her life away? Most ladies would jump at the chance to marry one of the most eligible bachelors in the county; but she wasn't and why? He was nice; attentive; loving; kind. So what was her problem? Why wasn't she in love with him? Why did the thought of marrying him frighten her so?
A drop of water fell across her temples. She grimaced and looked at the sky. The rain was coming...
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Nervously, Chelsea rubbed her palms against her pants. She started to slip on her gloves, but Kent already had the heat on in the car. She didn't want him to think she was cold. Really she wasn't; just extremely excited.
She closed her eyes and exhaled.
The moon was full tonight. It sat high above their heads like a round pearl. Beautiful it was; magical it was.
Illuminating against the heavens like a diamond. She smiled to herself. She was truly happy. For the first time in a long time; she felt total peace; tranquility; and an uncanny sense of calm.
Why? Was Kent the one she'd finally been waiting for her whole life? She didn't know for sure. Hopefully he was! Her heart certainly wanted him to be. But for now; just for this moment; she'd settle for the idea only. As a matter of fact if he wasn't she'd record the nights images in her head and live on them the rest of her life.
Her whole life, she always felt undesired; unwanted and unloved. And now; at least for tonight; all that had changed. She laid her head against the head rest; admiring the indigo glow of the city. For a moment; she wished it was snow. 'Now that would be really nice!'
The intoxicating scent of Kent's cologne danced in the air. He was silent in the car; but not an awkward silence; a content one. The kind of silence you feel when you're with the person you're suppose to be with. The kind of contentment you feel when you're with someone you're not trying to impress because they know you already.
Yes! She was happy; totally happy. So happy that she didn't want the night to ever end. No longer was she the girl who sat in the background watching others being loved and adored; but now; it was her turn. It was her turn to experience the magic of love that others felt.
Kent reached over and rested his hand on her thigh. Wrapping his warm palms against hers, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.
Chelsea looked up. He never looked at her; yet stared intently ahead; eyes fixated on the road. She smiled as warm heat surged over her body. Yes; this was it! He was definitely a keeper...
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Marcia wanted her own space. Her grandma's house was certainly big enough for everybody. Besides if her little brother Nate took one more item out of her room she was gonna scream. She was sixteen now and she needed her privacy. What was the big deal about moving to the attic anyway? There was nothing up there. Grandma Ethel could be so honory at times. Actually she was quite bossy.
But maybe if she just talked to her she could some how convince her to let her stay up stairs. After all, she was always complaining about everybody leaving their things around anyway. Therefore, her moving into the attic seemed to be the perfect solution.
One day, she was trying to read, but the noise just became unbearable. How was she going to get through the latest issue of Tandie Drew if Nate and her cousin Olivia kept fighting. Without saying a word to anybody, she grabbed her book and crept up the stairwell.
The attic was white and seemed to glow all the more with the sunlight shining in through the window. Marcia sat on the stairwell and started to read. Occasionally she'd look up because she kept hearing a creaking sound echo across the floor. Her brow wrinkled as she looked up the long flight of steps that bent around the corner.
She knew her grandmother didn't want her to go up there. But what was the big deal? All she wanted to do was investigate the minor distraction and get back to her reading. Surely, that would be ok. Laying her book down she peeped down the steps. Grandma was nowhere in sight.
She peered up the long flight of steps again. Curiosity got the best of her. Slowly she made her way up the stairwell; pausing here and there making sure no one saw her especially her nosey little brother. The creaking floor crackled again. Marcia's heart raced. What the heck was making that sound? Was it a mouse? A possum? A raccoon?
After reaching the top of the steps she peered around the corner into the empty room. The sun beamed brightly through the curtain less window as dust particles illuminated in the air. With narrow eyes she peered through the dusty mist.
To her surprise in the far corner of the room there was a doll lying on the window seal.
The doll was a funny looking rag doll with a shoulder length bob. She had beady eyes and no eyebrows with ball joints. Marcia picked it up and inspected it. Running her fingers through her plastic mane she tried to tame any stray hairs.
"Hmm...I wonder whose doll this is? Is it Grans?"
After looking it over. She laid it back down and swiftly turned on her heels. With slow silent steps she slipped back down the stairwell; trying not to make the floor creak. After all, she wasn't suppose to be up there anyway.
She'd almost reached the step she was sitting on, when she felt a little guilty. Why didn't she bring the doll back down stairs with her? She was sure grans wouldn't mind. Besides it made her feel weird leaving the little rag doll up stairs all by herself. After peeping around the corner to see if anyone was watching. She quietly tipped back up the steps to retrieve the toy.
When Marcia reached the empty room. She gasped in surprise. The doll was not laying where she'd left it. The doll was sitting upright!
Marcia stared blankly for a moment as an icy chill crept up her spine. When she left, did she lay the doll down? Or did she sit her up straight? She scratched her temples. "Don't be silly!" her thoughts said. "She's a doll. She can't move. She can't think. She's not real!"
With hesitation, Marcia picked up the doll again and examined it. Her heart raced. The doll felt warm this time; and not cold or inanimate. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"Marcia! Marcia! Where are you? What are you doing?" a voice called from bellow.
Marcia spun around staring out the door. She didn't want anyone to know she'd gone up stairs so she didn't answer. Placing the doll back on the window sill. She crept back down the stairs. "Yes Grans I'm here! Did you need me?"
"Come'ere and help me with these groceries. I have a lot of bags in the car!"
Marcia bit her bottom lip as her brows crinkled slightly. She backed away from the doll. "I'm coming grans!"
Letting out a frustrated sigh she slowly descended the stairwell. Her thoughts raced a mile a minute. Her mind was troubled with questions. 'What just happened back there? The doll was not where I left it? How did that happen?'
When she reached the step she was sitting on she grabbed her book. A rumbling noise at the top of the stairs distracted her. Marcia looked up. She heard something giggle and run across the floor. She gasped drawing her book to her chest. Could it be what she thought it was? Could the rag doll be real???
She ran; as fast as her legs would take her. She ran for her life! Her calf were burning. The chilly air, creeping down her throat made her throat swell; but she ran all the more. Never looking back. Never pausing for a second. It was now or never.
The universe had been kind to her. For a second some angel from heaven had granted her pardon; and she accepted. The door was left ajar and she was shocked!
With dark storm clouds forming over her head. A blue bolt of lightening shot down from the heavens. Her heart leaped in her chest. It's thunderous roar resounded all the louder; but she didn't care. She didn't care if lightening it self struck her. She would never hesitate for a second. She'd never return to the place from whence she'd came.
She'd never let anyone fool her again; trap her again. And if someone did try to get her; she'd fight to the bitter end. Death would be sweeter than the eternal confinement from whence she'd escaped...
If I died would you lay by my side until I awaken?
Trapped; locked in the cold, cold ground.
Icy, silent, lonely, friendless.
I saw you put your face to the ground. Where you trying to listen for my heart beat? I think you were because you were so still for a moment; with your palms sprawled across the dew misted grass.
I heard you! And one day I will awaken and we will be together again...
