Here With Me – Chapter 2

Hello Everyone!

How are you?

Here is the new chapter for the new story. I hope you enjoy it! 🙂

Here With Me

Chapter 2

Darkness. That is all that can be seen behind closed eyes.

Suddenly, it appeared. A flicker of light like a sparkling star in the distance. It grew brighter and brighter eventually consuming everything in its path. The warmth of the light brushed against the skin awakening every cell in the body.

Sounds. The sound of blood pounding in the ears. The heart beating feverishly.

A prickly feeling rushed through the entire body, resurrecting movement in a lifeless body.

My eyes opened gradually, but my vision was blurry. I couldn’t make out where I was. My throat was parched. I needed water. All I could hear was many strange beeping sounds of machines surrounding me. Then I heard it…a distorted voice…speaking in a devilish tone.

“Oh thank God! She’s awake. Get the doctor!”

Somewhere in my mind an unknown voice lingered. It spoke to me, ‘It’s time to wake up Keisha. I’m waiting for you.’

Suddenly everything disappeared and I was lost to the world once again.

~X~

The Next Day

When my eyes opened, I took in my surroundings. The walls were pure white, and the room smelled like disinfectant spray and it wafted throughout the whole building. Beside me was a small bedside table, and on that table was a vase of flowers and a cup of water which was covered by a coaster.

Adjacent to me was a chair and I noticed it was occupied. My brother Cole was sprawled out on the chair, sleeping. When he couldn’t get comfortable, one of his eyes popped open, and he instantly sat up and yawned.

He checked his watch and with a cheerful smile he said, “Good afternoon, Nicola Allyson! You’re finally in the land of the living!” He got up from the seat and hugged me tight like a bear trap clutching to its prey.

“You know, we were all worried about you,” he said as he went and sat back on the chair, he sat at the edge of the seat, his arms resting on his knees as he leaned forwards, “we thought we had lost you forever.”

“Why?” I asked him. I was utterly lost.

“Wait, you don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember what?”

Cole sighed and looked straight into my eyes, “long story short…you had a stalker. You witnessed him killing your best friend because she found his ‘so called’ shrine dedicated to you, she called and asked you to meet her there so she could show you. Afterwards, you went to the police and filed a report, but they could never catch him. He then started to threaten you and almost killed you…hence you went under witness protection because no matter what he would always find you.” Cole lowered his eyes, I think he saw the I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about expression playing on my face; and Cole stood up, “I’ll be back in a moment.” He left the room.

I was alone for quite some time. I watched the entrance of the room hoping Cole would return as I began to feel unsafe, as if unknown eyes were spying on me. Out of nowhere someone else appeared in the entrance to the ward room, someone I didn’t know or never seen before. When my eyes landed on him, my heart skipped a beat.

“Who are you?” I asked, sitting up in my hospital bed.

“My name is Justin.” He said resting against the door frame with his arms folded.

“Do I know you?”

“Of course, you know me, Keisha. I’m your fiancé.” I could tell my expression was of pure bewilderment.

“Excuse me, what did you just say?”

Just like that he smiled and left. It was uncanny to explain but, it felt like my heart wanted to jump out and land straight in his hands! Why did I feel this way? We only just met! I began to panic, I couldn’t figure out what was happening to me…maybe, it was a dream and I’m just waiting to wake up. I pinched my skin and it hurt. Nope. This was not a dream.

I ripped out the wires that were connected to a drip and scrambled out of my bed, only to fall on the floor. My legs felt stiff and numb, I was unable to move.

“Nicola!” Cole rushed up to my side and hoisted me back on my feet again and tucked me into bed. My breathing was rapid; I was distraught.

“What are you doing? You should be resting!” Cole was angry at me.

“I don’t know what is going on! I don’t even know why I’m in hospital! I don’t know why this complete stranger came and told me he was my fiancé!” I cried into his shoulder and I couldn’t stop myself. I felt him tense as he pulled me away at arms length.

“What was his name?” He asked.

“He said his name was Justin.” I sobbed. I could see the shock on his face, and as quickly as it arrived he made it vanish. He embraced me again and stroked the long length of my hair.

“It’s okay Nicola. You’re safe. No one can hurt you any more…” His voice became mute.

What did you guys think? Confusing right? Well everything will get clearer as the chapters come down!

This reminds me of when I was in college and the strange ideas I used to come out with 🙂

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New Story: Here With Me

Hello Everyone!

How are you?

Here is the new story that I was working on. I couldn’t upload it earlier because I realized that I had only done one draft and it was all over the place. So now it is ready to be read. So I hope you enjoy this one. It has nothing to do with the supernatural or aliens…it is surprisingly normal but, surreal.

This story was inspired by Dido’s song ‘Here With Me’.

I hope you enjoy it!

Here With Me

Chapter 1

Have you ever loved someone so much that without them, life feels incomplete? All you want to do is treasure every living moment and grow old together?

What if…just what if…this was all an illusion waiting to crumble into millions of pieces in a blink of an eye?

Nothing but a black hole remains, a void that cannot be filled; it haunts you and taunts you.

What if tragedy awaits in the darkness ready to strike…itching to spread the darkness within the vessel it possesses?

What if, all this was a figment of our imagination?

My name is Keisha Bridge.

Welcome to my world…welcome to my story…

~X~

Justin, the man of my dreams and the one true love of my life. He is the one person that truly understands me. He accepted me for who I was. He taught me the joy of laughter and that smiling brightened up the day; he taught me what true happiness was. Before, I never knew what love, happiness and joy even meant.

Today it was our one year anniversary of being together. Justin took us to a fancy restaurant in the city, and might I add it was the best Italian restaurant. It was a candle lit dinner and the staff had appointed us a seat by the window so the world could gaze in, the place was decorated in an assortment of gorgeous flowers. A middle-aged man dressed in a posh suit was seated by a grand piano, his fingers moved with elegance as he played; he was positioned in the middle of the restaurant surrounded by all the guests. Today, Justin made me feel like a princess.

After our amazing dinner, we left the restaurant and headed over to the small car park that was in front of the restaurant, I pulled out the keys and pressed the button to see my lights flash and the alarm beep.

I entwined my arm around his and leaned my head on his arm, I was feeling rather exhausted. As we walked, I wasn’t paying any attention to my surroundings when I barged into someone. He wore a black hoodie that hid his face from the light, but from his build he was strong and lean.

I stopped and separated myself from Justin and my gaze followed the guy wearing the black hoodie, “Sorry, I didn’t see you.” I said, but he didn’t even acknowledge the fact that I was even there. He ended up sprinting towards the exit and was gone. Strange, I thought to myself.

When I turned back, I saw Justin sitting on the bonnet of the car. I moved towards him peeking over his shoulder at his phone, he was too busy updating his status on a social networking site! I sighed and went over to the driver’s door and got into the car. Justin on the other hand strolled to the passenger seat door whilst punching the keypad on his phone like a madman; replying back to a message or status comment. I pressed the horn which rang loudly through the car park and he swiftly entered the car.

“Sorry, your darling best friend has started bugging me about our special night out.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead, “Why is she pestering me for anyway? She should pester you instead!” He added.

“She is probably trying to get to know you better. Or, maybe she just wants to be your friend?” I replied as I drove out of the parking lot, “So where to now?” I asked him.

Justin connected his ipod to the car system and ended up blasting his music library. The song that came on first was from Flyleaf ‘All Around Me.’ It was our song, this tune played when we first met at a rock bar.

“Let’s go home. I’m pretty tired and tomorrow I have an urgent meeting with my publisher.” He breathed out as he got comfortable in the seat.

After ten minutes we were driving on a long stretch of road, we were the only people on this road. The night was quiet…to quiet. I looked up to the rear view mirror and from out of nowhere a car had come into view and was speeding up fast!

Suddenly the front of the other car rammed into the back of my car jerking us forward. Alarmed by the other driver’s actions, I sped up to gain some distance between me and the lunatic behind us. I looked at the rear view mirror once more, I perceived the driver behind me had picked up speed and within a few seconds the front of his car met head-on with the back-end of my car, once again.

“What is the matter with this guy?” I yelled as panic started to rise within us. Justin turned off the music. He lowered his window and signalled for the guy to drive past us, but he just accelerated faster.

All of a sudden my phone rang, it was an unknown caller. The unknown caller who has hassled me for weeks, scaring me for weeks. Every time they phoned all I heard was heavy breathing, laughing and saying ‘Nicola I’m coming to get you.’

I clutched the phone with a trembling hand and accepted the call, “Hello?” my voice was shaky.

“Hello Nicola, remember me, little bird? I’m the guy that you helped to put away and now I’m coming after you. I’m going to make sure that you suffer.” he laughed, “I’d like to see how you get out of this predicament, little bird…” The call was disconnected and I dropped the phone to the floor; lost in thought the fear bubbling up ready to consume me fully.

The car behind us went for my bumper again and I was officially frightened for both of our lives. Justin was also panic-stricken, but at the same time perplexed as to what freaked me out.

“Keisha what is going on?” He asked.

I couldn’t tell him anything. If I did it would expose me and put Justin in ‘their’ cross-hairs and this was something I won’t let happen. I couldn’t tell him who I really was, and everything Justin knows about me is a complete and utter lie! I started to cry.

Out of nowhere another car came from around the bend, proceeding directly for us at full speed. I tried the brakes, but the car didn’t decelerate. Trepidation claimed us; a positive outcome seemed bleak.

“Use the brakes!” Justin yelled.

“I am, but they aren’t working!” My foot repeatedly pressed the brake pedal down and no matter how many times I did this the car was still speeding, and deep down inside of me I had a feeling that we were both doomed!

I looked over at Justin and said, “Forgive me…” To avoid the head on collision I veered the car towards the left. I closed my eyes as soon as the car broke past the wooden barrier of the bridge and we took a great plunge into the dark river…

To be continued…

So what did you think? It will start making sense as the story continues.

A little flicker of hope

National Novel Writing Month

Only last week I decided to join the National Novel Writing Month, I thought I’d give it go and see if this is the big push I need to get myself going. I was really overwhelmed at first, but then I went onto the forums and sorted out all of my worries and now I am eagerly awaiting for 1st of November.

This is actually my first year attempting to do this, so anyone else done NaNoWriMo before? And what tips and advice would you give to someone like me who is a first timer?

The Other Stuff

This section is not related to National Novel Writing Month. This weekend at work I got really offended by the locum pharmacist I was working with. Last week she basically said I had no brains and that once someone says something to you try and remember it. It wasn’t my fault that I was stuck serving customers and by the time the queue calmed down I had forgotten what she told me to do. She ends up saying to me I have no common sense. This was last Saturday and I almost wanted to cry because she never listens to what I have to say before she starts having a go at me for silly things.

This Saturday she basically says to me that I’m not observant and I know nothing. She told me about this place that is looking for staff as he has two stores and needs the extra help. So I asked her where are the two shops so I can go there and see them by myself. She starts asking me if I know streets names and I’m so hesitant to answer as I only know places via a landmark, I am a visual person. And then she says I am not observant and I know nothing. I tried to tell her that I know from landmarks and buildings, but she would not have any of it.

Sometimes I wonder why am I still stuck in that workplace where I am not accepted much? Before she used to praise me and say that if my manager will allow me to progress I would be a valuable asset. Now, when they have crushed my confidence and blocked my progress she is basically started to treat me like crap. No-one listens to a single thing I had to say at staff meetings or in talking to me in general that I have started to stop talking to them. As every Saturday I seem to come home upset and completely crushed.

The only thing that has kept me grounded and not thinking about my current situation was planning my novel in October, with my friend, and now the National Novel Writing Month. It is a little flicker of hope, that not everything in life is bad.

Love is Indestructible & Flashpoint

I bet everyone is confused as to how love is indestructible and how it is related to Flashpoint?

Well continue to read on.

For those of you who do not know of the TV show ‘Flashpoint’ here is a little synopsis of the show. Basically this show is a crime drama which focuses on a tactical team, called the ‘Strategic Response Unit’ (SRU) and they are quite like a SWAT team that steps in when cops cannot handle the situation. This team helps with rescuing hostages, busts gangs, disable bombs and they take on tougher cases. They try to use less lethal options, they try to talk down the subjects that are escalating.

Just to add a little note, this post contains spoilers.

This show has had some very emotional episodes. There were two that really brought tears to my eyes. Now I really do hate crying when watching movies and TV shows, it shows just how emotional I am, but sometimes it is uncontrollable. Now the reason why I love this show is because they contain real life situations and real problems, especially with the SRU team, they all have their issues and problems, which they have to put aside in order to save lives.

The first episode that made me want to cry was about this 16-year-old girl who has a drunken mother and she becomes a target by a gang of local girls that have ties to gangs. The reason she becomes a target is because she filed a report about an attempted rape. While at work the girls show up and they start harassing her, which leads to her accidentally shooting one of the gang members. She is on the run and tries to end her life because she couldn’t take the humiliation anymore. This is where SRU is called in and Jules has the hard task of trying to connect with this 16-year-old and stop her from killing herself.

It was just too sad to watch that at the end I was literally in tears and feeling for this 16-year-old girl. Thank God that my brother did not see me in tears otherwise he would have started laughing at me. Yeah it happened when I watched the movie ‘Armageddon’ and he still teases me about it till this day.

Now here is why I say that love is indestructible, is the second episode that made me cry but, stuck with me for a few days after watching it. Basically this couple have been in a long relationship lasting for 15 years and the woman has an illness that affects her brain. So eventually her brain will shut down and so will ber body. The symptoms that she got in the episode was that she will eventually forget everyone, have slurred speech and have hallucinations. Now she is slowly dying and the guy she is with loves her like mad, that he took her out for dinner (a restaurant that they met) and left without paying, robbed a drug store and gate crashed a wedding party so they could have a last dance at her favourite place.

It also turns out that she wanted him to help her end her life as she didn’t want to live like that, and forget him, she wanted to remember him and the love they had for each other before her brain fully shuts down and she starts forgetting. He agrees. He had stolen enough morphine for 2. He wanted to die with her because he couldn’t live without her, this is a woman he spent 15 years with.  The SRU try to stop this from happening. Eventually the escalated subjects back down and realise they just want to be together, but the kicker is they do get arrested, but the nicest thing was they could spend the last remaining moments together, and they won’t be separated, (obviously thanks to SRU and the awesome Greg Parker).

So from that episode, I realised that love is a very powerful emotion. It can make you feel amazing yet at the same time make you do crazy things for the people you love. After watching that episode, I have never taken anything for granted and made me realise that I should love the people near to me and spend as much time as possible with them. Love doesn’t have to mean relationship between lovers, but love for family and friends also.

One track comes into mind, for both that episode and this brilliant show, and it is a track by ‘Skillet’…what is up with me, I’m liking a lot of ‘Skillet’ these days, well anyway the track is ‘A little more’.