i can't look at the stars [open]
Dec 1, 2012 17:28:12 GMT -5
Post by pinky is a timelord on Dec 1, 2012 17:28:12 GMT -5
hold on to me as we go as we roll down this unfamiliar road,
and although this wave is stringing us along just know you're not alone,
cause I'm gonna make this place your home,
settle down, it'll all be clear,
don't pay no mind to the demons they fill you with fear
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]'Where am I?' I struggled to sit up in a daze. I ran my fingers along the bed sheets and let out a shuddering sigh. I remembered what they looked like. A plain green plaid. I was at my dad's house, my old house. 'How did I get here?' I chewed on my lip, rubbing my hands over my face. After feeling the makeup that was still on my face, I made the decision to take a shower. I stood under the weak spray and rubbed the mascara off with a rough rag. I preferred my father's house over my mother's. He had running water after all, even if he was incredibly sloppy. He's been a wreck since mom left him.
I turn off the knob and wrap a towel around myself, walking into my old room and going through the drawers. I keep half my clothes at my mothers house, although the better ones I keep in here. I pull on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. It was plain, but not too tight or too large. I remember this shirt from a few months ago when my sister took me shopping. The texture and the feel of it. Besides, she wasn't one to joke around with me. It wasn't like it was pink or something. I then pulled on a jean jacket and moved my arms around. Full range of motion. Smiling to myself, I opened the door and trotted down the stairs.
I could hear my father in the kitchen, and judging by the area I could tell he was drinking his morning coffee. That meant it couldn't be later than ten in the morning. I shuffled forward, knocking over a cane. My cane. It had been leaning against the wood walls. I picked it up and began tapping my way down the rest of the hallway, no longer needing to drag my hands across the wall. "Enjoying your coffee?" I said quietly, standing in the doorway and daring to put on a slight smile. He was the only person I had a bit of affection for. "You are scary when you do that." He chuckled in reply, swirling the coffee in his cup. I could hear it.
"I'm going out." I said, suddenly feeling like I was choking. I could feel his gaze on me. I bet he had that questioning look on him that he used to have, eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips drawn in a thin line. He just grunted in reply. There was an awkward pause and I left the room. "Don't go out drinking again. You worry me." He called after me. 'Damn. I was drinking?' I didn't reply, frustrated that I could not remember the night before. I knew I was a lightweight and I barely remember entering the bar, but I don't remember what I ordered and how much I drank. Oh well. One can only have so much fun when they're blind.
I slam the door behind me and hesitantly walk down the steps. I could hear the coast, only half a mile down the road. The fishing crews were talking loudly, yelling out commands. I could hear a few dogs begging for fish and I faltered. 'I hate dogs.' This time, though, I was determined. I hadn't been to the docks in months and I wasn't about to be deterred by the neighborhood dogs. I knew that I had encountered the same dogs before. They were owned by some people up the street and they tended to pester the crews for the unwanted scraps, the decaying fish.
I knew this road well and put the wooden cane against my hip, instead using my memory. I knew when the sidewalk ended, I knew where the cracks were in the road. I could hear the waves calling me from a distance. I was so close I could taste the salt in the air. I crossed two road ways, passed a street full of children playing tag, and managed to make it to the docks without looking totally blind. I was confident. I knew this area like the back of my hand. Well I don't know the back of my hand anymore, but you get it. I was at peace here, this was where I watched my dad work. I remember watching the blue ocean and getting lost in it.
'Too bad I'm bl-' My thoughts were cut short by claws clicking against damp wood. One of the dogs was coming toward me. I didn't like animals I couldn't see and suddenly I felt panicked. My hands wavered out, trying to shoo it away even though I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Suddenly I was spinning, panicking. I was walking backward. The dog bumped against my leg and I shrieked, rushing forward and stepping where there was no where to step. My heart dropped into my stomach. Whoosh. Splash. I was in the water, I was flailing. I knew how to swim but I couldn't tell where I was in the water. Luckily my hand slammed against one of the poles holding up the dock and I clung on for dear life.
