Chapter Two
Into Fields of Flowers
Go around,
Go around,
Find a place to go around.
Lend me your heart and soul...
“Its been hurting again.”
What has?
“The thing inside of my chest.”
Your heart?
“It beats wildly...So wild that I can't breathe.”
What is the cause?
“I-I don't know...”
What are the effects?
“I don't know...”
Then... What are you?
Darkness flickered behind my lids, lulling me into the state between sleep and reality. I couldn't move, yet I could feel. I felt my muscles as they ached, the slow seeping of blood as it escaped its injuries, and the soft caress of wind along my cheek.
It was both painful, and pleasant. Better than the experience from earlier.
My mind drifted in and out of consciousness only allowing soft flickers from the television, and darkness to pierce the tightly closed shields. I laid in a daze, while watching the shadowy substance of sleep cloud this mind wearily.
My body remained dead against the cotton sheets, almost as if it was overdosed with sleeping drugs. Everything was blurry. It swallowed all turning it to a hazy nothingness. No matter how hard I tried to clear my sight, nothing would work.
So I stared in a dream-like state, half-lidded eyes gazing out of the window into the moonshine. The luminescent glow beaming down and shining through this clouded mind. But, strangely something red caught my eye.
The vivid blur of rich crimson shined like precious jewels of ruby, swaying outside of my window.
My gaze couldn’t stay focus. It clouded, not working properly.
I struggled, tried, and prayed that I could see the cause of such beauty. But no matter what, the fog wouldn’t lift and allow me see the thing that has struck my interest.
A pathetic whimper escaped my trembling lips, and by some divine glory, the figure turned towards me.
“Continue to dream of crimson...” Whispered the milky face, shielded by his curtain of red hair.
I then fell into complete darkness...
~*~*~*~
The sound of birds singing toyed sweetly within my ears, awakening me from my slumber and brushing sleep from my eyes. Sunlight so bright, spilled through the window onside of me, alighting my room and stinging my still tired body. It was annoying, I thought. These stupid dreams and images were practically driving me insane.
I mean, what kind of boy would grow his hair that long, and have it all pretty and stuff. And, he was absolutely GORGEOUS! Damn it!
Dreams shouldn’t remind me...
I stood on trembling legs. The aching was unbearable as I made my way to the bathroom, counting the droplets of blood as I went. A shower would hurt like hell, but it would be worth it.
“It could be worse.” I snorted while striping from the bloody bandages and clothing.
Getting under the showerhead, I got to work. Which burned like a b***h...
Rapid stinging poked through my skin, as I limped down the hall after my shower. Making my way to the kitchen, I sighed plopping down into a chair. Thankfully, Mom was the only person in there.
"Sorry I wasn't awake to bring Olivia to school, Mom. I overslept a bit." I said while placing my head on the table, poking the mahogany wood out of boredom as mother washed the dishes.
She laughed, tilting her head to see me better, "It's alright. Dan brought her while he was on his way to work."
"Still, sorry Mom..."
Turning around, Mom sat in the chair across from me, staring at me with concern.
“What’s wrong Rowan? You don’t seem to be cheerful this morning? Did you catch a cold? Did you eat bad food-”
“No mom I-”
“Did you get attacked by the panda at the zoo-”
“No that’s not-”
“Were you kidnaped by zombies?”
“I wasn’t —”
“Did you-”
“Mom! That’s not what happened!” I sighed loudly. “Its that dream I told you about...”
“Oh.” She nodded.
Folding my arms underneath my head, I sighed again. “I almost saw his face this time, but the other person didn’t show up...The black? The red one was still the same. He was so beautiful, Mom... Long hair, silky looking skin. He told me the same thing.”
“My poor baby,” She said, wrapping her arms around me in a gentle hug. “My little girl growing up. Thinking about handsome men and becoming a woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if those two men in your dreams were your prince charming!”
Instantly I blushed, swatted my mothers arms away, and scooted backwards.
“Don’t be silly! It was just a dream. Nothing like that could ever happen! It’s just confusing... In my dreams they always tell me to ‘Dream of crimson and ebony.’ What does that mean?!”
Mother chuckled resting against the palm of her hand as enjoyment twinkled in her eyes. “Don’t worry so much.” She said. “It’ll be alright. Remember, mysteries were made to be solved.”
Getting out of her seat and making her way to the sink, she then smiled. “Now go to school!”
Gradually I got up, remnants of a grin lingering on my lips while I got a piece of toast and my bookbag. “Thanks mom!”
“By the way?” She called as I left. “Do you have any idea what happened to your laundry from yesterday? When I came to wash them, your hamper was empty?”
I laughed dryly. “Oh, nothing much. I was just
playing in the snow and they got
very dirty. I had a blast! I had so much fun I almost
died laughing! Don’t worry, I’ll wash them.”
“Well that’s good to hear.” She said as I exited.
~*~*~*~
This was so stupid! Why did they have to beat me so much? This is not right?! Almost every night I come home a bloody mess. They just won’t stop! No matter how many times they hit me. No matter how much blood is spilt. They just won‘t leave me be.
“Assholes!” I shouted to the sky clenching my fists tightly, my face screwed into a scowl as I continued to walk to school. “It’s not like I want this.”
A sigh passed its way from my lips, and I shook my head. ‘Not like whining will change anything.’ I thought turning the corner to reach the school.
In an instant my anger melted away into confusion.
Many girls stood at the gate, forming an intricate mass of colors and bodies. They molded as if they were one being. Shouting and yelling random things at something coming from my direction.
The look of their painted faces mashed with colors and make-up was disgusting. It was also horrible to hear their stupid shrieks. I mean was that the sound a dying bird would make or what?
With curiosity I turned my head to see what got their panties in such a bunch, only to scowl once more and walk towards the gates quickly.
Soren was strolling towards the crowd with the grace of a gazelle, feathery black tress fluttering with the chilling wind, and his dark eyes scanning his surroundings. And like an eagle zoning in on their prey, he picked out my brown hair amongst the swooning women.
“Hey Rowen!” He called in his sensuous voice.
“Like that would work,” I mumbled to myself and kept walking away.
“Hey I’m talking to you!” He called once more, jogging to reach my location faster.
Why do I suddenly have the feeling that I’m going to get the s**t beat out of me? I probably am.
“You should listen to what people are saying to you! A dog should listen when their master is calling them.” His hand reached out, only inches away from my shoulder, preparing to grab it with his bruising grip.
But oddly it didn’t hurt at all, I only felt a mellow pressure, almost like someone was leaning against it.
“Maybe the dog doesn’t want such a shitty master?” Answered a voice that sounded really close to my ear. Wait...
“Oh s**t!” I yelled loudly, practically smashing my skull into the man who was currently leaning his arm and head upon my shoulder.
He winced.
“Damn! Are you stupid?” He argued, dislodging himself from my personal bubble and hunching over while grasping his head. “********/> My eye twitched in annoyance.
“Well its not my fault that you’re the a*****e who....”
Woah... My eyes widen when I caught sight of his long crimson hair, haloing his face as a single golden eye glared in my direction.
He was... Enchanting.
The flow of silky crimson hair seemed like lava, rippling elegantly along the path of his slender back, falling over luscious golden eyes that burned like liquid topaz. The milky color of his skin only added to the vibrancy of his loveliness. It was too perfect...
Could he be my dream of-
Soren growled, causing me to snap out of my trance. “b*****d, who do you think you are staking claim to my property?! Don’t mess with what is mine!”
The alluring man glared. “So you like little boys, huh? I didn’t know that pretty boys can go both ways?”
My eyes narrowed in the crimson haired person’s direction. “I’m not a ******** boy, you b*****d!”
The man smirked at both Soren and I.
I could feel the heat of Soren’s anger while he scuffed, eyes throwing knives at the person. “Don’t play games with me boy.” He hissed.
“Well if the shoe fits...” The man taunted.
In an instant, hatred poured from every inch of Soren’s body. Dark colors and malicious
intent made itself visible on his face, showing the world what I’ve seen everyday. The evil aura radiated around everything, causing me to shiver from the coldness.
But, it all was quelled with the single clearing of one’s throat.
Another man, standing amongst the chaos, bowed elegantly.
His pleasant tone soothed everyone. “I am terribly sorry for my brother’s actions. It was not his purpose to get anyone irritated. So, please, don’t hold any animosity towards him. We are very sorry for the inconvenience.”
He then smiled tenderly, making the girls nearly die from his beauty.
This is weird...Why were attractive people gathering around?
“My lady,” He walked towards me with graceful strides. “I am sorry for the words my brother so cruelly spilt. Please accept this apology.”
Gradually, the ebony haired man grasped my hand tenderly, slender fingers delicately guiding the back of my hand to his pale pink lips. Then with a feather light touch, the silken lips placed a lingering kiss upon it. “Sorry...” He whispered, breath sending tingles along the flesh.
The soft strands of midnight ebony seemed like a moonless night as they shook with the wind, swaying the gentle curls with its timid breeze and causing his striking icy blue eyes to stand out against the contrast. Then when he casted a glance my way, his gentle smile made the flawlessly pale skin of his face to glow.
My heart raced at the singe touch. My breathing practically stopped. And yet, I couldn’t help but to be captured by the frosted color of his eyes. The two orbs seemed to rival the perfection of every freshly fallen snowflake.
At that moment everyone seemed to be stunned.
“Idiot.” The red haired person scowled, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, and proceeded to drag me off. “We have to go.”
“Goodbye, my fellow classmates. Lets get along please.” The polite male smiled as he walked along side of his brother.
Only thing I could manage was to blink. Not noticing Soren’s eyes darken greatly as he witnessed the men drag me away.
A growl passed his lips.
~*~*~*~
“What the hell?!” I screamed wriggling and thrashing to get out of Mr. Crimson’s hold once we made it safely into the building. “Why did you take me? Do you know what will happen?!”
He scuffed. “To save you. And, what will happen is... You’ll be happy and shut the ******** up.”
“Jerk! That’s not how you’re suppose to talk to a lady!” I pouted.
“Well I don’t see one.”
“That’s it!” I lunged, grabbing handfuls of scarlet and tugging the young man’s head in my direction.
The sudden movement seemed to have caught him off guard, because once I did that, his hand slipped from my collar and I fell into a heap on the floor, taking him down with me.
I could feel the contours of his body press against mines. The smooth muscles rippled silkily, as his hair haloed around my face in waves. Everything was soft. His skin, hair, and lean body. It was comforting, until I felt a hand grope my chest.
His lips rested against the skin of my cheek, using one arm to prop himself up while the other laid lazily on my chest. “Just like I thought,” He grumbled. “A boy. Flat chested with no figure. You remind me of a Roman Catholic schoolboy.”
‘This a**...’ Anger flashed like warning lights as I grabbed his hair once again, pulling it rapidly, and scowling at the rude - hot - guy who repeatedly insulted me.
It’s not my fault I haven’t grown yet!
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