Post by nota on Feb 3, 2008 16:08:15 GMT
Jane’s POV
Preface
[/center]The deep cuts in my left hand shone brightly, all reddish pink. I traced one with my other hand, careful not to touch the line. I knew I was crying then. All the time I had practiced not to, all of the things I’d done to stop the pain – I still couldn’t control it.
Violet stared, unseeing, at me. She had been in a trance from the moment I pulled back my left sleeve. I reached out for her, but her ambers eyes widened and she jerked away. I left my arm hung in the air. I knew it was no use, Violet was never one for taking it easy.
Things would never be the same again . . .
Just like it was never the same when he left . . .
Make Believe
Why don't we make believe we're in love again
Who says the crimson moon doesn't shine
Where do people go when they're looking for that one of a kind
Why don't we make believe that we're sorry
Why must we hold it all inside
Where do lovers go when they're running and there's no place to hide?
“NO!”
Sighing and cursing Violet Mary-Linn Aoine O’Driscoll, (there I said it!) I shrugged my friend off as she tried to cling to my arm in desperation.
‘Please, it was just a stupid school dance. Ooops, I said that out loud.’ I watched as her eyes water and her face turn into a pout. Typical Violet.
“A dance?! Jane, it’s the prom! Our last dance in High School!” she practically shrieked.
‘Of course to the normal teenage girl, it would be the most important event in her High School career, but you could say I’m not ordinary. Hell, I don’t even know if I count as a person. Not that I’m a vampire or anything. I’d be telling a whole different story if I was. And, my life would be much more interesting.
Let me start off and tell you about myself before Violet starts again with her rant … Oh she has started. Let’s just tune her out for now …
I’m Jane Christine S. Hemmingway. And no, I’m not a writer. I’m a girl, obviously. I’ve two eyes, which are both green. Some people say they have a speck of gold in them, but I’m not sure. That’s kinda freaky, since my mom had light-grey eyes and my dad has bluish-grey. I think my grandmamma, has green eyes, though. Oh well, enough on the eyes. I have light brown hair. Which I like, ‘cause its long and kinda flippy. Anyways, it’s not too much of a hassle since its very fine. You know, not thick.
My parents are divorced, as off three years ago. I got over it ages ago. I live with my mom right now, but I occasionally visit my dad. Although I could do without his girlfriends on those said visits. I’m also an only child, but with the rate my mom goes through her boyfriends, I’m not sure if I’d be anymore.
I go to Buckland Academy and a proud *not* Senior. It’s a boarding school and if you didn’t know that they give out scholarships like crazy, you wouldn’t think I actually go there, with my shabby black and blue clothing. Hmm, in fact, I think the only reason I got in there was because (I think) my mom slept with the Headmaster. That information might or may not be true. I asked her that once, (my mom I mean) but she blushed and changed the subject. My best bets are that he snubbed her and he only wanted her for the sex. I don’t care.
Anyways, I’m dorm-mate with Violet Mary-Linn Aoine O’Driscoll. You’ve met her, the perky, bubbly girl talking just now. Quite a cliché, don’t you think? Lifeless girl best friends with the most ‘in’ person. I’m not a lifeless girl, really, I just pretend to be. I’m more of a life-hating person. But we’ll get to that later, I’m telling you about Vi. She has soft-amber eyes and dirty brown hair. You wouldn’t know if it was brown or black or blonde. She said it was brown. (I think she’s a red head, really). She has some issues about her hair. It has to be poifect every time. Her family is from Ireland. The Great Famine, she said. She has two brothers, Nicholas (Nick) and Christopher (Chris). Nick is her twin and Chris is their older brother. He’s adopted, ‘cause their parents thought they were barren. A couple of years after Chris was adopted, Violet and Nick were born!
Oh, better stop now and go back to reality, Violet looks like she’s winding down her speech.
“… since we have been best friends for quite some time now, I hope we could go together, you know …seeing as you’ve got no date and I’ve got no date …” She trailed of aimlessly. I knew what she was getting at. “The Accident” as she calls it.
Snorting, I answered her, “Please, Vi. I saw seven guys ask you out already. All at the same day! I even saw that nerdy guy, Eric Swanson, practicing his speech and how he would declare his undying love for you behind the trashcans the other day!” She chose to ignore the latter.
“And I saw three ask you!” she defended and she was right, but I wouldn’t tell her that.
“Violet, you need a hearing aid. They just asked me for the assignment.”
“Uh-no! I was in hearing distance – beside you!” Drat. I forgot that.
“Well, I’m not going . . .” I turned my heel and stalked off. I’d love to deal with it later, rather than sooner.
“Don’t you leave me here again!” yelled Violet.
That girl needs to learn about ‘alone time’. I yawned and put my hood up as I walked out the door. It was raining – again. I sure hope it would continue till the end of the month.
I love the rain. It was my companion day and night. It leaves me cold and refreshed. Too bad that I don’t have a strong immune system or I’d spend all my waking moment in it. (Which is a lot, I tell you)
Pushing the door open, I went into the girl’s dormitory. It was seriously smelly in here. Not stinky smelly, more like powder/perfume/puffiness. All the girly-girly girls at this school were astonishing. To me at least, it didn’t seem to bother anyone else.
Holding my breath, I stormed down the hallway and bolted the bedroom door. Violet was a slow walker and really clumsy. It would probably take her ten minutes to cross the courtyard, which took me three minutes. I loved that about her.
* * *
I slipped into my sweatpants and an old t-shirt. Our stereo system was pretty off the top, since Violet loves music as I do. I played my favorite CD and tuned up the volume, putting my headphones on. Grabbing my notepad and a pen, I plunked down on my bed and snuggled under the sheets.
I loved writing – especially when it’s raining and I’m all alone. I looked around the room for inspiration.
After crossing out several lines of failed attempts, I placed it back on my bed-side table. I began to take more notice of the song that was playing than the pounding of the rain against the roof.
Why don't we make believe we're in love again
Who says the crimson moon doesn't shine
Where do people go when they're looking for that one of a kind
I began to tear up at once. ‘Twas my favorite song and reminded me so much of the past. The tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I choked, trying not to start to sob.
CRASH
Sniffing, I wiped my face on the bed sheet. That was probably Violet. Crashing another one of the potted plants. She has an average of two a week. This was her third. It had been happening more so because of Prom. She still has to find the ‘perfect dress’, she and her committee had to plan her … erm, her thing, well her running for Prom Queen. She asked me to be in her committee, but I had to put my foot down. I don’t even know what it was for!
Stumble, fall, crash, trip. That was Violet’s entrance. Stumble through the door; fall down, crash on the dresser then trip up with her own feet. I do wonder how she’ll walk to receive that tiara and roses, or when she’ll get married, will she trip down the aisle?
“Jen? Could you help me up? I think I bumped my head again.” I mumbled something incoherent, trying to sound as though I was asleep. Snores…
“Come on, Jane! I know you’re not sleeping, you never do” d**n, she was right and she knew it.
She knows I never sleep. Insomnia. I have that – since my dad and mom divorced. I kinda stopped three years ago. Then it came back a year ago.
You’re never asleep or awake with insomnia. I learned that from Fight Club. I manage to walk the halls, I manage to go to classes, I even manage to hand in assignments (from time to time) but I never seem to be awake enough to socialize. Oh well, like I care anyway. The nurse and some of the professors are aware of it, the insomnia I mean. I don’t faint though; I only fall asleep when I get the chance to relax.
That’s why I love walking in the rain. It keeps me cold and awake. Violet would sometimes find me wandering around campus, shivering and cold but with a small smile on my face, as she says.
I think I’ll go take a walk, just to escape more of the Prom talk.
I slipped away from the bed and stood up.
“Oh no, I know that look, you’re going to go walking around the campus again, trying to ignore me” Violet’s wailing was the last thing I needed now. For Pete’s sake, I don’t care about Prom!
“Please, Jen? For me?” Oh god, here comes the puppy-dog-eyes.
“Violet, you’re not five anymore, give it up.” I searched for a waterproof jacket.
“Jen, you can’t go out now, it’s dark and cold” A vain attempt, honestly.
“Just perfect”
“You’ll catch your death!”
“I never do. I only get a fever or something”
“Argh! I’ll join you if I have to”
“Please, no. You’ll wake up everyone, and plus I’d probably leave you or ditch you or something” Which was quite true, I did that once.
“Jane, I only care about you. It’s raining cats and dogs out there! I’m begging you don’t go out.”
I thought about what she said and paused for a moment. Maybe she was right. Oh well, (shrugging)
“I’ll bring an umbrella”
