Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Girl Who Saved Our Lives ❯ The Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Notes:

 

This story was not created with the intention to insult, offend or hurt any person what so ever! Nor is it based upon any true story or side story.

 

My story is not based on Columbine, or any other gruesome attack such as that. It in no is intended to glorify the actions of those people.

 

This isn't some gruesome slaughter story made for a thrill.

 

It's a story of turmoil, pain, love and bravery.

 

I can't really explain it…you'll just have to read.

 

Please, give it a chance!

 

(c) K.L

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

I just can't believe

 

-It's been two months...?

 

My eyes stung from the salty tears that longed to pour from them. It was a tiresome battle, but I've fought them back since June. I've refused to give into the pain that lies in my heart and if I cried now, I wouldn't stop. I would be back at square one.

 

That was far from where I wanted to be.

 

I forced myself to glance down at my hands, one gripping tightly to the strap of my oversized purse and the other dangling uselessly at my side. Even beneath the long sleeve of my cotton shirt I could tell that I was trembling. Darn it.

 

Closing my eyes, I attempted to focus my strength on controlling the emotional movement. I tried the calming techniques my counselor had showed me. They didn't work, big surprise.

 

I decided to force myself into momentarily forgetting where I was and examined my dangling hand. I criticized each line and curve, pretending the flaws were more painful then what I was feeling inside.

 

I saw the sweat the was making my skin feel clammy, and the faded remnants of a distant summer's tan. The color reminded me of a light caramel; but caramel reminded me of my mothers eyes. Damn it!

 

Could I never win with myself?

 

I sighed and dropped my bag to the ground.

 

My insulting fingers continued (I determined from my previous examination that they were too thin) to tremble even as I brushed them along the cool surface of the headstone. I tried again to control the shaking, but my nerves refused to allow it.

 

No matter how much self control I've managed to have in the past, nothing could prevent the tremor of my own nerves. I closed my eyes again and drew in a breath. If I could just overcome my own body for a brief second, I would be fine.

As my skin connected further with the snowy marble, a chill traveled through the air and down my spine.

 

It was almost unbearable to come to this place. Each crack in the stone caused a ripple of memories in my mind. Though, I felt them more so in my heart. A million feelings channel through my veins and I'm unable to identify one.

I felt empty and cold; like the grave.

“-Mom, Grandma.” Oh God, I was going to cry. I didn't want to cry. Fight it, fight it! Urged the strong voice inside of me. I breathed in heavily, but spat back out the air I took in. I was choking on it and the tears.

I am so sick of crying…

My eyes became clouded with the assaulting salty droplets and I quickly squeezed them shut. It was a pathetic attempt to block out their escape from my body and my heart.

 

Like a gift from heaven, a gentle summer breeze drifted through the air and dried the remains of tears I forced to go unshed. I inhaled deeply again, this time trying to swallow the large lump in my throat.

 

My feet ached beneath and my knees buckled from the weight of the world. Tired of fighting, I allowed myself to collapse on the ground. I welcomed the cool feeling of grass against my heated skin and bowed my head from the vibrant light of the sun.

I realized then, how badly I longed to be home.

 

I wanted to be in my old house, safe in my warm bed with my favorite pillow and my mom's special hot cocoa in my hand. I wanted to feel her weight next to me as she sat down on the foot of my bed, ready to talk about noting in particular...just like we used to.

You know, I had the perfect mother.

 

I had the perfect everything.

 

Now, I have two tombstones marking the graves of the two women whom I loved the most in my life; my mother and my grandmother.

 

“Why can`t you just come back?” -I whispered, my voice soar and hoarse. A sob escaped my chapped lips and I ducked my head to my knees to ease the pain in my chest.

What did I have left in this world now that they have left me? Nothing. Not a damn thing.

 

I had Erik, my pathetic excuse for a biological father.

But you know what he has given to me? -Bruises and black eyes, shattered dreams and hopeless arguments.

 

To spite my memories of my mother, he threw away almost all my pictures of our family and destroyed all remnants of my life with her. The one who I was supposed to call father, only wanted me to become nothing.

It makes me sick to think my poor mother ever loved him.

 

Shaking the negative thoughts of him from my mind, I pulled two white roses from my bag and placed them on the double graves before me. I wasn't surprised at all when I noticed that the color of the flowers blended perfectly with the white marble.

 

Roses were their favorite.

I used the remainder of my strength to pull myself up from the ground and onto my feet. Even though it was hard to come here, it was even harder to leave. I spared the graves of my beloved family one last glance before I turned to leave.

 

And in that moment, I couldn't help but feel as though I would be joining them soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-End Prologue