Mon, February 06 2012
| TITLE: | Awaking |
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| AUTHOR: | Moishouki |
| CATEGORY/TYPE: | First Person Narrative Workshop |
| RATING/WARNINGS: | G, Gen |
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| DESCRIPTION: | First Person Narrative Workshop |
| STATUS: | Complete |
I opened my eyes on the darkness of a room. I was laid in a bed. A comfortable one but an unknown one, in a room I was not much to remind. Well the darkness of the room was not to help me to see the detail of that, not much that the hangover’ effect I was to undergo associate with the so deep pain I was to feel. Just as if my hart had been run through by a long sword and that by miracle I had escaped to the death. But if there had been only a physical pain, I could have managed some way; I had been trained to live through the worse ones. There was a sadness I was not to can forget. Sadness deeper that the Niagara waterfall, sadness I could have drown myself in if I had not already cried all the tears of my body while to feel lost and distraught when the adrenaline’ rush had been over with and that I had succeed to get away of that dreadful place.
The room was dark but the bed was warm, and not empty like behind my back I was to feel something laid there with me in that bed, a body. Someone was laid asleep with me. The realization of the fact I had shared a bed with someone had almost made me jump since I was not to remind that at all. My only memories I had been that harsh breath sound coming to my ear, the though steps in the snowed land, the red stains on that snow. Yes, the blood, so much of that. The bullets fired and receive, as the guns were raging. His blood dried on my hands and my clothes had been the only vestiges of the time we had passed together. I had been his big brother, which had been my responsibility to protect him, to save his live to the peril of mine. To even fall at his place from that cliff if that had been the way to kept him alive. I whipped my eyes with my fingertips and I moved slowly out of the bed and leaved that unknown person sleep, as I was not sure I was interested to found out with who I had shared that bed just yet.
I walked on a low pace in the now half darkness of the room as my eyes had adapted a bit themselves to the lack of light. I was walking when my foot came in contact with something and I almost fallen on the floor. A large travel bag had been leaved on the floor and I would have stumbled over it if I had not put my hand on the wall for keep the equilibrium. I pushed the bag with my foot out of my way with a sighs as my hand on the wall found on itself the handle of some blunt instrument. I touch that I know even in the lack of light than there was an umbrella. By the wetness of that it was easy to deduce that someone had traveled under the rain but I was not to remind if that had been me. I forgot the item and walked to the fireplace where the fire was almost dead and in my undressed state I had begun to feel the cold bite.
I used the poker and put more coal on the fire before get a candle lighted. I put that on the small table on my left with the emptied bottle, the remain of some rum cake sit on a plate and the two white envelops holding my handwriting that I was not to remind had wrote as the fire and the candle given me more light. I pulled a bit the curtain to look outside by the window as the glass reflected my tired and barbed face before lets me see the street badly lighted with the fog of the early hours of the morning, so I was in England, but I was stay unsure about the town with the lack of details I had and the hard time to join the last moment I was to remind with the one of my awaking as if I had been drunk several days along.
I pulled the chair and found a pile of clothes wrapped on the back of that. By the smelling they were mine and they had seen better days, only good for the fire to my opinion. But better conserve them a moment longer- I though before throw the pile of dirty and used clothes to the fireplace, what one would done if they weren’t one’s only clothes availed to the moment. On the opposite chair were some other clothes on which I looked on as a feeling of lack of comfort overcome me with the moan coming from the bed while the person moved in stay asleep. I take a cloth from the other chair and the smelling was so appealing remind me so much of someone. In move the clothes a small brown envelop fallen on the floor. I collected that and looked on. I was to manage to read that when a sound get my attention out of the wire. The person had moved and moaned in her sleep.
My eyes leaved the wire as I was sure to have badly saw and that my imagination had tricked me badly to look on the bed where was come the moaning. There was well a feminine form laid under those crumpled blankets and that bed in mess. I looked on as that was not possible from where I was to stand in that dimmed light to distinct for sure her hair’ colour and that my eyes were stay to tell me about someone I had always loved in silence and wished to be with only in my dreams. But by my state of undressing, the clothes leaved on the chairs, and her exposed skin of her body, as well that her way to moan in her sleep, the scene was a telltale of what should have happen while I was drunk and before I came back to my sense. Unsure how react to that fact, I rubbed my face with my hand trying to found how deal with the ill situation I had on all evidence droved myself in.
Lost in my concern, I had not remarked that she was awaked and was to look on me. Her big bleu eyes, her red hair in mess, and her red lips, she was to seem just as lost that I was. I didn’t empty that bottle alone then; since she not seem had memory neither- I though in look for a way we get out of that. “Rebb…” I did begun as my old stammering was to seem came back for boring me when that was the worse moment for that. Seeing my trouble she moved of the bed in use some blanket to dress herself. She walked to me and put a fingertip on my lips to keep me quiet, “Don’t, Phileas. I know that nightmare awaked you. But it’s over now. That was years ago. Your memory will come back like that was, just not rush thing.” She said me with her arms around me and her head put on my chest. “Oh! Phileas! I was so scared to lost you with that bomb. And with all what the darkness league did us lately. Please, not walk away that way again. I love you so much.” She added and I looked on her with a smile as my arms were around her too.
“I love you too, Rebecca.” I said her while to rub her back and as the curiosity gets the better of me, “Hum! What that was about what happen last night?” As asked her with an eyebrow lifted as a smile appeared on her lips and sparks burned in her bleu eyes. “I believe I get enough time to help you to remind of that before Jules and Passepartout get the Aurora here for us and next… Perhaps… We could go to a small pleasant trip to Tangiers… You know only a small relaxing one… Away of the cold England…” She said me on a really seductive tone and between few kisses. I kissed her back, “We could… If you’re really… Really sure… That would be a pleasant trip… Without a mission… Linked to that.” I said her on the same pattern as she was on the good way to help my memory. “I assure you… No mission… I’m in vacation for the time of your recovery…” She said me in know she had found the words to convince me or at last the action to do so as I carried her back to the bed for as long my valet and or our young writer friend would not came to knock at the door of our hotel room.
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