"Sara, June is here." Her mother shouted from downstairs.
Sara smiled to herself as she raced down the stairs and into the kitchen where the sight of her mother greeted her. She gave a side grin to her mother as she glared at her daughter who was late, as usual.
"June is not your driver, you should have been ready already." He mother said.
"You know, we won't have to have this conversation every morning if you woul----"
"One more word Sara O'Brian and I will make sure you walk home from now on."
"Of course mother, since we are so poor and the two cars standing in the gar-----"
"Sara O'Brian!" Her mother ran after as as she herself laughed as she quickly grabbed a green apple and made a run for the front door but her mother was on her heels.
She opened the door and quickly made a run to the silver Volvo standing in her driveway in which her friend was already sitting, grinning at the sight of Sara and her mother. Sara quickly got into a car and after closed the door, shouted, "Step on it!" While laughing.
As June drove away, Sara stuck her tongue out on her mother who was still standing on the front door, her arms crossed on her chest but a grin on her face as she saw her daughter.
"I wonder when she will give up." June said while grinning at her friend who was going through her bag for something.
"Ah ha!" Sara said excitedly as she pulled out her i-Pod, which by some amazement still survived after three years of living with Sara.
"No wonder your mum is not in favor of giving you a car." June said with a laugh.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Sara asked absentmindedly while removing a piece of play dough from her i-Pod.
"Exactly." June couldn't help but laugh.
Sara ignored her friend as she put the headphones in her ears and hit the switched it on, only to find the battery dead. She cursed under her breath and threw it back into her bag, making June grin in her seat.
"You did the English test right?" June asked when they pulled into the school parking.
"Duh, the quiz was pretty obvious." Sara said as she got out of the car.
"Quiz? What quiz?"
"Lesson five quiz."
"Sara."
"Yeah?"
"The test was of lesson seven and it was an essay, not quiz."
Silence
While looking at the frozen posture of her friend, June couldn't help it. She started laughing, loudly. She knew she shouldn't have but it was something that happen everyday, literally. Even if June text Sara the details, Sara always managed to get it wrong, always. It was not that she wasn't smart because she was, hell she was sure she will get the one of the highest marks today, it was just, she forgets, a lot.
When she calmed down, she saw Sara glaring at her with her arms crossed on her chest and her one foot tapping.
"This is your fault!" She accused her.
"How the hell is that my fault?!" June demanded while grinning.
"You texted me!"
"I remember texting you about the essay test which was of lesson seven. If you don't believe me then I can show you the text."
"Not that text!"
"Then which one?" June asked in confusing, going back in her mind to remember what else she texted Sara.
"The one that said Big Bang Theory was on!" And with that she stomped away from June who for a second stood there in surprise and then burst out laughing again.
Sara walked towards her locker in anger but slowed when she she felt the strange atmosphere around her. It was as everyone was staring at her. She did a swift sweep of herself thinking she might have forget to wear the same pair of shoe in both feet or something but she was fine. She tried to ignore the looks she was getting and reached her locker. Her mind running to everything that could have happened and she would have missed in the last 24 hours but she came up empty. She had not done anything and she had proof.
Before she could close her locker, June called her out from the end of the hallway. Sara would have walked away anyway but the look on June face stopped her as she ran towards her. She looked shocked, a little pale and breathless as she reached her.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked softly, worried.
"You didn't know then?" June demanded, still breathless.
"Know what, June?"
"He's back."
"Whose back?"
But June didn't answer, her eyes were frozen on something behind her. If it was possible she had gone more pale. Sara searched her friend face and waved her hand in front of her eyes but her friend was frozen solid. Out of curiosity she turned the and the sight which greet her, turned her into a stone too.
The irony of this moment was pathetic. Even after all the passing of much time, her reaction, the sudden rush of happiness was shock to her. She hated the fact that even now, after everything, just the sight of him could effect her this much. The memories came to her like a fast forward film, even if she went in her most past memory, it was his face she remembered, almost like he was her first every memory. Even afterwards, she does not remember a single time when he wasn't with her. The film soon came to a stop to the last time she saw him.
Her mind then went empty, blank, she couldn't think anything, couldn't see anything but him. She was aware of her heart as it raced so fast, she was afraid it would burst. She stared as his black eyes that never left her but unlike her frozen figure, his face was blank, hard as he stared at her. Where she knew she couldn't breathe, he was walking like he didn't had a care in world.
He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth.
The air left her lungs.
Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire.
It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks.
"I'm home."
What was he expecting? A welcome kiss? Hell no, not even close. A warm hug? Far from it. Even a handshake was taking it to far. So, he had decided he will just try talking to her, take it slow. Apologize, give her something to soften her up. Just take it nice and slow till she actually listens to him. Keep his distance till she is actually comfortable with him again.Yeah.....that went down the flush the second he laid eyes on her. It was a job well done.But by God, he couldn't help it. He didn't know how he managed to not run to her when he saw her standing in front of her locker, her short dirty blonde hair in a pony, her cheeks flushed from cold, lips in a frown. But her eyes, they were not as he had once seen. They had a certain blankness in them, a cover like she was hiding behind. She had changed, hell she had changed but yet she was just the same, she was his Sara O'Brian.The second her eyes had met his, he forgot the whole taking slow plan, it went dow
She couldn't breathe, she wanted to but she couldn't. Or was it that she could finally breathe? Had she finally found her breath after two years? Did she even know what breathing was like? She has not breathed properly for so long now. The feeling of cool air through the nose, passing along the throat and into the lungs; yes, this was what she felt, alive.She was breathing again and it was all because of him and yet the pain which followed hit her with so much force that it left her frozen and probably scarred for life. But then, she was scared for two years now, how could another one hurt? But it did, it hurt hard and bad. Wasn't it enough that she dealt with the pain once that she had to experience it all over again? The wounds were still fresh, did he had to come now? Couldn't he wait, maybe ten, twenty....lifetime?They told her sh
He was unaware of the silence around him. The cold wind was also ignored as he stared at the dark sky unconsciously. When his mind was on her, he never saw anything else anyway so there was no point of ignoring it. It was her he was seeing, Sara. Sara O'Brian. Always her.Last night went worse than the morning, he screwed up, again. He had promised he will keep his temper at bay, he didn't. He promised he will not touch her, he did, more time than he could count. He promised he will not get possessive, yeah, he sure kept that together and lastly, he had sworn he will not kiss her.He snorted internally, that was just a too much of a fucking crazy joke. He thought he had it under control, knew he was fine. Was sure that if he did touch her accidentally, he will not lose it. He was in control of himself.
She looked around once again but saw no sight of him. Where one part of her was relieved that maybe he had left, a bigger part was racing with fear of him leaving again. Why, why could she not just get over him? Forget maybe but even she knew it was impossible."What's wrong Sara?" June asked."It's nothing, I just had a bad night."Lies."It was because of him, wasn't it?""Jun----""No. This is absurd, Sara. He left, without a letter or note or call. He has no right." June snapped."I know."She was lying but what choice did she had? She didn't want to argue, didn't
He couldn't breathe.God, he couldn't breathe.Did he even need to breathe when right now, right there, he was in the perfection? He was in a time which he could give his soul to stand still. How he wished it would stand still. He has waited to do this for a week, a week of waiting and he forgot why he was not supposed to do this, why he was not supposed to kiss Sara O'Brian.His lungs were on fire, his lips were blazing from her touch. His heart racing so fast that he was slightly panting. He wanted her closer, he wanted her nearer, she had possessed him, bi-witched him.He griped her tighter against himself and moved his lips faster. He just wanted to breath her in.But the moment ended too soon, too fast, Sara pulled away and yet her face was too near, he was going crazy. He still couldn't breathe."Why do you do this to me?" She whispered. He noticed her face, her expressions. She looked tired, exhausted. From what? With what?"Do
She slapped the hand away which was brushing fingers across her neck. Someone laughed silently, sending a rumbled through her chest and again the brushing started. She slapped the hand away and turned in her sleep, digging herself further into the warm bed.Bed?Her eyes bolted open and she came face to face with a dark green wall. Blinking her eyes again and again she tried to remember what was the color of her room's wall.Well, she at least doesn't have dark green walls.She turned her head the other way and shriek in surprise to see Dean sitting beside her, leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, legs; one on other as he stared at with those dangerous eyes which were making her heart race.
"Dean!"The startled voice made him back off from the door line he was leaning on. He slowly straightens himself and looked over at the open door. Seeing Sara's mother always brought along a warm tightening in his chest. He adored the woman, mostly because she was so like Sara but a small part of him did love the woman who actually treated him like a son.He gave her a side hug willingly enough, the smell of chocolate cake hit his nose making him smirk for it was such a sweet smell, quiet opposite to her daughter who had a dark, addicting scent.She had seemed to grew older since the last time he saw her. The grey strikes in her hair were increasing and the smile lines have gotten more prominent. Yet, he knew she have been very strong just like Sara was.
She could feel his eyes, glaring holes in her back. Well, he could suck it for all she cares but she was not turning around. What was he even doing, following her to every class? Who even allowed him! And even if he had started here again then why do he have to be in the same classes as her.The mark on her neck covered by band-aid suddenly starts burning. She felt like he was staring right at it. Oh, she was furious. He had no idea how furious she was when she went home and saw that almost purple mark on her neck. Like a freaking tag, he had made his mark on her.Ignoring her racing heart and concentrating on the teacher, she tried to avoid June's eyes as well. What was it with people glaring at her! With everyone's stares and June and Dean's glares, she will end up holy and it was not this nun kind of holy, it was the holes one.
He was getting ready when she appeared, dressed in a soft peach gown looking like a goddess from heaven he never knew he could ever hold a part of. Her hands came closer to fix his tie for him and he simply looked at her, his eyes tracing the jewelry she had worn to the color of her soft lipstick. He waited till she was done before pulling her close to his chest."Am I still not just as handsome?" He, like a needy puppy demanded from her.He watched as she smiled, the soft smile lines were taking longer to go away now but her smile still made him able to move the universe for it. Her dirty blonde hair was now simply blonde and much longer, tied behind her head except for few loose strands which felt like brushes of feather on touch. Those forest-like eyes still held such adoration that sometimes it made him weak on his knees for he coul
She fell in love with how he called her his home,How his steps danced on the voice of her soul,How bare he was as if his skin was hers to own,She fell, as if this universe held only him alone,She drowned deeper as he made her waltz on his songs,How he loved her as she was last to ever be adored,With all his life, how he held her so close,As if he was the last to save her from this world of storms,
The chill in the room was strange, like something was crawling on her skin, raising alarms in her head. Her breath also felt cold as if she could see the ghost the room held dancing in the air coming out of her mouth. She wasn't afraid but yet, she wanted to escape already. When her eyes fell on the lifeless white dome, she stepped back almost unconsciously, her mouth opening in a gasp but found a warm chest behind her, supporting her. His hand slide around her waist and she felt him give her a comforting squeeze. Her eyes slide to the man beside her who was already staring back at her with chilled eyes and then to the body covered in white cloth. She took a deep breath and once again stepped towards it, making sure she wouldn't run away, she held Dean hand which was on her waist tightly.She was glad that there was someone who was willing to touch that soulless body because she couldn't
He was leaning on the uncomfortable chair, staring at her. His whole body felt numb, like every emotion and feeling had lost its touch from his body. He had spent the time beside her sleeping figure like a hungry man to open her eyes. He shouldn't be worried, didn't have any reason to either but he still found himself unblinking as he took in her sight. It felt like forever since she last looked at him with those glaring, adoring eyes. His starvation for her attention was too selfish for him to fall asleep. He wanted to meet her eyes when she finally wakes up.The shadows in the room started appearing slowly like they were mocking him in slow painful dance which he wanted to dance and yet, was forced to only watch. As the glass window slowly creeped in the sunlight, he finally saw some movement from her. Just to make sure she won't move too harshly, he quickly held her down. She grabbed
"Move faster!" Someone pushed her from behind. She rolled her eyes and tried to walk faster. Her legs hurt. She had been sitting down for quiet few hours before June arrived with few men on tow to take her away. She saw no reason to put on a fight so she followed them. She though they would be driving somewhere but it had been around 15 minutes and they were still walking. She didn't recognize the place but the whole area was a little too dark. They were surrounded by trees except for a small path which they were walking on. Since it was too dark, the three men June had brought with her had large flashlights in their hands and the fact that June had not bothered to put a blindfold on her eyes made her a bit more conscious about the fact that it was it was too stupid of a move for June to not do so. That could only mean that it didn't matter whether Sara saw her surroundings or not. They might not be returning back.
"Are you sure it was her, Dean?"He didn't bother to raise his head and just silently nodded. He heard a smack from beside him which he ignored as he stared into the night in which his Sara was lost somewhere."I don't understand. The thing with her sister happened a long time ago, why now?" Drake asked, keeping his eyes on the road."Because I came back." Dean said and paused, slowly turning to look at Drake as he questioned, "You knew her? That girl?"Drake rolled his eyes and replied, "You are the only oblivious person who didn't. Everyone knew of her. If she was simply in love with you, maybe I can believe that you wouldn't have noticed but Dean, she was creepily obsessed with you. It used to give me creeps but I never knew that y
There were a sharp pain zapping through her skull which almost made her gasp out loud. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to clear her blurry vision. The pain in her head was slowly fading as well as she got a better view of where she was.She was laying on hard, cold ground. The chill from somewhere was seeping through her clothes and sending a shiver down her spine. Her limbs were tightly bounded, enough for her to doubt the flow of blood in her veins. She shuddered and slowly turned her head around to see her surroundings. It wasn't dark but it wasn't bright either. It was just enough for her to be able to make out the shapes of everything around. She was in a room, probably a bedroom because she could see the build in closet and windows which had been closed. The glass was covered with black paint. She tried to rise her head but her head was too heavy so she stayed
"Mr Woodland would see you now."He raised his head and nodded. Standing up, he followed the young sectary in unhurried and unwilling steps. The file in his hand was clutched tightly and his face wasn't as blank as he wanted it to be, the frost of his inner anger, frustration and fear, all were as clear as day. He almost wished that O'Brian was there with him but the thought left as soon as it came. He didn't want her to see him this week, didn't wanted himself to be so weak but his relation with his father had always been like that. Growing up, he always was simply his son in name. He didn't have any memories of his father ever simply talking to him. It was either him scolding him or just staring down at him like he was a disappointment.At that time, he didn't understand and he still didn't. He wasn't a bad student; he wasn't great bu
She slowly opened her eyes and then blinked them a few times. She could smell him, his blue shirt was right in front of her carrying a clean, soupy scent. Her hair was being creased softly and it almost felt like wind. She moved her neck and looked up at him. He was already looking at her. With those dark, narrowed eyes he was staring at her. It seemed like he had been awake for quite a while now."Are you really awake this time?" He slowly smiled and kissed her forehead."Hmmm?" She mumbled, not wanted to talk but simply blinked her eyes at him.His silent laugh vibrated her mind to putty as he said, "You woke up twice before. Stared at me and fell back to sleep."Huh? She didn't really remember anything.