Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Monday, 1 November 2010

Short story - my dream - part one of part three

From me - I'm sorry, this is going to have to be posted in two parts, as the amount is way to much the other half should be on in a couple of days. And sorry for the massive gaps, I don't know thats happening... Okay, here we go, enjoy!! 


Two more years past. We left School-began College. In our second year, everything changed. No we never drifted again, yes, I did get my first kiss, and no it wasn't from Coop' to my utter disappointment. We didn't go out, but I always loved him more than anyone else I had ever had feelings for. My feelings for Coop' never changed. Unfortunately for those other boys though, it wasn't just brotherly love. I was always and always would be in love with Cooper Hayes.

There was a knock on my door. Now that the boys had moved out, there was only one person it could be.
"Come in?" I called; picking up some papers from my midnight writing session and threw them into the wire basket I used as a bin. My uncle popped his head around the door,
"The boys and girls are coming around for dinner today, want to invite Coop' round?"
"Um, yeah sure, thanks." I grinned straightening. He nodded and then shut my door again. Walking over to my big double bed I picked up my mobile from my nightstand. Falling face first onto my pillows and messy duvet I scrolled my phone for Coopers number. I gave up and just dialed it, and lay it on the side of my face.
Someone coughed as they picked up. "Hello, this is Coop's phone?" it was his dad.
"Ah. Hey Joe. It's Cira. Is Coop' there?"
Joe-known in my eyes for creepiness, yes I loved Coop' but I hated going over to his place, I always felt like his dad watched me, it made my spine tingle-cleared his thought "He's just in the shower right know, shall I get him to call you back?"
"Um, yes please, that would be great thanks very much. See you later." then I hung up. I had to control the images of Coop in the shower that sprung willingly into my head. I scrunched up my face and trying to force them back down again. I was just about to have him over for dinner; I could hardly speak to him when these images were --
"Hello?" I said as my phone started singing to me.
"Hey, you rang?"
"I did indeed," I smirked hearing his door shut. I found myself biting down hard on my lip.
"Well? What’s on your mind?" he asked, after a pause on my end. I was in fantasy world again, a world where Coop' and I were, well-not on the phone. "Hey? Ci' you still there?" Coop's low voice brought me back to the room.
"Yeah, sorry zoned out. Um the boys are coming up for this after noon for dinner. Pat wanted to know if you wanted to come up?"
"Yeah sure that sounds great thanks, tell him thanks, I’ll be up in about an hour. That good with you?"
"Yeah that’s fine, see you in a bit." Smiling I hung up and threw down my phone-pulling off my t-shirt as I ran into my en-suit bathroom and turned the shower on high. I showered quickly and dressed in jeans and a clean shirt before blow-drying my mad curly hair. By the time I had finished flicking some mascara on Cooper's Jeep pulled into the drive.

"Hey!" he laughed-catching me in his arms as I ran to him.
"Hey back" I grinned up at him, he had grown again, and I hadn't.
It was kind of gutting really having your best friend shoot up when you stay the same height that you were in year 8. 

"So, what's for dinner?" he asked putting his arm around my shoulders and grinning down at me. As it always did-my heart fluttered.
"Ummm... Pat, what’s for dinner again?" i asked running in to the kitchen
"Roast Ci' its Sunday."
"Oh yeah, thanks." I grinned grabbing Coop's hand and pulling him out for a walk with me, yeah, it was snowing outside but who cared?

We wondered towards the woods talking as normal, laughing, teasing, fighting in the snow. Then his phone went off, buzzing. I sat down on a fallen tree and looked up at the bald tree branches, did the trees feel the cold? I was cold, freezing I shivered so Coop' rubbed my arm absentmindedly as he reached-smiling slightly- into his back pocket for his phone. He pulled back a fraction when he read the text, and chuckled.

"What’s funny?" I asked smiling, I wanted to pout and sulk, what was so god damn funny?
"Hmm?" he asked not even looking up at me as he replied, tapping keys quickly "Oh, nothing." 
I stood up quickly-refusing to listen to the nagging in my head telling me to find out who caused the laugh and how. Would he rather be with someone else? I began to walk back towards the house-probably too fast for my own good, snow crunching loudly under my heavy footsteps. Why did I bother to invite him over? This happened every time.
"What did I do?" I heard him call after me-I kept walking. "Hey!" he was running to catch up now, he grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. His expression confused - a little wary.
"Why are you here, Cooper? Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else?" my eyes narrowed - his widened-shocked at my expression and interrogation.
"It was a text!" his voice raised slightly in defense.
"Oh go play with your hoe." I shoved at him and ran,
"What the fuck?" I heard him shout after me. I just ran, tears were running down my face but I couldn't feel them. I couldn't feel the cold air rushing through my hair. My heart was breaking. I was in sight of the house; grabbing my elbow he spun me around. "What the hell is wrong with you today?" he shouted.
"Get off me" I squirmed.
"Stop it." he said through his teeth reaching for my other elbow to hold me steady.
"Go away, you hate me! Why are you here?" I sobbed repeating my earlier words. I squirmed enough for him to let me go, he was shocked. I walked this time wiping my face "Cira!" he shouted, I heard the anger in his voice, he was closer behind me than I thought -I was reaching the house now. Spinning around I asked "What? What the fuck do you want you sleazy narrow-minded insensitive-" Cooper pushed me hard against the wall, I felt the cold stone through my hoodie, the push winded me. I didn't want to let him see; I just glared back at him. His face red with anger he yelled "Shut up!” Then suddenly shocking me as his lips pressed against mine and pushed my head back against the wall, as he forced my own open, his warm breath filling me up, then there was something new, his tongue, quick and hot. I could have groaned, it was finally happening, and it was as good as I had always expected it to be. His body was pressing hard against mine, crushing the breath from my lungs against the wall, but I didn’t feel the pain, my heart was thumping erratically. Then he was grabbing my leg trying to hoist me up onto his hips, I let him. We fell to the cold snowy ground. That was when we stopped, as I realized that anyone of the men or women inside would have been able to see us. I stood slowly watching as he rose to his feet-whispering apologies into my hair, "But I've been wanting to do that for a very long time."
"Then why didn't you? I've been waiting for that for longer than you have."
He laughed, "I find that hard to believe." he said backing away
"Try me." I rolled my eyes
"13."
"Damn it!" I almost stomped my foot "15." I admitted, he grinned.
"But, I hadn't wanted it to be like that."
"Well, it wasn't how I had pictured it either." I shrugged. Then he leaned down, and placing his bottom lip almost perfectly in between mine, he kissed me again. And that was our first, first kiss. We stood there, for a while, just holding each other. My heart wanted to explode - beating so fast. I wanted to cry with happiness. 
"Hey, what is it baby?" Coop' lifted my chin, I frowned in confusion, "Why are you crying?" he asked kissing the tears, that I didn't know existed away. I was crying? My chin wobbled like it did when I cried - rare still. "Was it that bad? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have." he held me again, crying pleas of forgiveness. I reached to put both my hands on his cheeks, "Stop being sorry all the time," I laughed, but got caught on a sob. "Thank you for it! These are tears of relief, not sadness or anger." I grabbed handfuls of his hair; I stood there trying to believe that it had finally happened. I was finally free from this feeling of worry that had me wondering if Coop and I could ever be. Now we were. Weren't we? 
"Cira! Dinner! Jesus!" John came out of the house shouting for us to get the hell inside and out of the bloody cold. We walked, but I didn't try to hold his hand and lace his fingers with my own. He did it himself. My heart bumped and skidded in my chest. His hands were warm and large; rough kind of from the work he did on the farms in summer. 

When we sat at the table, my uncle wouldn't have the pair of us sat together. He'd seen, he didn't say so, but he had, I knew he had. And we both know what that meant. But I wouldn't get it until everyone was gone, I would pray that they would stay for a long time. 
"Are you going to eat or just think all night?" John whispered in my ear, I looked up at him frowning and then looking down at my plate I realised I had barely eaten. 









We stood there, for a while, just holding each other. My heart wanted to explode - beating so fast. I wanted to cry with happiness. 
"Hey, what is it baby?" Coop' lifted my chin, I frowned in confusion, "Why are you crying?" he asked kissing the tears, that I didn't know existed away. I was crying? My chin wobbled like it did when I cried - rare still. "Was it that bad? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have." he held me again, crying pleas of forgiveness. I reached to put both my hands on his cheeks, "Stop being sorry all the time," I laughed, but got caught on a sob. "Thank you for it! These are tears of relief, not sadness or anger." I grabbed handfuls of his hair; I stood there trying to believe that it had finally happened. I was finally free from this feeling of worry that had me wondering if Coop and I could ever be. Now we were. Weren't we? 
"Cira! Dinner! Jesus!" John came out of the house shouting for us to get the hell inside and out of the bloody cold. We walked, but I didn't try to hold his hand and lace his fingers with my own. He did it himself. My heart bumped and skidded in my chest. His hands were warm and large; rough kind of from the work he did on the farms in summer. 

When we sat at the table, my uncle wouldn't have the pair of us sat together. He'd seen, he didn't say so, but he had, I knew he had. And we both know what that meant. But I wouldn't get it until everyone was gone, I would pray that they would stay for a long time. 
"Are you going to eat or just think all night?" John whispered in my ear, I looked up at him frowning and then looking down at my plate I realized I had barely eaten. I scooped up a couple of mouthfuls to show that I was fine, and that nothing was going on, but I felt sick eating, and I didn’t understand why. I should feel amazing – not sick. I stood mouthful of sweet corn and ran to the bathroom. I spat out the food and sat on the floor-head in hands- elbows on the toilet lid. Gerry came in and sat on the floor next to me rubbing my back.
“What the fuck baby, you were fine a second ago?”
I shrugged causing my body to shake with a shudder.
I wretched. Gerry flinched but kept rubbing my back and saying, “okay,” every time I urged. While I barfed I cried. Can you blame me? When I looked up Gerry’s eyes were red too. I was shivering. Gerry wiped my face with a warm flannel and hugged me lightly, as I held on he picked me up and carried me up the stairs, my head lay on his chest and I listened to his heart beat. The sound I would forever love. I was laid gently on my bed and my shoes were taken off, someone kissed my head and placed my duvet over me.
I slept. Not waking until someone came in and kissed my head - my cheek - my hair.  I opened my eyes. The curtains had been drawn and the light was dimming outside, I had slept a while, I guessed. I focused on the person stroking my hair. It was Cooper. I sighed, “Sorry.” I thought about sitting up, but didn’t want to risk it. “Don’t be, how are you feeling?” he asked, keeping his voice low and soft. “Okay, just a little drained, I haven’t been sleeping well.” He nodded, “You have to go.” I said, trying to smile sympathetically. He nodded, “sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I put a hand on his cheek and scooted to put a cheek on the other one, his were warm; mine were cold, “Your cold.” He whispered, he picked up a hat that lay carelessly on my floor and put it on me, he touched my cheek then left biting his lip as he closed the door. I heard his engine rumble and his tires roll over the snow- then I fell back into dreamless sleep.

“Cira? Sweetie, can you hear me?” I mumbled in reply. “Ci’ sorry to wake you, but you need to eat or drink, you’ve slept over fourteen hours.” I groaned, and shook my head meekly. “C’mon, honey, please?” I opened my eyes to see my uncle staring back at me, in a suit, ready for work. I needed to call college; I couldn’t go in like this. “I called them already, and Coop too, he said he hoped that you felt better soon.” My Uncle said, I swear he read my mind. He made me eat toast and a pint of water to rehydrate and then left for work, telling me that Gerry would be by to check on me on his lunch hour. I didn’t stay awake long enough to find out. 







Two days later I was up and alive again, must have been a bug I had picked up from school. I picked up the get well soon cards from random people and tossed them in the bin, all except Cooper’s which read,

To my beautiful baby,
I hope you feel better soon,
Give me a call when you do,

 Love you,
Cooper. Xx

It made me smile, so I put it in a shoebox along with all the other cards and notes that I had horded from Coop. I did exactly what he asked, and called him, neither of us had class until later in the day so we could do something, I was going crazy, I needed to get out of the house. And he was the perfect ticket out.

“Hello, gorgeous.” I heard his smile before I saw it. I was sat on the crumbling wall of the hillside castle. I turned to be faced with his smiling face. He kissed me sweetly, I felt my self-sink into him – I couldn’t help myself, he was so… gravitating. “Hey back.” I said - my eyes still closed. He laughed and put his arm around my waist as we wondered though the random boulders scattered in what would a have been, I guessed a ballroom or something.
“Ok, I’ve got a question.” I said as we lay on the snow-covered wall,
“Shoot,” he said turning to face me; he put an arm over me so that we were embracing rather than lying side by side.
“Do you wish your dad hadn’t moved you and your mum to Ireland? The truth.”
“Yes.” His answer hurt, I know that it probably would have, but I couldn’t help the pain that the word brought, I bit my lip. “Why?” I almost whispered it
“Because then mom wouldn’t have died. But then, I would never have met you if he hadn’t.”
I nodded, but didn’t look at him, his eyes were boring into my head, but I couldn’t look at him, even if I wanted to. It was a cover up; we both knew that.
“Look at me Cira.” I shook my head. My eyes stung so I squeezed them shut to stop the tears, I was crying more and more as I got older, surely it should have been the other way round. “Cira, you know how close I was with my mum, but if her dying means that I never meet you, then so be it, you’re my everything Cira, I don’t ever want to let you go.” He tipped up my chin to that I would be looking at him... if my eyes were open, and because they weren’t I didn’t see it coming. His lips pressed to mine, at first carefully, but I didn’t react, so he got stronger, forcing my lips open, his hot breath filled my lungs. It shocked me, the power of it - the burning passion. His tongue was in my mouth, and mine in his before I knew it. He had rolled onto his back pulling me with him I was sat on top of him. I could feel him, and I wanted this – he was the right one. There was a feeling at the pit of my stomach praying for it. His hands were on my hips, grinding against his. They went higher up my body, under my t-shirt where I felt their roughness tickle my ribs. They reached the wire in my bra; he stroked the skin with his thumbs underneath it, i could feel his temptation to slip underneath it - I moaned in anticipation. Then he stopped. And I remembered where we were. I pulled away, only to hear the crunching of gravel; people were walking up the pathway leading to us. I got off of him and sat on another wall just in time for the old couple to walk into view and walk over to the other side of the castle. 
Then I stood, glancing over at him I whispered, “Don’t do that again.” My voice wouldn’t have been audible without the echo of the still standing walls, so he’d heard. Then I began to walk quickly down the hill back to my bike. I had class soon, and I was desperate for a shower. By the time he had got there my leather jacket was done up and my helmet was on, I lipped the key and the engine rumbled, I saw his look. Like the first time I saw him his hair flopped in his face and his eyes, were sad, my heart thumped, but I was still embarrassed at the way I had reacted, so I released the clutch and flew.

By the time I got home and after I had showered, there was five answer machine messages, guess who from - “Cira, if your home, please pick up, I’m sorry. Coop’.”
“Pick up Cira, I know your there, I’m sorry, you know I am. Please.”
“Cira! What do you want me to do? Huh? Because I’m fresh out of ideas to please you.” His voice was getting angrier.
“Pick the fuck up Cira. We need to talk.”
The last one made me wince; I hadn’t heard him that pissed before. I rubbed my hair with the towel and changed. I was going to be late for college at this rate. Was there really any point in me going in? Grabbing my keys and pulling up my hair I yanked the door open. My helmet sat on my bike. But so did Coop’. He looked up at me and I walked over to him. He stood. I ran into his arm. “Hey,” he said, “my girlfriends being a bitch.”
“That’s because she’s scared, have some respect.”
“Why though, I’m not scary?”
“No, but she doesn’t want to mess up, she’s been waiting for you for a while.” 

"Then god I should be scared too. Jesus! I'm sorry." He hugged me tighter and kissed my neck nuzzling my hair - stroking his hands down my spine. 
There was a loud beep behind us and we let go. It was John. 

"Shouldn't you two be in college?" Yeah, we should have. I could almost hear the smirk, even though it didn't show on his face "Come on, if your quick, I'll give you a lift."
"I'm going to skip today." I called out, "I still feel funny." I didn't move my eyes from Cooper. He squeezed me saying, "Me too, maybe caught something." he leaned closer and put his lips over mine.
"It is true, you guys may have been transferring germs in your new found interest." I felt Coop's lips curve against mine. I couldn't help it though - I pulled away. Scooping up snow, I cupped it into a ball and aimed - smacking John directly in the mouth. 
He gasped and bent down. Anticipating his move, I moved my self behind Cooper. But John had good aim; it hit Coop in the chest. Right where my face would have been if I hadn't moved. We fought in the snow - all of us against each other, until Pa came home – ordering us inside before we all came down with cold. I ran up to my room, and turned on the shower nice and hot. Turning to see Coop’ stood in my bathroom dripping wet - his hair sticking up sexily in every direction. 
“What?” I giggled, slightly uncomfortable. I seemed to ache for him – desiring to be wrapped warm in those arms – STOP! How was I able to be this obsessed?
“Can I get some of that?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Some of what?” I asked, teasingly - easing myself into his body. He smiled down at me; we kissed, his hands gripping my backside. I tangled my fingers in his hair. Every moment was so, hot with him - he hoisted me higher. There was a burning feeling in my belly, then a knock at my door and a deep voice, clearing their throat.
“C’mon, Coop’ you can use Gerry’s bathroom while dad dries your clothes.” John said from the doorway. Leaving the room Coop’s sent me a grin and a wink.
Under the hot beat of the shower I thought about the day with Coop’, it had been such a long one. I never wanted it to end. I had no idea, did I? 

Friday, 24 September 2010

Short Story - my dream - part two

We were friends from that day forward, only to get closer the next.

We moved through primary school together. And began high school. We had our first fall out during year 10.

I will still shy, I wouldn't let myself get close to others; sure, I had made other friends that was what life was about. Making friends, learning new things, growing older. I had never had a boyfriend, it never occurred to me why, but I didn't. And I didn't want one either. I knew that Coop had had many girls, and would have many more, but it wasn't until we were fifteen that it had gotten in the way of our friendship. The girl he was dating was called Zoe; she had come over from Canada. "Her accent was sexy" or so I was told. By more than Coop. The pair connected instantly, before she new him at all. I guessed it was his looks. Even then he was handsome. His shaggy blonde hair still flicked and his green eyes still sparkled. His looks were all that mattered. To them anyway.

I waved goodbye to Shannon as she walked down her street and began to head for home. I put my headphones in and turned up Puddle of Mudd as loud as I could stand. I walked quickly, but I would still be walking for about half an hour, everyone was working though, so I had to walk. I hadn't got through the second song before a big shining black discovery pulled up just in front of the road I was about to cross. The window was wound down and my uncle was lent over the passenger seat.
"Need a ride baby?" he grinned, I grinned back and opened the door. "How was your day?" he asked pulling away. Since it hadn’t been a good one, I shrugged, he new what that meant. "That bad huh?" I shrugged again and he put his hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry baby, I know your worried about Cooper being surrounded by all these girls, but you'll always be friends, nothing can break your bond. Its a damn strong one you got." I looked at him. "Yeah, I can read you like a book." I sighed. 
"I know I should listen to you, but its hard, sometimes I just feel so ignored. It's upsetting. Plus his new girlfriends a bitch."
"Is that so? How do you know that?" 
"She talks about me behind me back." I stated 
"Bitch." he agreed turning on to the long dirt drive that led to our house. "Does Cooper know?" 
"Probably." I felt my uncles eyes on my face, but I didn't look back at him, I didn't want to see the sympathy in his eyes that I knew would be there, or the comforting smile he would send me. I wasn't in the mood for it. We reached the big stone house to see both Gerry's and John's car parked outside. I opened the door and hopped out, throwing my bag over of my shoulder. My uncle grabbed my hand as I began to walk up the steps onto the porch. 
"Baby, I know this has got you down at the moment, and I know that having only guys to talk to at home doesn't really help, but the boys and I, will always be here for you. Right?" I hugged him, it was my way of saying thank you, and he had known that. Then the door opened and Gerry's deep voice broke the calm silence. 
"Everything ok?" he asked, we said nothing, and I simply let go of my uncle and went into his arms. "Hey to you to. You ok baby?" I nodded against his chest. I knew that my uncle would give him the look saying, "Cooper." They could think what they wanted. I was not in love with Cooper Hayes. 
"Hey, what's going on out here?" John asked, "Is it my turn yet?" he asked smirking as I looked up. I gave him a long hug. I was the baby, and always will be. John was already 20, and Gerry 23. They looked after me. It was there "job." too. What kind of big brothers would they be if they didn’t? Then I grabbed my bag from the floor and ran upstairs to change. 

"You know, we could do something about your little problem if you just said the word baby." Gerry said as I cleared the plates from dinner. 
“What problem is that Gerr’?” I asked putting the plates one by one in the dishwasher.
“Your boy problem baby.” He said, I heard the tension in his voice he didn’t want to upset me but what he said, hurt.
I sighed and my hand hovered over the last plate “Shut – up you doob!” John whispered urgently punching his brother in the arm. I picked up the last plate and straightened.
“I don’t have a problem with boys Gerry, they have the problem with me.”
“I don’t see what they have the problem with? Do you Da’?” he asked, my uncle stood, looked me in the eyes, lifted up a piece of my hair, dropped it again, and looked in my ear. “Nothing wrong here.” He stated.
I shook my head and saying “I have to study” left the large kitchen diner.

I didn't study; I didn't even open my books. Sure, I sat down and looked at the covers for a while, but couldn't concentrate. I was so tired, not just physically, but mentally too. And Cooper's green eyes kept boring into my mind. Damn it! Why did I have to be in love my best friend? I stood; at least I had made progress I thought as I sat on my window seat. I had never been able to admit it before. I wouldn't let myself cry, that wasn't my way, and I would just sulk, and stew. I would not cry over a boy, even if I had loved that boy since I had first seen his mopped blonde hair hanging from his head. There was a knock on my door, I didn't answer, but my uncle came in anyway. He said nothing, only sat behind me and pulled me into his arms, like he had when I was young. He kissed my head, and I cried in his arms. "Why?" I cried
"Because baby" he had no other answer and said only that why was the question I would be asking forever and would rarely find the answer too.
"Thank you pa'" I whispered, I had never called him that before. In answer he pressed his cheek against my head, and I heard him sniff, he was crying too. We sat together crying until I straightened, that was enough, no more silly tears. They wouldn't help me.
"Feeling better Cira?" he asked, it was odd him calling me by my real name instead of baby, I was just so used to it. It felt kind of, nice, but strange at the same time.
"No," I admitted, crying always made me feel worse; there was no way to hide from tears.

I couldn't sleep that night and was ready for school at 7 am. At 8 John knocked on my door asking me if I was ready to go, since I was I nodded and stood, and we walked down to his car. Gerry stood in my way as I reached the front door though. I sighed and looked up into his deep blue eyes. "Yes?" I asked impatiently, don't be too hard on him I told myself, it wasn't his fault, normally you wouldn't have minded. I sighed again "What’s up Gerry?" I smiled,
"I'm real sorry I upset you last night Ci', you know I didn't mean too, don't ya?"
"Course I do, baby." I winked and then squeezed past.
I sat in John's car as I watched him stare angrily at Gerry. Then he slid into the silver Audi and turned the key to start it. "Not long till you can learn to drive now," he said turning the car around. 
I shrugged, "What Gerry do?" 
"Be Gerry." he shrugged back; I jumped around in my seat as we drove over the bumpy dirt road. I didn't think I would get a better answer than that, if he wanted to tell me what was bugging him then he would, in his own time, i didn't see the point in pushing him for it. Because, in our family, your thoughts were all you had that was your own.

I looked out of the window and up at the old ruins of a once mighty castle and again thought what it would have been like to live there, and why it was now crumbled to the ground.
"You're our Princess Cira." John put his hand at the base of my neck, his hands were hard and rough, a mans hands, rather than those of some of the boys in school, hands that had never done any work but writing, hands that hadn't felt the weight of a tool for more than a second.
"Are you working at the forge today?" I asked still looking out my window.
"Yep." I heard the smile on his face, and knew that he loved it there.
"Good." we came off the big road about a mile left until school, I needed air, all of a sudden I thought I was going to suffocate, "stop." I wheezed.
"Baby?" John’s hand was back on my neck, but he couldn't take his eyes off the road for more than a second, he didn't stop.
"Stop the car!" I gasped, he pulled over and I wrenched open the door. I was doubled over, trying to catch my breath. I gasping in the cold air Johns door slammed. His face was inches away from mine, his lips were moving, but I couldn't hear. I felt myself frowning, then running footsteps, then John shouting my name, and another voice. Who was it? Then everything went black.

"Ci', hey, can you hear me sweetie, open your eyes honey, come on, do it for me?" the voice spoke to me, "Coop'?" my voice was hoarse, I was on the floor, or, my legs were, but my body was cradled in someone’s arms who's? I didn't know; my eyes hadn't opened enough yet. When they did they were met with Coop's sparkling green ones, but where was..."John?"
"I'm right here baby." he was holding my hand and squeezed it. Then there was a screech of tires, and my uncle’s voice, shouting my name. I looked up at John, knowing full well that he had called him.
"You should have known better." I shook my head and slowly tried to sit up.
"Baby, are you ok? Oh, my sweet darling, what happened?" he murmured, stroking my hair, my face, my arms. Cooper's hand was still on the small of my back, for support? I thought about answering my uncle, but honestly, I didn't know what to say. I was lost for any answer, the last thing I remember was feeling like I was going to suffocate and wondering why. "What happened?" My uncle snapped at John
"I-I don't know, she said she needed air and when I stopped she got out and collapsed." He sounded afraid, thinking that it was his fault I assumed.
"Don't snap at John, he didn't do anything." I said hugging uncle Pat, his arms came around me and he pressed his lips to my head, I breathed deeply, his scent calming me.
"If it wasn't for Cooper here, I don't know what i'd've done."
That was when my uncle looked up and noticed Cooper sitting behind me, stabling me on the cold concrete. There, having been asked, Coop' explained that he had just left his house to begin for school when he heard someone shouting, it wasn't until he got closer that he realized it was John, shouting my name, after that he just ran and began, soothingly, talking to me to try to bring me back.

"Cira."
"Patrick." I replied to my uncle’s sharp tone,
"You just passed out, you are not going to school."
I sighed, bored of the same conversation, again.  "Dad, listen, I have just started half way through year 10, my GCSE's start in minimum two months, I can't miss a day just because of a little incident, I’m fine now aren't I? If John hadn't called you, you would never have known." he huffed, he knew I was right.
"Fine, but if you feel the slightest bit funny, I want you to call me and I will take you home, understood?"
"Yes sir." I replied.
"We'll give you a lift, both of you, your running a bit behind." he said, steering both Cooper and I over to the four by four, John had already gone, pushing him into his car not wanting him to be late for work, since he loved it so much, he left me no choice. With my uncles crazily dangerous driving we reached school just as the bell rang for first period.
"What's going on Cira?"
"With what?" I asked innocently at Cooper's angry tone.
“Don’t play with me Cira, you can’t brush me off like you did your Uncle.” Saying this he grabbed my arm, and I felt a large lump climb into my throat and a heavy rock drop in my belly. My eyes stung.
"I didn’t brush him off, but you seem to be able to brush me off pretty easy, get in touch when Coop’ comes back.” I walked away. I felt his eyes on my back, long after I had turned a corner. I wanted to scream in pain as my heart beat in my head. My stomach had dropped.

I went through almost the whole day without seeing him again, and i felt my happiness drain away, after school i saw him again, with Zoe. We didn't talk for the rest of that week, I saw him looking at me as I walked past sometimes and sometimes I would look right back, but it wasn't until the Friday after that we spoke again. 

Zoe threw things at the back of my head all through our English lesson, bits of paper flew out of my thick dark curly hair as I flipped around to glare at her, to which she giggled. I gritted my teeth and bit my tongue. I couldn't take her anymore! She was going to drive me insane! She did it again, "What Zoe? What do you want?" I asked angrily, she blinked 'blankly' at me. "Nothing, why?" I wanted to snap and snarl, but I couldn't. I knew that she would tell Coop' and however angry I was with him, I couldn't sink to her level and give her an excuse to bitch about me.

It wasn't until after school that the names came. "Hey Cira-N where did you get the scar?" she shouted across the field, "Just ignore her sweet." Shannon smiled at me, passing me the pen she had borrowed for last lesson.
"Hey what’s that? The knife you used to make that scar?" her voice was getting closer, but I just kept walking. Then I saw stars as someone yanked my hair. I screamed in pain, then my back hit the wall, a large guy in the year above was holding me there, I knew he was a stoner, I could smell the weed on his breath, he was high. And he was strong. "Stay away from Cooper, he is mine, am I making myself clear?" Zoe snarled from behind him, and the large guy grabbed my hair, and tugged it again, I bit my lip, not wanting it to tremble with the pain. "AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR?" she shouted and the guy backhanded my face. I eeked, but I wouldn't give them the pleasure of tears. My lip was bleeding, but he hit me again. Then I heard a shout, and the crack of knuckles, I couldn't see, my vision had gone black, I sunk to the floor, and I heard the shouting again "Get away from her Zoe, I swear to god if I ever see you touch her again..." then everything was black.

Green was flashing past me and I could her low voices, the rumble of a car engine.

Then there was a bluey green, photo frames hung on the walls with pictures of me and Cooper, John, Gerry and I, my uncle. I was in my room tucked into my bed, how had I got here? I blinked a few times, trying to get my eyes to focus. Something squeezed my hand. I looked over, there in my desk chair sat Cooper, his eyes were red and sad. "Oh God Cira, I’m so sorry." his chin trembled; I sat and cradled his head as he cried. "I always promised to look after you but I didn't if I hadn't... with Zoe... none of this would of happened. I'm so sorry,” he cried. I said nothing, only sat there rocking him. And all I could think was that he was here, and it was him that had saved me. Standing up he sat on my bed and cradled me. We sat there for a long time until my uncle knocked on the door and came in with his ill pancakes; ones he would always make if one of us was bed confined, but didn’t have a stomach bug. I hugged him tightly and apologized for scaring him. He kissed my head and told me not to apologize. Then he left us, saying he had to pick up Gerry, he had left him at the cinema to pick Coop' and I up. When he went I hugged Coop' and a tear fell landing with a plod, on his t-shirt. "Hey," he soothed, wiping the tear that had popped up to replace the one that just fell, away. "What is it?"  I sniffed, "Nothing," I sobbed "I guess I'm just still in shock." he nodded, and pulled me down to the bed again. I wasn't still in shock, I was just hopelessly falling in love with him, each time I thought I had stopped falling, I would find that actually, I hadn't and their was still further to fall. And him being here, had just made this pain worse, but the pain was worth the comfort.

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And that is part two finished, finally, im sorry it has taken soo long :(, i'll make it up to you by getting part three done as soon as i can. xxxx 

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Short Story - my dream - part one

Ok, so occasionally i have these dreams and sometimes they're just sort of really weird. But i have a thing about writing them down. I am currently writing one that is becoming like massive, or hopefully. :P but here is my most recent, may have to do it in a couple of parts, because knowing me, i might blab. I'm still playing around with the name so... its just called my dream at the moment. If you have any opinions let me know :)

P.S not for those under the age of 15, as contains, bad language and some "brusque" scenes... yes, my dreams are often strange.


  Short story – dream

When I was 8 years old I was sent to live with my uncle. I was young, orphaned and alone. He was a widower with two teenage sons – Gerry and John, lots of money and a big cinema to his name.

My parents died in a car accident 2 years earlier. It was my fault they died, I was in the back seat and was talking, I should have stayed quiet maybe they would still be here if I had. I loved them so much. I had gotten away with a black eye and a deep cut on my left arm. They didn't get away at all. 

Before I was shipped off to my uncles I had been living with my grandparents, then my grandfather had a stroke. Plus, I reminded them too much of my father. And for that, they hated me. I was a bad luck charm. My parents had died in my presence and if they weren't careful I would get them killed too. My uncle however, disagreed. To him I was just a little girl who had lost her parents and needed some love. My father’s brother took me in. His sons loved me like a sister and he loved me like his own. I belonged.

When I grew up I never saw anyone else in my family, my grandparents never wanted to see me, and my uncles and aunts didn’t like my uncle’s success. So, my uncle and his sons were all I had, and my friends. And Cooper. He was my best friend. Coop and I had first met when I began schooling just outside Dublin. Back when I first moved in with my uncle.

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I stood at the door clutching John's hand and angling myself behind him. I felt safe there. John, five years older than me, the younger of my two new brothers, knelt down beside me, "Come on Ci' you gotta go in some time." as he said this, he gave me a one armed hug, pressing his face into my dark curly hair, almost as if he didn’t want me to go in as much as I didn’t. I shook my head as I played with my new blue plaid skirt. "Cira!" he raised his eyebrows at me, and his voice rose, as if to tell me to behave. "No!" I complained, swallowing tears. "Don’t make me John, please,” I cried "I'm scared,” I added in a whisper
"Cira, don’t do this to me baby," the back of his index finger stroked my cheek as a warm tear trickled, "You need to go. So do I, I cant be late for school, do you want me to get into trouble with Da'?" I shook my head. And hugged him so tightly, when I was so small, I felt like I might have squeezed the life out of him. He hugged me back, and I heard a warm voice above us.
"Hi. You must be Cira." I looked up, keeping my ear to John’s chest; I could hear his steady strong heart pumping. The sound kept me calm. I nodded. John stood but kept hold of my small hand. "Are you Mr. O'Connor?" She asked in a confused tone. Why I didn’t know at the time, but john seemed to, which was grand.
"One of them." John replied.
"Ah, are you Mr. Patrick O'Connor?"
"Nope. That’s my Pa, but this is Cira, yep."
"Ah, I see, well welcome to our class Cira, my name is Mrs. Yates, I'm your new teacher." She smiled and her honey hair swished to see where a loud bang from across the class came from. "Cooper Hayes, come here." A boy with blonde shaggy hair that flicked around his face dropped his head and dragged his feet.
"Yeah Ma'am?"
"What is that mess over there?"
"I dunno, not mine." he shrugged
"Don't you lie to me. Sorry Cira, this is Cooper, say hi Cooper."
"Hi Miss Cira."
"Say hi back baby" John said squeezing my hand when I just stared,
"Hi." I said. John leaned down to my level again, "I gotta go baby or I’m goin' to be late, see you later, I’ll pick you up at half three, k?"
"K." I said giving him one last hug. Then he left, walking backwards down the nearly empty corridor; I stayed out there alone for a long time after he was out of sight.

"Um, are you going t’ come in today, are thought you were in our class,” the boy asked me. I looked at him, as if, I suppose, he were an alien. "There ain't no need to be shy, I'm human, and I don’t bite... Hard." he added as he winked at me. I frowned.
"What does that mean?" I asked, winking back at him to show him what I meant.
"My daddy said it was a sign of trust." he replied, indicating that we went back into the classroom.
"Why is your voice funny?" I asked as we walked through the door
"Why is your voice funny?"
"No its not everyone else has the same voice as me, ‘cept you?"
He laughed, "Its coz I'm from Dakota, I'm like a cowboy. Well was." He hung his head. He missed his home.
"I miss home too." I said, placing my hand on his arm. It was the first contact I had made, since my parents had died, with someone that wasn't in my family.
"You don't come from around here?"
"Na, well... a little further away, but still Ireland."
"Oh, yeah. Why did you move?"
I shrugged. "I wasn't wanted." He nodded, as though he understood
"My dad moved on business, my ma missed him too much to stay behind, they like the scenery here too. Stupid fields."
"I don't think you should hate them before you know 'em." I commented, he didn't reply.
"How did you get that scar?" he asked pointing to the scar on my underside of my left forearm. I looked at it. But didn't reply. "You don't have to tell me if you don't wanna." when I was ready, I would tell. 

The day flew and soon John was back. He got to the door, but I didn't notice. He leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets smiling. 
Cooper tapped me on the shoulder and my dark hair bounced as I looked up. "Your cousin is over there." he grinned. I looked and ran into John’s arms. He laughed as he spun me in a circle, "Looks like you had a good day baby,” he said hugging me still. I nodded. "Good, knew you would, say bye then and we'll get home." Coop stood staring at me, sadness in his eyes.
"Bye Miss Cira." he smiled
"Good bye Cooper."
"Will you be in school tomorrow?" he asked just as I turned to leave, I smiled and nodded and he grinned back and his green eyes sparkled.

We were friends from that day forward, only to get closer the next.