Memories (Mahina)

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Memories (Mahina) Nov 10, 2010 17:23:46 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Nov 10, 2010 17:23:46 GMT -5

Memories evade me.

Like the silvery fish all around, they come close, and then zip away. Sometimes, I'll grasp a past thought or image here and there. My love of water. A girl with white hair. A boy with a broken nose. But no names. No, never the names.

The water is crystal clear. I've been down here for a long time, and somehow, I can breath. I don't need to surface. But something makes me rise...

The waves are at least twenty feet tall. The rize and fall and curl up and then break. Tons of water raining down.

I duck back under the water, but it's no longer clear and beautiful. It is inky, and terrifying. It won't let me move. My lungs burn. What's going on? I have to... have to...The image zooms away, and my eyes open. Moonlight pours through my window, and my memories come surging back in an instant. I'm fine. I'm okay. It's...

I roll on my back and groan. It's not okay.

As I step out, the chill greets me. No way can I go swimming in this temperature. I'll freeze to death.

I inwardly scream. I need water!

Storming back into my house, I yank my sweatshirt off the end of my bed and shove it on over my pajamas. Light blue pants and a faded grey sweatshirt aren't exactly the clothes you go for a midnight walk in, but they'll have to do.

But I want to go for a swim!

Too bad. You're going for a walk.

I step cautiously off my porch and into the night, weaving through trees until I reach a nice trail.

It's a rather clear night, and the stars twinkle up above. The moon casts it's silvery glow, and I smile softly up at it. Almost full. Now who does that remind me of?

I laugh softly. Maybe this won't be too bad.

((OOC: Sorry for the terrible post. I'm drained from this school essay I have to do.))

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Memories (Mahina) Nov 18, 2010 8:40:13 GMT -5

Post by mahina on Nov 18, 2010 8:40:13 GMT -5

(( So sorry for the late reply! But here it is! ))

A hundred metres ahead the waves broke on to the shores of the beach leaving foam as it retreats back out in to the ocean. Behind those retreating waves the reef was at war with itself again.

Tumbling, crashing, thrashing and fighting against the gravitational pull of the beautiful moon like royal Roman horses fighting the reins of their chariot rider. And high up in the blanket of the night, the moon appears triumphant over her raging seahorses. Tonight she ruled again.

Not far from the crashing waves of the sea, a restless creature sat on a branch with her eyes closed and her chin up towards the moon. And through the long pine-like leaves of the beach pandan tree, moonlight peers through them, etching shadowed patterns across her face. It gave her the appearance of an untamed feline out of the jungle. But she is no feline.

Her grip on the branch tightened, turning her knuckles white from the pressure. Tonight again the one thing she was named after has triumphed over her.

You can’t make me. Mahina wanted to say but she knew it of no use. Tonight and every other night like this will continue to haunt her for the rest of her life.

“You can’t have me tied liked this forever!” Mahina growled under her breath. Her forehead was now beginning to glisten with tiny beads of sweat.

Like the waves on the reef, Mahina was having her own internal war. And like Roman horses, she was feeling the powerful grip of the master’s hand on her reins, trying to rear her in towards his wants. But she refused. And yet the tug-o-war became fierce.

Hands clamped on to blunt thorny branches, she willed herself not to yield to the gravitational pull of the unknown force.

“You will not take me too,” Mahina spat at the oppressor.

The massive shadow stood tall and intimidating before her. Chest heaving she watched as he slowly reached out with a hand and on his palm, she saw her mother’s struggle for life in the raging water.
“NO!” Mahina screamed.

“...Noooooo..” Eyes flew wide open, filled with fear and intense grief gripped her throat that she could’ve stopped breathing all together.
Her sudden jerking movements disturbed a hermit crab on its nightly crawl that it quickly retreated inside the safety of its hard shell. She had fallen asleep by the beach. She looked down her arm to see her bronze skin pimpled as the cold wind caressed her thinly clad body.

I need to go home, she thought. But one more look out in to the ocean made her forget she wanted to go home.

There is no home. Home was here.

Right here...and her hand slowly moved towards her heart and she sat like that, half hunched, hair swirling in the wind and the beach shimmering under the moonlight.

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Memories (Mahina) Nov 18, 2010 19:02:47 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Nov 18, 2010 19:02:47 GMT -5

It calls me.

All at once, the smile has been wiped off my face. I can hear it calling me. The calm, smooth hushing as calm water stretches it's fingers upward, leaving a dark trail on the sand as it pulls back, away.

How did I end up on this trail? I must've made a wrong turn somewhere. I shouldn't have come this way. Now...

The chilly air somehow manages to drift through the arms of my sweatshirt, nipping at my skin. I pull my arms around me tightly, pinching my side to remind me that I can't swim tonight. Summer is over.

But the water... it calls me. And... and I can smell it. I can hear it. My heart aches, and I can almost feel it pulling in the direction of the water.

I'm not obsessed. Yucca taught me that. I used to refuse to go near water, even when it was warm enough to swim. Because I thought I had a problem, and I needed to fix it. But now, I know that water is my comfort blanket.

And in truth, I couldn't live without it.

I ponder it a moment. It couldn't hurt to be near it, could it? I wouldn't swim or anything. Just see it. It could help me get some sleep.

I take a deep breath, stopping on the path. But something in my mind clicks, and then I'm running along the path, towards the water.

When I see it, the instinct to just leap into it and let it take care of all my troubles is so instantanious, so strong, that I gasp as my heels dig into the ground, and my arms fly out to stop myself from flying forward.

And that's when I notice her. Sitting there, not too far from the water one hand on her heart. Her skin conflicted in the moonlight.

My first thought is, surprisingly, Wow, I must look stupid.

Then, What's she doing here?

And finally, Water! Stop calling me so I can think!

I straighten my back, and jerk my head to the side slightly to move my silver locks out of my face, although the wind blows it right back. I tilt my head to the side slightly.

And then, without a word, I walk straight up to the water, dipping my cupped hands in the water. How can something this cold still be water? How come it's not frozen?

I stare at the distorted moon in my hands, which quickly shrinks as the water escapes my tiny prison. I quickly gather some more, and, without hesitation, throw it on my face.

I never was the type who thought before they acted.

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Memories (Mahina) Nov 27, 2010 11:50:24 GMT -5

Post by mahina on Nov 27, 2010 11:50:24 GMT -5

Her large dark eyes gazed out towards the dark waters of the sea. With the moon hovering just above it, the horizon shimmered in silver like discs. And like lazy ocean waves, they hugged the sandy shores with only the pimpling seashells interrupting the flow of the water on the beach.

The girl in the trees was caught in between two worlds. The dream world and reality. The reality in which she was sitting on this very branch. The dream world, in which the moon is calling for her, with warm embracing arms stretched out towards her.

....

Gasping for breath, she tore out of it.
Wild and panicking, her head whipped from left to right.
This ghostly place was almost too familiar to her but it all made sense now when she looked up and between the leaves peered the moon.

I was caught off guard once again, she thought to herself. Like the myths of men who were slaves to the moon. At every full moon he would be dragged down in chains and transformed to another vicious beast.

But I'm not like that! Mahina thought. Beads of sweat had formed across her brows and she sighed. Relieved she had snapped out of her trance before she could no longer control herself.

Swinging from the branch and on to the cold sand, she wriggled her toes. The grains of sand dwiddled past between her toes. It felt good to be back on her feet again.

Looking up, she narrowed her eyes up at the envious moon. Blue and silver in her throne.
And that's when she saw the dark figure. Hunched over by the waters unaware of her presence.

Curiousity tugged on her like an achor falling deep in to the trenches of the ocean floor, she took her first step towards the waters.

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Memories (Mahina) Dec 3, 2010 17:00:27 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Dec 3, 2010 17:00:27 GMT -5

As the water hits my face, I find myself torn.

It provides relief to my soul. It's like a comfort blanket, surrounding me. It makes me relax inside, feeling easy and right again. No longer off balance.

On the other hand, it hurts. I feel like I just through a bunch of needles at my face. The water is so cold, and the impact so hard, I cry out, my eyes snapping shut. After the water has fallen, I grasp at my face, feeling like I just ran into a wall of ice. It stings, and the tip of my nose is already starting to go numb.
Smart, Silver. Really smart.

I stumble back a few steps, cupping my hands over my nose and mouth and breathing warm air into them, wincing slightly as the hot meets freezing cold. I use the sleeve of my sweatshirt to dry my face, shivering slightly as it sinks through the fabric and makes contact with the bare skin on my arm.

That's when I realize that the girl I saw earlier has been watching me, and is taking a step towards me.

I whirl around to face her, positive I look like a wreck. My hair is still snarled from restless sleep, my face still damp, and my eyes wild from the shock of hitting my face with ice water. Not to mention, I'm wearing pajamas.

I try to picture myself in my head, and conclude that I must look like I'm totally insane.

Which I very well may be. I mean, I'm obsessed with an inanimate object. I'm crazy enough to risk getting sick for it. I've always considered this fact, in my subconsciousness, but now, it's hit me full time. My eyes widen further in realization.
I'm crazy.