So many nights i spent in that field. So many mystical adventures linger behind me in my past from each and every one of those nights. They were so haunting in their own individual way, but he knew i found it thrilling…
For years now, i’ve known The Field. Its mapped in my brain, and everything that has happened there throughout the long nights is branded in my brain like no other memories…
But those sweet moonlit hours came to an end one night. He wasn’t there. He swore he was immortal, and I the same. Guess he was human after all… AT least partially…
But let us go back to the better days. Or should i say, nights. The things you want to remember should stay that way; remembered…
I don’t remember the date, exactly, but I know that it was quite cold out. To normal beings, anyways. Me and Kline never did much complaining. Explaining, yes. But whining and weeping, repeating the phrase “why me?” was not something we included in our meetings…
Kline. I will never get tired of hearing that name. It’s so…unheard of. Which was exactly what he was. I had never seen him around my small town of Sleeping Willow before that night, though he claimed to have lived there all his life. I never exactly put it into deep thought, nevertheless contemplating the truth in it, so I blew it off. Enough of that, let me continue in telling you about the night we met…
“Marion, you didn’t do the dishes like I asked you,” mother screamed up the old wooden stairs. I hated living in a large Victorian home with only 3 people staying in it… what a waste of money…
Turning down my music, I screamed back,”Fine, I’ll be down in a second.” Though it was my brother Greg’s job to do the dishes, i couldnt hold it against my mother. she had very poor memory after a fatal car crash when i was 5. anyways, let’s move on….
“it’s too late now, Marion.” she said in a movie-mother-like voice. (is she trying to intimidate me? “your brother already did them for you. what a nice child he is.”
“im sorry, mother. ill try not to be so…occupied.” i accidentally apologized in a harsh tone. i knew what was coming, so i bit my tongue and stepped out of my inscence-scented room.
The Speech. I won’t go into details, but i’m sure many of you fellow teenagers with a single mother has heard it before. for some reason, on this very night, The Speech annoyed me. Alot.
Now, normally, i have a good hold on my temper, but something possessed me or something, because i unleashed like never before……..
yea, im cutting off at a strange point, but i will continue this as soon as possible…
until next time…
…::: samantha :::…