idontknowyet? chapter 2

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sorry, for some reason my computer doesnt have an 'add chapter link' so i had to post the second chapter seperately. enjoy!

Chapter 1 (v.1) - idontknowyet? chapter 2

Submitted: March 25, 2009

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Chapter 2. A beginning
Cameron’s beautiful face lingered in my mind during my sleep. I could see him as clearly as though he were standing in front of me, his curly hair brown as chocolate. I watched as his glistening blue eyes watered – he was crying. Immediately my dream turned into a nightmare. I yelled at him, wanting him to recognise me right in front of him, only he couldn’t see me. He was holding a cup of coffee, which he handed to my father, suddenly standing next to him. My father looked at the coffee, then put it down and turned his back to me. I yelled louder, but still nobody heard me. I watched my father and Cameron, wordlessly comforting each other with their eyes. Then I saw Joseph. He walked in front of them solemnly. He was there in body, but his eyes were distant. They lacked their usual light and glitter, replaced with a dead grey. I called to him, longed to hug him, but I got no response. I ran to him, reaching out –
“Miss? Excuse me, Miss? We’re here.” A raspy voice woke me. I opened my eyes reluctantly and looked out my window. I could barely remember the plane trip – couldn’t register how I made the transitions from taxi to plane to taxi again. And yet, as the driver pointed out, I had arrived. Melbourne. I payed the driver then stepped out of the car. I didn’t hear him disappear down the road.
I looked around slowly, trying to take in all my surroundings. I could see the night sky lit up with lights of every colour, sky risers leaning upwards. The streets were crowded with cafés, restaurants and shops. I could see millions of people walking swiftly, talking and laughing amongst one another. I sat down where I was and pulled out my map. I was aware of noise – lots of it. I could hear cars speeding down the roads. Music, presumably coming from the many cafés or perhaps one of the little shops. I sat on the side of the street, hood of my jacket pulled over my head. I was hot – it was summer – and nonetheless I felt the need to cover myself up. I watched for a while, observed everyone around me hurrying to their destinations and noticed how they all avoided my eyes. I realised that to them I probably looked like just another street kid. I felt a shiver down my spine when I realised that I could no longer call myself a human. I watched a couple sitting on a patch of grass near a long river, which my map named as the Yarra. I watched them cuddle and laugh together in perfect harmony. That, however, reminded me of Cameron, and I studied the map harder just as a tear trickled down my cheek.
The time on my small silver watch read 11 o’ clock by the time I reached Federation Square. I was never any good at reading maps and that night was no exception. I looked around me at all the tables and chairs at the little restaurants and wondered what to do next. I ended up sitting down at a bench overlooking the river. It wasn’t long before I felt a slight increase in weight on the bench. I turned to my side and saw a young boy sitting there. He looked a little older than me, maybe eighteen or nineteen. Immediately I turned away, eager to avoid any unnecessary communication until I got to my mother. Everything felt so strange since the transition from human to witch, like I was seeing the world and executing actions through someone else’s body. My wishes for solitude went to waste, though, when the human next to me spoke.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” He murmured, gesturing to the river. I followed the path of his hand, onto the river where the reflections of the city were dancing on the surface of the water. I shrugged, trying to hint at the fact that I wasn’t up for any sort of interaction. This didn’t stop him.
“So where are you from?” He asked me, eyes on the map sitting in my lap. I sighed and smoothed my torn jeans.
“Queensland.” I stated. I looked at him. His dark hair fell unevenly over his eyes, matching his dark eyes. He smiled at me, revealing uneven teeth.
“Me too. I moved here two years ago.” He told me. I nodded, avoiding his eyes and wishing my mother had provided me with easier to read directions to where she wanted me.
“You need some help?” He offered. I briefly considered saying no and walking away, and then remembered I had nothing to lose.
“Yeah, kind of.” I replied, handing over my map, “I need to get to there.” I pointed at the red circle on the crinkled paper. My stranger nodded.
“I can take you there.” He suggested, “I’m actually headed over there anyway.” I thought for a moment before answering. I had always been taught about stranger danger, and times exactly like these. I knew that no was the appropriate answer. I also knew that I had no other choice. I nodded at him.
“That would be great.” I said, my voice distant as I began to fall back into that state between asleep and awake.
In the car, the man introduced himself as Jarrod. He told me that he lived not far from where I was going, and that he attended the local high school – turned out he was seventeen. I nodded throughout his whole self introduction, not really listening and just grateful that I had found a way reach my destination. I wondered why my mother had instructed me to only take the taxi to the city, not all the way. I realised as I ran my fingers along the black leather seats of Jarrod’s car that I couldn’t let Jarrod drop me off right at the location, I had to keep the secret better than that. So I interrupted Jarrod mid sentence when he was saying something about his father being a builder and said,
“Just drop me off somewhere close, please.” I noticed his surprised expression, but he only nodded. I wondered if he was simply surprised that I had broken my half hour silence only to tell him I didn’t want to be dropped off right at the street instructed. If so, he kept it to himself anyway. In fact, he didn’t speak again after that, and I was grateful to only listen to the radio as I watched the city skyline fading slowly into the background as Jarrod drove further and further away.
I realised that just like in the taxi, I was asleep by the time we arrived five minutes away from the spot marked on my map. I had been in the same nightmare as before, screaming and yelling at Joseph, Cameron and my father only to receive blank stares. Jarrod said goodbye before driving away and I waved limply after him. I headed down the street he had told me to, my heart thumping in my chest.
I turned down the street that was supposedly home to my mother with my stomach churning. I suddenly felt the need to throw up with nerves. I hadn’t seen her in years . . . I didn’t know what she looked like anymore, or if she had changed. I didn’t even know if she would still be waiting for me like her letter had promised, or if she had given up long ago. I hurried towards the end of the road, my legs feeling like led.
I couldn’t see well through the darkness, but I could see that there were only two actual houses on the street. Everything else was just forest. I wondered whether one of the houses was my mothers, but in a tiny scrawl on the top of the map she had indicated that I was to go all the way to the very end of the road – where there were no houses. I moved onwards, finally standing in front of the forest. I took in the fact that there was no house within sight of where mum had pointed me, much less my mother herself. I then burst into fast, uncontrollable tears, leaning down against a huge rock. Of course there was no-one there. I had been only ten when my mother left me the letter – six years ago. Anything could have happened since then. I had thought that perhaps I wouldn’t have had to deal with everything I was going to go through on my own, that there would be just one other person out there who understood, who could help me. I didn’t know what was going to happen or what to expect. My future was like a huge black hole, and I was just waiting to fall into it. I lay against that rock for hours, shaking in time with my crying.
I opened my eyes and looked around at 6 o’ clock in the morning the next day. I stretched and slid off the rock I’d fallen asleep on. I was amazed that I had managed to sleep fairly well despite the fact I was sleeping on a rock. I looked around as the memories from the night before slowly flooded back to me. I glanced into the forest ahead of me and wondered what I was to do next. I was just considering moving forwards into the forest when something caught the corner of my eye. I turned to see a dark silhouette leaning against one of the largest trees. I instinctively backed away. The silhouette moved closer towards me, darkened by the shade of the trees around it. I fled into the sunlight closest to the road. I then turned, preparing to run.
“Ruby?” The voice caught me by surprise. It was cautious, sounding as scared as I felt. Reluctantly, I turned, just as the silhouette moved into the sunlight with me. I scanned over the beautiful, pale face and the straight, golden hair. I squinted at the unmistakable brown eyes, identical to my own.
“Mum?” I replied, warily. I took a step closer to the beautiful woman and watched as her face contorted into a smile. I mirrored her.
“Ruby!” My mother exclaimed, arms spread wide. I forgot that I should have been angry that she left me, Joseph and my father. Instead, a warm tear trickled down my cheek and I ran into her arms. We stood like that for a long time, simply enjoying the feel of knowing one another were close. Then mum pulled back.
“Ruby, follow me.” She half whispered. I nodded and walked after her through the forest.
After walking for around fifteen minutes, we came to a small clearing. It was beautiful and green, dew dripping off the grass and trees around it standing over like a shelter. There, right in the middle of the clearing was a house. It wasn’t large, but it wasn’t tiny. It was as big as it could be whilst staying hidden. And it was beautiful. It was brick, with a small balcony at the front. On the balcony was a chair and a tiny circular table, where a book lay open. I smiled. It was perfect. I glanced up at my mother’s clear face, to find her staring at me.
“It’s been so long.” She whispered. Then she took my hand and led me through the house, into the lounge room.
I was surprised at all the furniture, and how homely the place looked. Mum explained that she had friends who worked in a home ware shop, and that they helped her out wherever they could. She met my blank stare at the word ‘friends’ with a simple explanation,
“They are the same as us.” I nodded. I knew what she meant and I didn’t want to think about that just yet. My mother seemed to sense that, and changed the subject.
“How’s Jarrod?” She whispered. I looked away from her, not wanting her to see me get emotional again and worry about me.
“He’s well. Angry at me though.” I smiled half heartedly at her.
“And your father?” She continued, “Is he well?” she leaned in towards me and I could see the concern in her eyes.
“Yes, he is.” I answered her. My mother looked relieved. I told her what I had told my father and Jarrod. I left out everything about Cameron – mum didn’t know I’d had a boyfriend, and it would have only added more explaining to the mental pile of things we needed to sort through.
“Los Angeles.” She repeated when I was done, “you really thought it out.” She flicked a blonde strand of hair out of her eyes. I smiled sadly.
“It was hard.” I admitted. Mum nodded. She understood. I watched her lean against the blue fabric of the lounge we sat on. I almost smiled at how mismatched the whole lounge room looked. There was a blue lounge; a red chair and a white leather chair, all huddled around the plasma T.V. I gestured towards it.
“I see you’ve done well for yourself.” I stated, smiling slightly. Mum grinned.
“Yes. Money is an upside to being a witch.” I marvelled at the way she didn’t even flinch when she spoke the word. I couldn’t even form it on my tongue, let alone use it. I watched mum’s eyes harden.
“Speaking of which,” she started, “we have a lot to talk about now that the matter of how you got here is sorted.” I cringed. The part I’d been avoiding.
“When did you find out? What happened?” She asked me. I was reluctant to answer – this story involved some mention of Cameron, so I skipped over it.
“Mum, it’s confusing,” I confessed, “Everything feels so new. I don’t know what to expect or how to act anymore. In fact, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about that just yet.” I moved my eyes downwards. Mum placed a hand on my shoulder in a gesture of comfort.
“You will get used to it. Interacting with humans gets easy again, eventually it feels natural.” I nodded and shrugged her hand off my shoulder.
My mother showed me around the house after our conversation, insisting that I might get lost if she didn’t. The tour ended at my new bedroom. I was shocked when I opened the door to find a bed, desk, computer, chair and wardrobe. My mother looked apologetic.
“I had a feeling you would come eventually.” She murmured. I stepped into the cosy room. I noticed that up by the window above the desk, mum had hung a painting I had done when I was only six. I felt touched that she had kept it all these years. My mother hovered in the doorway whilst I looked around. I felt the blue duvet that was thrown over my bed, and was suddenly reminded of how tired I actually was. The only sleep I had gotten the night before was in the taxi, Jarrod’s car and on the large rock outside the forest. I yawned in response to my thoughts. Mum came over and placed a hand on my back.
“Get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow.” She advised me in that soft voice of hers. As I lay in bed I thought about how long it had been since I had slept in the same house as her. Too long, I concluded.

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