I fell faster and faster, tumbling through the air. I knew, from the agony of hitting the ground, of several ribs cracking, that this was real, more real than any experience I had ever had in my entire life, but I also knew, that once I had passed through this pain barrier, once I came back to consciousness, that the whole rest of my life, would seem more real than the previous one. Already it seemed like I had been seeing it through blurry eyes.
Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her feet and gasped in shock. She was standing in the middle of a huge dent in the pathway. She put down the bags she was holding and stared. It could simply have been some drunk hoons, but then again the dent was in an IMPOSSIBLE place and it was also too small. Someone on a scooter (god forbid) may have been run off the road and crashed into the pavement, but again there was the thing of the location, and anyway she would have seen it on the news. Gemma stood there for a while staring at her feet. A crowd of curious onlookers had begun to form and there were whispers spreading around it. Suddenly she shook her head and looked up. She nearly jumped with surprise to see her best friend, Zach, standing infront of her.
“So, have you developed an interest in looking at the ground nowadays?”
Gemma laughed. “Oh yeah,” She said, hugging him, “Best thing ever!”
Zach picked up one of her shopping bags and beckoned for her to follow him. She snatched up the other and fell into step beside him.
“So what’s been happening with you lately?” She asked. They hadn’t seen each other since the last day of school, when they had said goodbye and he had gone on holiday. “I mean, aside from going to Geneva for the summer.”
Zach laughed. “Not much really. While we were there, mum and dad mostly just worked and I was stuck staying with my grandmother, which wasn’t to bad, but, well, you’ve met her.”
Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her feet and gasped in shock. She was standing in the middle of a huge dent in the pathway. She put down the bags she was holding and stared. It could simply have been some drunk hoons, but then again the dent was in an IMPOSSIBLE place and it was also too small. Someone on a scooter (god forbid) may have been run off the road and crashed into the pavement, but again there was the thing of the location, and anyway she would have seen it on the news. Gemma stood there for a while staring at her feet. A crowd of curious onlookers had begun to form and there were whispers spreading around it. Suddenly she shook her head and looked up. She nearly jumped with surprise to see her best friend, Zach, standing infront of her.
“So, have you developed an interest in looking at the ground nowadays?”
Gemma laughed. “Oh yeah,” She said, hugging him, “Best thing ever!”
Zach picked up one of her shopping bags and beckoned for her to follow him. She snatched up the other and fell into step beside him.
“So what’s been happening with you lately?” She asked. They hadn’t seen each other since the last day of school, when they had said goodbye and he had gone on holiday. “I mean, aside from going to Geneva for the summer.”
Zach laughed. “Not much really. While we were there, mum and dad mostly just worked and I was stuck staying with my grandmother, which wasn’t to bad, but, well, you’ve met her.”
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from day to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and heart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be milk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from day to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and heart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be milk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He said kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think you will"
I said sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas you cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He said kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think you will"
I said sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas you cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.