In Wintry Dawn's Wake

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poppy is a girl who has a strange problem that makes her do the craziest things. How will she overcome it?

Submitted: October 26, 2014

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I felt one of those sudden urges to take a walk in the park. Urges? Yeah. They come and go. Like, I felt the urge to drink an entire 64 oz bottle of apple juice until I felt the need to barf, or the time when I emptied an entire box of Malboro cigarettes in only one day. I heard dad mutter on the phone to his girlfriend that I had something called “a craving brain.” Honestly, I don't know if that's good or bad. Maybe bad. But who cares? This is me.

I walked out of our dark house at around five in the morning, wearing nothing but a robe, my matching PJ's and my furry slippers. I straightened out my long, light brown curls and rubbed my hands as I made my way to the park.

God, I thought to myself, it's freezing! I should be tucked away in my nice, warm bed. What the hell am I doing out here? Good question. I had no idea. The sudden urges were rushing through me again, and I could do nothing to stop them. As I neared the nearly frozen park, I noticed a bench. I went and sat. I heaved a blow through my mouth and into my hands, it was so cold. Well, since I was here, why not make the best of it?

I took my cigarette and lighter from one of the pockets of my robe and lit it. God, it felt so good downing something in my lungs. I guess that's bad too. Dad keeps blabbing on and on nonstop about cancer and I keep nodding my head like an idiot. Even though I'm nineteen, he always finds different, scheming ways to control my life. Well, fair enough, since I'm living under his roof. I moved out of my apartment due to some rent complications, and as one can imagine, dad welcomed me with open arms.

My pale cheeks were getting flushed and I began to sniffle. I brushed the cold feeling off and continued smoking. I closed my gray eyes momentarily. Even though it was freezing to death, I enjoyed being outside in the early cold hours of the morning. And no, those weren't my urges talking. I had always been attracted to the cold and humidity.

Suddenly, I felt someone's presence. I opened my eyes tentatively and noticed a guy, and a cute one at that. He had chiseled, rough features, and tousled brown hair. His eyebrows weren't that thick, no. His nose was a bit on the large side, however. What surprised me the most was when he flashed a warm smile my way. I smiled back and blew softly as I pulled my cigarette out. No words were spoken between us for the next … thirty-five seconds.

“Hey,” he broke the the silence, “what brings you way out here?” I shrugged. “ A private smoke.”

He laughed. “You do realize its five in the morning, right?” I shrugged again. “Yeah, but I don't care.”

The guy didn't give a crap that I used such a cold, freezing tone with him. He just smiled and stared at the street lights to his left side, while I continued my smoke.

“Do you wanna know what brings me way out here?” I voiced on a stupid impulse. “Yeah, I do,” he replied.

“Well, I have something called a craving brain. Ever heard of that?” I continued, without making eye contact.

I could see from the corner of my eye that he looked interested and concerned at the same time.

“So, it's like a problem you have?” He asked. I exhaled from my cigarette and turned to face him. I wasn't the least bit ashamed about the problem I had. “Yeah. I felt a sudden urge to come here, regardless of the freezing cold,” I said blankly.

He nodded understandingly. Well, I'm glad he did, with no questions asked. On my sixth inhale, I started coughing and spluttering out of the clear blue. He patted my back. “Easy now.” I always made it a point not to smoke in front of others. I know it's incredibly stupid, considering how half a million people smoke every single day in front of ... well, people. I don't know, but smoking is something I like to do privately.

The guy, whose name I still didn't know, pulled out a thermos, poured some brown, aromatic liquid in a cup and handed it to me. I rarely smile at anyone, but I risked one in gratitude. He smiled back. I drank from it slowly, threw my cigarette at the same time and put it out. Curiosity about this kind person was rising within me.

“And you? Why did you come here?” I asked. For some reason, he sighed really loud.

“Well, my girlfriend dumped me. I figured I could come here, forget my troubles and drink some hot chocolate. Then I happened to see you.” He explained simply. I nodded. I understood him too.

“What's your name, by the way?” He asked. I cocked an eyebrow. Was he interested in me now?

“What, are you looking for a new girlfriend or something?” I snapped. Ridiculous. He raised his hands and shook them, “no, it's nothing like that! I'm just curious.” I let out an irritated sigh. “Poppy.”

“Nice name. I'm Jamie.” He returned, through that friendly smile. What in the hell was he so happy about? Didn't he get his heart broken? I gave him back his cup, took out another cigarette and lit it. He watched me in silence as I inhaled. I turned my head. “What?” “You smoke a lot, don't you?” Okay. Wow. I didn't expect that. “So?”

“I'm curious as to why.” He admitted. I stared off into the distance. “It relaxes me,” was all I said.

He nodded, and took a sip from his cup. “Smoking is bad for you.” He voiced. I made a face. It was none of his business. “Listen, I've had it with people telling me what to do.” I retorted. He sighed. “I was only saying.”

After that we just shut the hell up. No point in talking to someone who didn't know me well enough to understand. I looked up and noticed that the sky was a mix of pink, sky blue, yellow and purple. I smiled to myself. It was incredibly beautiful. To think that I got to see the first wintry dawn of December with someone. Subconsciously, I leaned my head against Jamie's right shoulder. He turned his face towards me, shocked at first. However, to my surprise, he slipped his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled up against him and continued watching the beautiful scenery in front of me.

This time, it wasn't the strange urge thing that did that. For a long time, I had wanted to see a sunrise with someone, preferably a guy. But a guy that I knew! Never did I think that I would end up seeing it with a perfect stranger. And once again, one of those impossible wishes of mine came true. Honestly, I didn't want to see this guy again. He just happened to be a guy who fulfilled one of my wishes. After a good half hour, I undid his arm around my shoulder and stood up. He stood up as well. “Leaving already?” I nodded. “Thanks for keeping me company.”

He beamed. “Anytime.” Without a kiss on the cheek, a goodbye, or any of those polite things people do when they leave, I turned around and left. My house was right across the street and in front of the park. Crap. Now he knew where I lived. I couldn't help but look back. He was still standing there, with that killer smile on his face. Yeah, now he knew where I lived. Way to go, Poppy. I thought annoyingly. Right then I didn't know if it was the urges or me who did that, but I smiled back. He followed me with his eyes as I disappeared inside my cozy house. I was about ready to take another smoke, but I stopped. A strange, impulsive urge rushed through me again, when I surprised myself by throwing the other five Malboro boxes I had stashed away into the trash can. I frowned. They cost me a lot of money, damn it. However, somewhere deep down, I knew I had to.


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