Tales by Blog-light Pt1

Okay guys..here's the deal..I might be away from blogsville for quite a long time so i'll leave you with a couple of stories I wrote some time back. read and Enjoy.
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Tears ran down my face. My heart was pounding with great force. “Darling you can’t leave!” I screamed in the middle of sobs “it’s a lie, it’s a mistake”. My heart ached. The weight of sorrow drained out my strength. I watched in despair as my husband left me. Nothing I said could stop him.
I ran out of the house with great speed, panting vigorously. To my right a blue Mercedes was coming straight at us. “Liz, get out of the way!” I screamed. She just stood there yelling at me. She was too deep in this argument to leave now. I kept calling out to her but she turned a deaf ear to me.
She heard the horn and turned and the car hit her right there and ran over her, crushing her to pieces.

“Wake up!” mum yelled “you’ve been screaming out in your sleep”. Sweat ran down my face. My hair was wet and extremely messy. My mum opened the curtains and the sun streamed in beautifully. I blinked as I let my eyes adjust to the sunlight. I just couldn’t believe that I had that dream again. It seemed so real and every time I tried to push it away it just kept coming back.
I felt so tired from oversleeping. I walked slowly to the bathroom with my toothbrush in my hand. I fell over the little side table. I was still a bit sleepy and I felt around the wall for the light switch. My mum just shook her head in pity and helped me turn the lights on.
“Mum what’s the time?” I asked in a very groggy voice
“Its ten minutes past eleven” she replied
“Oh my goodness! Have I slept that long?”
“Well yes dear, you have.”
“Sade called. She’s coming to pick you up to the cinema at about 12.30am.”
“Thanks mum. I’ll be ready.”

Sade came to my house that morning as she had promised. I thank God everyday for her. She was a gift. Since the unfortunate event that happened a year ago, she’s been there for me. I never thought I would ever get my life back together again. She was a great source of encouragement to me. She helped raise my spirit when my heart was heavy with bitterness and pain.
“Danielle its time to go, we’ll be late for the movie!” Sade yelled.
“Fine I’m coming down” I responded “a girl has to look good when going out you know”.
“Whatever girl” she said jokingly “let’s hit the road”.
“You ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready”
We got into Sade’s car and we took off.
She was talking but I wasn’t even there. Of course I was there but I mean my mind wasn’t. I was looking at all the shops on the street. Every one was happy to be going about their daily business. I remember when I used to be like them. I never had a care in the world; I was as free as a butterfly. All that mattered to me was having people that loved me close by all he time. It was good having people that trusted me and I trusted in return. It still shocks me that I trusted the wrong person. Could it be that I hurt her in some way that she decided to pay me back by hurting me?
“Danielle?” Sade tapped me “is something wrong?”
“No” I replied sheepishly
“I bet you weren’t even listening to what I was saying”
“Well erm…uhm” I struggled to find words to say
“It’s okay. I know you were day dreaming again”
“I was asking what you what you wanted to do when we left the cinema but I guess we’ll figure that out when the movie’s finished”.
“I guess so” I said in whispers, feeling really foolish for letting my mind wander so far.

We finally arrived at the cinema. Sade did all the talking and ordering. She is like my mouthpiece. Its funny, one would almost think she was my mind. She always knew what I wanted and when I wanted it.
“Hello” she greeted politely “I would like two tickets please?”
“What movie are you watching?” the man at the counter asked
“Mr. Bones”
“That’ll be twelve pounds for the both of you please”
He gave her the receipt and directed us to screen 6 where we would be watching the movie.
It looked like we were too early. There were few people in that room. Everyone just seemed to be listening to music or just looking at the adverts on the screen. Others were talking to the people sitting next to them. The lights were pretty deem so I didn’t expect anyone to be reading. We found a nice seat at the back. We were not so close to anyone and we weren’t so far either; it was just a good place for us to talk without anyone eavesdropping.
Shade put down her bag on the empty chair next to her and she got out her phone to text someone. She sent several text messages before finally returning her attention to me.
“Dani”she said softly “I hope you are alright. I don’t want you daydreaming again. By the way, you were going to tell me the full story of what happened with Liz and Mark. I know it’s a long story but the sooner you start telling me the shorter it becomes and not to mention the fact that you get some of the pain off your chest. Talking does help. If you keep everything to yourself, you only create more heartache. From the look on your face I can tell that the burden is too much for you to bear so please does tell. I want my Danielle back. The happy-cheerful-always smiling-pretty Danielle”.
I really didn’t feel like talking, at least not now and not in the cinema. I knew that she really wanted to help but the story was really a long one. I took some time thinking up a reply.
“I don’t feel like talking now and I would definitely not talk here. Besides, I don’t think it is the right time yet. I will talk when I feel the time is right.”
“Okay” she answered simply “I tried to ease your burden but you wouldn’t let me. I just hope you don’t keep it in too long that you start to lose your health”.

“Could you please keep your voices down!” an elderly man two seats in front of us shouted. I guess he must have been frustrated hearing us muttering for so long.
“Sorry sir” we apologized in unison.


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