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graceviolet) wrote2013-06-23 09:35 pm
graceviolet) wrote2013-06-23 09:35 pm
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Story; The Sting of the Past is Still Present (Laurel/Arianna)
I REALLY like this one! Well I will really like it once I freaking write the whole scene! haha
“Can you hold my bags while I open the door?” Arianna asks me. She brushes the strings of the many bags she has up against the knuckles of my right hand, which isn’t holding anything unlike my left hand which is clutching tightly onto Bear’s harness.
“Sure,” I respond. I hold my hand open, palm facing up.
Arianna places the many strings and ribbons holding the bags into my hand, the various pieces of fabric swaying back and forth from the sudden movement. “There ya go.” She giggles awkwardly, probably watching me fumbling around with the bags in my hand. “It’ll be just a sec.”
I hear Arianna pull out her keys from her purse, the sounds of them jingling like they were a tambourine used for a band. The scrapping of metal and wood is heard as Arianna tries to place the key into the keyhole. The second she turns the key the sound of the door unlocking can be heard. Click.
After a doorknob is turned and the creaky front door is opened, Arianna, Bear and I walk inside Arianna’s home.
I can tell just by the way the door shuts that the room we are in (which is most likely the foyer) is very spacious and open based on the vibrations of the door closing.
Arianna notices I’m still holding onto her bags. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll take those from you.”
*****
I was sitting at the end of Arianna’s bed, while she was putting her clothes away in her closet. Bear was lying down on the bed next to me. I could hear the rustle of the shopping bags being open, the loud creak of Arianna’s closet doors being open and the tiny pop rock like quick sounds of Arianna’s plastic hangers swaying back and forth.
“So…” Arianna said to me, her back facing me. I could tell she was placing her newly purchased items of clothing out of the shopping bags and into her walk in closet.
Her footsteps halted. “Can I ask you a question?” this time her voice was facing me.
I knew she was hesitant on asking this from the slight quiver in her voice and the way I could hear her fumbling with her article of clothing, trying to put it on the plastic hanger.
“Sure, go ahead.” I smiled at her hoping to relieve some of her nervousness, I made sure to present a wide smile to her.
“Um, how did you become blind?”
My smile slowly changed into a straight lined face. “Oh.”
Arianna dropped whatever she was still trying to place on the hanger and dropped it to the ground. A tiny ping could be heard on her hardwood floor. “I knew I shouldn’t have asked that, I feel so stupid now!” She placed her hands to her side, slapping her thighs from embarrassment.
I placed my hands up in front of me almost as if I was surrendering. “No, don’t feel bad,” I said to her. “I was just surprised. That question just doesn’t come up that often.”
“Really?” Arianna responded. I imagined her nose to be scrunched up and her eyes to be slightly squinted from confusion.
“Yeah, everyone’s all, ’Oh my god, you’re blind! How do you get around?’ No one ever asks me about my past.”
Arianna bent down and grabbed both the shirt and hanger off the floor, the hanger making that same plinking sound. “So…what happened?”
I knew this was going to take a long time to explain. “Well, for starters it was my 12th birthday when it happened!”
“Shut up!” was Arianna’s response.
“Yep. But that’s not the weird part; it was how I acted. I cared more about getting my birthday presents then actually dealing with the fact that I couldn’t see.” As I continued, I noticed Arianna was placing her clothes in closet a lot more slower, almost as if she was entranced by my story.
“I remember it was the morning after. I still couldn’t see obviously. I remember I was sitting on our staircase with Will and we were both listening to our parents arguing. ‘How are we going to pay for all of this?’ My father said.
I could tell he was pacing back and forth. Meanwhile my Mom was flipping through numerous amount of books, books about blindness I assumed.
‘I don’t know! We’ll figure out a way.’ My Mom responded her voice was shaky and I could tell she had been crying.”
I paused. “That day was the first time they fought, but it wasn’t the last.”
“What happened?” Arianna asked.
I could tell by the way she wasn’t still fumbling with her hangers or swaying back and forth, that she actually was paying attention to what I had to say. I was quite surprised by this. It’s quite rare when someone actually pays attention to what a blind person has to say.
The next thing I know, Arianna walked over to her bed, where I am still sitting on the right side and gently sat down opposite from me.
Our knees slightly touched and I felt an electric shock pass between us. It probably was just static electricity or something.
“What else happened?” Arianna said.
The fact that she was only a couple feet from me, shocked me. “Well, that one fight, turned into multiple fights. Will and I would sit on the stairs every night to hear what new thing they were bickering about. But there wasn’t anything new to argue about. The main words that I heard pass between them was about me. About the fact that I’m blind and how much it would cost and how they don’t know what to do about it.”
“That’s terrible, Laurel. I’m sorry.” Arianna said, placing her hand on my knee for comfort.
“It’s fine; I’ve gotten used to my ‘situation’. Yeah it sucks, but you gotta keep on trying and try to overcome all the shit obstacles that life throws your way.”
“What happened to your father?” Arianna muttered under her breath. I could tell she was nervous upon asking that question.
“My Mom and him eventually got a divorce about a year of putting up with me. She never has outright said it, but I think he left because of me. He left because of the fact that I was blind and he couldn’t handle it. My Mom’s been overprotective and frantic over me ever since. She tries to make up for the lack of my Dad, wish is fine, but the majority of the time her overbearing self bothers the heck out of Will and I.”
I look down at the floor, trying to think of any sort of happy thought to stop the memories of the past flashing through my eyes.
“You okay?” Arianna asked. She now placed her arm around me and slowly moved her hand back and forth across my back in a comforting manner.
“Yeah I’m fine. It’s just I’ve never really said that to anyone, and I’m glad it was you.”
“I’m glad you felt that you could share that with me.” Arianna replied.
“Yeah, me too.” I look in the direction of her face and smile at her.
Even though I can’t see, I could tell she’s smiling back at me.
“Can you hold my bags while I open the door?” Arianna asks me. She brushes the strings of the many bags she has up against the knuckles of my right hand, which isn’t holding anything unlike my left hand which is clutching tightly onto Bear’s harness.
“Sure,” I respond. I hold my hand open, palm facing up.
Arianna places the many strings and ribbons holding the bags into my hand, the various pieces of fabric swaying back and forth from the sudden movement. “There ya go.” She giggles awkwardly, probably watching me fumbling around with the bags in my hand. “It’ll be just a sec.”
I hear Arianna pull out her keys from her purse, the sounds of them jingling like they were a tambourine used for a band. The scrapping of metal and wood is heard as Arianna tries to place the key into the keyhole. The second she turns the key the sound of the door unlocking can be heard. Click.
After a doorknob is turned and the creaky front door is opened, Arianna, Bear and I walk inside Arianna’s home.
I can tell just by the way the door shuts that the room we are in (which is most likely the foyer) is very spacious and open based on the vibrations of the door closing.
Arianna notices I’m still holding onto her bags. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll take those from you.”
*****
I was sitting at the end of Arianna’s bed, while she was putting her clothes away in her closet. Bear was lying down on the bed next to me. I could hear the rustle of the shopping bags being open, the loud creak of Arianna’s closet doors being open and the tiny pop rock like quick sounds of Arianna’s plastic hangers swaying back and forth.
“So…” Arianna said to me, her back facing me. I could tell she was placing her newly purchased items of clothing out of the shopping bags and into her walk in closet.
Her footsteps halted. “Can I ask you a question?” this time her voice was facing me.
I knew she was hesitant on asking this from the slight quiver in her voice and the way I could hear her fumbling with her article of clothing, trying to put it on the plastic hanger.
“Sure, go ahead.” I smiled at her hoping to relieve some of her nervousness, I made sure to present a wide smile to her.
“Um, how did you become blind?”
My smile slowly changed into a straight lined face. “Oh.”
Arianna dropped whatever she was still trying to place on the hanger and dropped it to the ground. A tiny ping could be heard on her hardwood floor. “I knew I shouldn’t have asked that, I feel so stupid now!” She placed her hands to her side, slapping her thighs from embarrassment.
I placed my hands up in front of me almost as if I was surrendering. “No, don’t feel bad,” I said to her. “I was just surprised. That question just doesn’t come up that often.”
“Really?” Arianna responded. I imagined her nose to be scrunched up and her eyes to be slightly squinted from confusion.
“Yeah, everyone’s all, ’Oh my god, you’re blind! How do you get around?’ No one ever asks me about my past.”
Arianna bent down and grabbed both the shirt and hanger off the floor, the hanger making that same plinking sound. “So…what happened?”
I knew this was going to take a long time to explain. “Well, for starters it was my 12th birthday when it happened!”
“Shut up!” was Arianna’s response.
“Yep. But that’s not the weird part; it was how I acted. I cared more about getting my birthday presents then actually dealing with the fact that I couldn’t see.” As I continued, I noticed Arianna was placing her clothes in closet a lot more slower, almost as if she was entranced by my story.
“I remember it was the morning after. I still couldn’t see obviously. I remember I was sitting on our staircase with Will and we were both listening to our parents arguing. ‘How are we going to pay for all of this?’ My father said.
I could tell he was pacing back and forth. Meanwhile my Mom was flipping through numerous amount of books, books about blindness I assumed.
‘I don’t know! We’ll figure out a way.’ My Mom responded her voice was shaky and I could tell she had been crying.”
I paused. “That day was the first time they fought, but it wasn’t the last.”
“What happened?” Arianna asked.
I could tell by the way she wasn’t still fumbling with her hangers or swaying back and forth, that she actually was paying attention to what I had to say. I was quite surprised by this. It’s quite rare when someone actually pays attention to what a blind person has to say.
The next thing I know, Arianna walked over to her bed, where I am still sitting on the right side and gently sat down opposite from me.
Our knees slightly touched and I felt an electric shock pass between us. It probably was just static electricity or something.
“What else happened?” Arianna said.
The fact that she was only a couple feet from me, shocked me. “Well, that one fight, turned into multiple fights. Will and I would sit on the stairs every night to hear what new thing they were bickering about. But there wasn’t anything new to argue about. The main words that I heard pass between them was about me. About the fact that I’m blind and how much it would cost and how they don’t know what to do about it.”
“That’s terrible, Laurel. I’m sorry.” Arianna said, placing her hand on my knee for comfort.
“It’s fine; I’ve gotten used to my ‘situation’. Yeah it sucks, but you gotta keep on trying and try to overcome all the shit obstacles that life throws your way.”
“What happened to your father?” Arianna muttered under her breath. I could tell she was nervous upon asking that question.
“My Mom and him eventually got a divorce about a year of putting up with me. She never has outright said it, but I think he left because of me. He left because of the fact that I was blind and he couldn’t handle it. My Mom’s been overprotective and frantic over me ever since. She tries to make up for the lack of my Dad, wish is fine, but the majority of the time her overbearing self bothers the heck out of Will and I.”
I look down at the floor, trying to think of any sort of happy thought to stop the memories of the past flashing through my eyes.
“You okay?” Arianna asked. She now placed her arm around me and slowly moved her hand back and forth across my back in a comforting manner.
“Yeah I’m fine. It’s just I’ve never really said that to anyone, and I’m glad it was you.”
“I’m glad you felt that you could share that with me.” Arianna replied.
“Yeah, me too.” I look in the direction of her face and smile at her.
Even though I can’t see, I could tell she’s smiling back at me.