Finally Throwing My Mountains

I am kinda sick of being, just that other girl. I find myself looking at my friends as they are so beautiful and so unique, a jealousness has covered me like a thick black cloud forms over the skies during a storm. I am sick of seeing myself as just a loser and I would like to share with you all, the first chapter of the book I have written... It would mean a real lot to me, if you took your time out of a busy schedule from creating ur own blog to read it. Please leave comments, i need to know if someone out there could see that there is more to me that meets the eye ...

THROWING MOUNTAINS
[ Chapter One ]

As I stole the last nervous breath of air, I cleared my mind. My eyes clenched tightly as I said to myself, “Don’t let go”. My brow was soaked in desperate sweat and yet my lips were as dry and cracked like the deserted plan in which we were. I could not find the strength to hold on or to let go. Longingly, her tears streamed down her face, however her body did not struggle, her eyes widened and her expression became solemn.



“I’ll be fine,” she whispered, her sombreness leaked through her voice, “I love you, Sammy.”


My heart dropped along with my chain of thought, unable to find the words to tell her it would be okay. She was my baby sister, barely seven with her whole life ahead of her. For all I knew she was the only family I had left.


Suddenly, her delicate hand slipped through my grip and silently, my screams did but fall after her. It was the longest minute of my life as I yearned to reach for my little sister. Tragedy, taking the form of someone I love.


Before I realised it, the daylight broke through the star filled sky and pulled me from complete misery. I felt that even my blurred eyes could not rest upon the sight of Hayley’s indescribable body. With a lonely howl, I forced my weak body to stand, knowing that needed to find help and a safe place to protect myself from the enemy.


Unaware of a coarse engine straining its way closer to me, I stared blankly ahead as I made my path across the deserted road.


“Sam!” a seemingly endless screech called to me from over the roar of the engine. I was abruptly spear tackled by a familiar thought as they clutched my limp body. I turned to and collapsed into his stable grasp. In my heart, I knew Taybor would find me, whatever it took.


Although the question of Hayley swarmed his vacant expression, he knew that my teary eyes held the answer. For a moment, I refused to do anything but hold a tightly clutch around him. Eventually, he pulled back, gently breathing as he placed his hand under my chin, insisting for my eye contact. People often say that eyes are the windows to the soul, yet I felt I was incapable and undeserving to own one. I tried to close them.


“You know what a wise person once said to me?” He asked with kindness.


“What?” I questioned uncaringly, still clenching my eyes tightly, trying to leave this life; taking my mind somewhere else.


“When life throws rocks at you,” he began, recalling what Hayley said a couple of days ago. I shot my eyes out bitterly at first, speculating why he thought he had the right to mention a truth about her. I realised what he was demanding me to reflect.


“...turn around and throw mountains back,” I finished. And, with that, my ambition snapped back into its rhythmic pattern. My eyes grew wider with Taybor’s lopsided smirk joining my motivation. With a sudden shot of courage, my legs sprinted for the door of the still shuddering rust bucket. I yanked the car into gear, forcing the accelerator to move the tired wheels. Taybor, with an eager mind, swiftly moved to the passenger’s side, just making it in time. Without a word to each other, our eyes were fixated on the sunset which burnt the broad horizon.

(to be continued)