What about me - Chapter - The Journey14:17 Apr 30 2008
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The time was now, things were beginning to change, and living was no longer a chore. No longer was it painful to think, time didn’t seem to be something that was unbearable. She had made new friends, had new family, a new out look on life and this time she felt as if it would last, the love would see her through. There were still things that trouble her, but these seemed like a memory, somewhat distance to the place she was and the person she had now become.
The new friends she had made gave her a sense of pride and passion once more. Her new family gave her support and boosted her ego. All these things she had lacked before were now apart of her life. Of course there were others that tried to put her down; these people though didn’t seem to matter. Why would they? She had her new life, a new start, in a place far from where she had come from. This was indeed the new beginning, a place to start the healing.
She sat in her kitchen at gone 1 in the morning writing, this time she was not writing of the sadness but of the hope. Now was the moment to reflect upon the things which had happened to get her here. She began to write of that day, the day when the decision was made; it was a moment like no other, after journey that seemed a thousand miles.
The journey had begun one Saturday morning; she had reached the lowest point in her life. She was sad to admit this though, as her reasons of being there were stupid. These reasons were things she could have controlled, things she could have changed. This did not matter now, what mattered was getting through this moment, this second.
She slowly walked along the road, towards her friend; he opened the door and knew automatically something was wrong. He grabbed his coat and wallet and they began the journey,
“What’s up with you kid?” he said in a soft voice. “No wait let me guess, something to do with that guy you fancy, am I right?”
She did not even have to answer him. He already knew the truth; he went and got a 2litre bottle of cider. It was time of her to open up; she had always hated this part, that’s why there was always alcohol. She told him of the messages and telephone calls she had gotten from his girlfriend. It was breaking her down inside, she had such strong feelings of the man that even when he said he didn’t want her, she still believed he did.
It could not be escaped now; she knew the truth and something had to be done. The question that now hung over her was what, but with that second, she leapt to her feet.
“I need to go on a journey!” she proclaimed, as she stumbled inside her house and picked the last of her money up. The journey to the wall had now begun; as they walked through a park they met a man. She told him the same story has she had told her friend, he listened as he drank some of the cider; he parted on to her some advice. Be sure that whatever you choose you choose right, those words resounded in her head long after they had parted.
There were many other people she met along the way; many of them parted knowledge on to her. She was thankful, but as the last person had said, only she can make the decision, she was the only one who knew what was right to do. She sat down upon the wall and began to think, what is the best way before? Then it hit her, she should move on, it was best to start again somewhere new, where no one knew her. Of course she would be sad to leave behind the friends she knew, but this was finally about her.
She turned to her friend and looked him in the eyes and told him he was a good man, and a great friend. Just sometimes that not enough, sometimes you have to move on, because that’s the way to had to be, he was sad but understood. That how to came to be, she now lived miles from her troubles and she wasn’t hiding from them, just building herself up to return someday and fight them all.
- Written on the 30th of April 2008
By Dookz Isme
© Dookz IsMe 2008
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COMMENTS
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HunterAja
07:17 May 14 2008
Ooooo - I like it. I want to read more...