A Surprise Party?
Chapter Sixteen
My eyes flash open. It's still dark. I flick the light on just for a moment to see the clock, it's 2:21, and flick it off at once. I lie in bed next to Gerard for along time trying to fall back asleep. I try to listen to his even breathing, try to drift off to the ringing silence, but nothing works.
Finally I decide I need to sit outside. I open the door as quietly as I can manage and sneak out. The cool air hits me like an iceberg, but I sit in the flimsy white plastic chair they set out next to every door anyway.
It's almost as dark as it was at Joseph's. I hear the light simmer of the leaves in the wind. I watch the empty highway as the cold starts to hit my core. I ignore the cold though. It's easy when the trees are here to hum me to sleep. Soon my mind becomes emptier and emptier.
But then I hear a woman singing. Just sparse notes and words here and there. My mind snaps to and realizes that I don't know where the voice is coming from. I comprehend that there is only few instruments, and that it's coming from far away. Far down the highway. I hear the soft roar of an engine. The woman is much louder though.
Her voice is so familiar, so strong, yet so sad. It's like I've lived my whole life to this woman's voice.
Then I see it, I see the motorcycle. It's slowly cruising the road, with the radio on full blast. The radio is playing that woman's gorgeous voice. It's jazzy, yet wistful and lonely and I love it. I sink down into my freezing chair, soaking as much of the voice as I can, knowing it'll soon be gone.
Soak up everything, because soon it'll all be gone.
Finally I decide I need to sit outside. I open the door as quietly as I can manage and sneak out. The cool air hits me like an iceberg, but I sit in the flimsy white plastic chair they set out next to every door anyway.
It's almost as dark as it was at Joseph's. I hear the light simmer of the leaves in the wind. I watch the empty highway as the cold starts to hit my core. I ignore the cold though. It's easy when the trees are here to hum me to sleep. Soon my mind becomes emptier and emptier.
But then I hear a woman singing. Just sparse notes and words here and there. My mind snaps to and realizes that I don't know where the voice is coming from. I comprehend that there is only few instruments, and that it's coming from far away. Far down the highway. I hear the soft roar of an engine. The woman is much louder though.
Her voice is so familiar, so strong, yet so sad. It's like I've lived my whole life to this woman's voice.
Then I see it, I see the motorcycle. It's slowly cruising the road, with the radio on full blast. The radio is playing that woman's gorgeous voice. It's jazzy, yet wistful and lonely and I love it. I sink down into my freezing chair, soaking as much of the voice as I can, knowing it'll soon be gone.
Soak up everything, because soon it'll all be gone.
Notes
Sorry for the super short chapter, I hadn't even planned on writing tonight. It's just a motorcycle drove past my house blasting a woman's voice. (Yes that really just happened, just a few minutes ago actually) What happed was beautiful and I knew I had to write it, so I did! I though there needed to be a bridge between emotional soup story and cool badass story, and that this was perfect.There will be action next chapter! (I promise!)
Goodnight, and don't let the toxic people bite.
I stayed up till 4 am reading this and I have absolutely no regrets <3
10/29/15