29th Piece

This is the 27th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

As we start walking again I look at Eric. He looks good in a suit and so much different than when I first met him. I think back to the time when we did first meet. The day he lost his father... I knew it was my job to help everyone; their size, gender, and importance didn’t matter. So I picked my way through the people who slid around on the deck, after having dropped to the ground trying to escape the merciless rain. Once I reached him I threw myself over his crumpled body, letting the rain that felt like needles tear at the flesh on my back. I whispered the first song I could think of into his ear. It happened to be a song my mother used to sing to me before I went to bed. The mystic notes flew through the air, twisting, turning, and touching everyone with their melodic tune. I felt the man’s breathe, his chest rising and dropping slowly, but in a matter of minutes it stopped entirely. I slowly got off his lifeless body and gingerly rolled him onto his back. With what feels like two useless legs, I stood, held the body up so that it was turned toward me, and looked at his face. He had hair that was graying with hints of black, thin lips that were slightly ajar, wrinkles that covered every inch of his face, and blue eyes that matched the color of the raging seas below us. I walked to the railing of the boat with a numb brain; the sea’s crashing and turning had no effect on me. Everyone lying on the ground looked up and seemed to realize what was going on. They tried their best to slide out of the way to form a straight path; all of their eyes were on me. I reached the railing and looked once more into the lifeless man’s eyes that still seemed to be growling like the ocean. Slowly, with tears in my eyes, I lowered my head, sang the last verse of the song, and threw him overboard. It looked like he was falling in slow motion; his eyes looked directly into mine and seemed to have a slight smile on his face. As if he knew what was happening and was ok with it, like he knew that it was his time to go, and he’s going to a better place where he would be at peace. His body hit the water and I turned away abruptly while it hungrily devoured the man, the salty spray of its jaws wash over me. The people still stared as I walked past with a straight back and high head to the middle of the boat and sat. I looked into every passenger’s eyes searching for the ocean blue color the man had. I skimmed over many faces. Everyone had a story to tell. All of their faces, young and old, were solemn, mourning this man they never knew. There were many shades of colors in their eyes; green, brown, blue, even gold, but only one of them had the ocean blue that raged just like the old man’s. He looked to be about twelve, like me, with the same hair that was black as night sky. Everyone formed a wide circle around my soaked body. Adults held children the buried their heads in their parents chests. The boy with the eyes as deep as the ocean sat directly in front of me and took a deep breath. I stared straight into his eyes and sang the entire song loud enough for everyone else to hear the melody of it, but softly enough so that the boy and I were the only ones who can hear the words. I feel a shove and am brought back to the present day. I look around to see who shoved me but only saw Eric trying unsuccessfully to withhold a smile. I push him into a door that’s covered with more useless junk but he just bounces back laughing.

28th piece

This is the 26th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

This time I don't land, but wake up… to Eric's face. The ocean blue eyes are staring straight into mine and he was so close that I can make out the tiny freckles across the bridge of his nose. "She's alive!" He yells, backs away from the bed, and does a little dance, consisting of a lot of twirling and clapping. I sit up and start laughing my head off. After a couple minutes I catch my breath and look around the room. It's the same room in the infirmary that Eric was in. "Hey, how long was I unconscious for?" I ask fidgeting with the ear piece that has tangled itself in my hair. "About an hour maybe less," Eric makes a point of rolling his eyes and says, "That means that we still have to go to the ball," I groan and look down to see that I'm still wearing my enormous dress. I smooth it out figuring that if I'm wearing it I might as well look good. Eric jumps onto the bed and asks, "By the way Sleeping Beauty, what happened?" My face turns grim and I open my mouth to tell him about what I saw, but then remember where we are and quickly shut it. He nods slightly and leaps off the bed. I notice that he's wearing a black suit with a tie that's the same color as my dress. I jump off after him, not as easily with this huge skirt, and say with a grin, "Well you look spiffy." He chuckles and replies, "You don't look to bad yourself ma'am." He bows and extends an arm, I curtsy and take hold of it. We walk out the door with straight backs and noses in the air and strike up a conversation. "Are you ready for the ball madam?" Eric says "Oh yes very, and aren't you terribly excited to show off your moves, my good sir?" I say, and so forth. After we turn down a hallway we stop in front of my trio of fashion fairies and another trio that I'm guessing is Eric's. Darlene rushes up to me and says, "Oh good you're awake. Now let's fix up your hair." Typical fashion fairy. She snaps her fingers and the rest of the trio are instantly at her side and start going at it with my hair. Eric stands in front of me trying to suppress a smile. I glare at him, or try to; it becomes a squint as a member of the trio yanks my hair.

27th Piece

This is the 25th post to the book I was talking about in my "What Blog Is" post.



When I realize this my eyes go wide and so do his. I scramble to get to my feet which are quite difficult in this dress and back away. He grunts and sits up, not looking at me but past me. Obviously he isn't blind but I'm not invisible either. Faintly I hear someone mumbling but I don't know who. Unless I was mistaken, only that man and I are in the room, and neither of us has moved our mouths to speak. The voice becomes loud enough for me to understand what is saying. It seems to be trying to communicate with someone but is having great difficulty doing it. "Lucy? Lucy?" The voice calls, "If you can hear me please speak up!" The man in the room is sitting vey still and his eyes are glistening. He stands up, cups his hands around his mouth, and cries out desperately, "Lucy! Lucy if you can hear me let me know! I need you Lucy. More than you can ever imagine." He says the last sentence quietly and on the word “imagine” his voice breaks. A tear slides down his cheek slowly, he doesn't stop to wipe it. He drops heavily onto his knees and I look him up and down. His eyes are the same as mine, light with a dark edge and his hair that is graying slightly seems to be brown, but it is hard to tell with all the dirt, blood, and grease covering it. He looks about six feet tall and his body is weak with starvation and exhaustion. He shuts his eyes tightly and I can see the wrinkles that have formed in his face, on his forehead, in between his eyebrows, and at the edge of his eyes. I hear the voice in my head again, "Why haven't I died yet? Why must they make me suffer so without my Lucy?" With that the room starts to twirl and my stomach has butterflies again and I know I'm about to go, but I don't want to leave. I stick out my hand to touch what looks like a blob of the man's face, but I am already gone and falling.

26th Piece

This is the 24th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I stop in the doorway my head feeling a bit woozy but continue forward thinking it's just nerves. I walk a few more feet and then the room starts spinning and my stomach gets a visit from a hundred butterflies, then it really hits me. I stumble backwards trying to regain my balance, but the room just gets blurrier. I see Eric running towards me, his lips moving, but I cant hear what he's saying. All of a sudden I'm no longer in the hallway, but standing in bright light. I squint to try to make anything out, even the floor seems to be blinding light. After a few seconds I'm in complete darkness... and falling. I try to scream but no sound comes out. My stomach is in my throat, a feeling I usually love, and I think I'm going to throw up. I tell myself to focus and control on landing. I take a deep breath and try to calm my panicking head. Remember I tell myself knees loose to break your fall and roll forward when you make contact. I must be falling from pretty far up because it takes a while before I hit the ground. I was expecting a hard landing considering I was up so high and falling for so long, but I hit the ground softly and didn't even feel the need to roll. I stand up quickly in case anyone was waiting for me, but the room is silent. I wait for my eyes to adjust and then take a look around the room. There's a small window with bars on the left wall barely letting enough light in so I can see. The rest of the walls are pretty boring, all being made of concrete stones, including the floor which had scratches on it everywhere. I turn around to see if there was a door, but I don’t see anything. I put my right hand against the wall to see if there is a way out, My fingers skim over tally marks counting days and sometimes little notes consisting of, I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT! WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME? Or something a little softer like, Dear Margret, if you ever come across this I want you to know that I still love you, as much as I did before. –Carson and still others like, BETTER GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN ROOKIE I pass a bed that also seems to be made out of cement and then a chain. A chain that seems to be about seven feet long, three inches in width, and I can tell just by looking at it it’s more than a hundred pounds. I follow it until I get to the ankle it finally closes around. I quietly step around the body and try to get a glimpse of the man’s face. He looks slightly familiar, and slightly dead. I silently put my hand over his heart and after a few frightful seconds I feel a thump. I let out a sigh of relief and look at his face again. I sit back on my heels and then I realize where I’ve seen his face before, in mine.