
My life. A sequence of accidents leading to now, all starting with my birth.
My birth was a mistake of epic proportions. A slip up of medications and chance leading to a teen pregnancy. The sperm doner left the day he found out and my mother died in child birth.
Getting raised by my grandparents was probably for the best. As I found out many years later, the bolter that was my father got arrested by police for evading a rightful conviction, grand theft, and black mail of many high ranking officals. So while i was learning to walk, my father was walking the line.
Don't pitty me though. living with my grandparents was the most wonderful thing that could have ever happened to me. From which I became a dreamer. Dancing around the living room with my duster i became a princess at a grand ball. The chandeliers glissining above me, a prince awaiting my hand for a dance the band would only play for us. The black and white films my grandfather would always play i became a star. A scarf over my head, large sunglasseson my nose, my kitten heals delicately fassened to my feet, and the windowss open, I became a fiftys actress. rolling threw some europian contry with an equally foreign and fast taking me away to adventures and romance. And when the pond froze over in the back yard, i would glide over it with my skates. Quickly i was transformed into a figureskater in a glamorous outfit, I would dazzel the audiance with my proformance. Twisting, spinning and jumping my way to first prize.
It was the time of my life. Until it was gone. once again my life was uncontrolably altered when my grandma died. The funneral was today.
My grandpa and I had just returned from the grave sight, tired and empty. What Of? I was unsure of the answer to that. Tears? Joy? Air? All were true, but it was more than that. As I walked into my room i kicked off my black shoes and flopped backwards onto the bed. My raven hair landing all around me and the black dress i still wore. I released what could only be discribed as a gasp of air before the wave of sadness dragged me under again.
"Is this really it?" i whispered into the darkness. Tears and greif tugging at my heart strings. Eventually i fell into an exhausted slumber.
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"Beta," the voice came to me softly, like a warm summer breeze the words carressed me. That voice....
"Find me. Find me Beta." Where do I know that voice? They sounded smooth like a good whiskey, but warm like fresh cookies coming out of the oven. It was almost like they knew me. They knew me.
The words became faster and more urgent. "Go to the pond Beta! Find me! Save me!" I sat up with a start. My breathing was heavy as my heart raced. I know that voice! I Know That Voice!
"Grandma!?" The words left my mouth a jumbbled mix of fear and confusion, but the words had left as they had come, pushed away by the wind.
I glanced out my window and saw the pond. Its waters calm in the dark elumination of fireflys and the early reaches of sunlight. It couldn't be later than five AM. I heard the echos of the words in my brain."Go to the pond... Find me."
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I dont even remember running down the stairs or flying out the door, but i must have because here i was outside running towards the pond. The grass tickling my bare feet as i went. My lungs began gasping, trying to take in all that it could, my heart racing, and my head pounding, but i couldn't stop. Not now. Not when she needs me. Up the hill, through the bushes and trees untill the lake lay before me. Framed by the hills around it, it began to glow in the morning mist, the sun just peaking over the horizon.
Was i wrong? As my heart began to go back to its usual rythum and breathing slowed i saw the land i looked at every day.
"It was just a dream." I felt the weight of the words as soon as i said it. Reality returning to me. "Just a dream..." slowly i turned back towards the house. The house that felt empty without her here. My sholders immediately slouched. Hugging myself, I began the walk back. Only....
Something has my foot! Before i could even scream i was taken under the surface of the water.
About the Creator
Rayn Heart
Deep emotions, we are all driven by them. In a world where things always seem to go wrong its nice to sit back, take a breath, and submerge yourself in something new. Dive in with me as we explore a world of my own imagination.




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