Peace From Superstition

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Charity is a lonely girl, no friends, family always fights...But then she meets the new boy to town, Jeromiah. He's different, quiet, mysterious. But she soon falls for him...and he knows they can never be together...but love can conquer death...

Submitted: November 11, 2011

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Charity awoke to the screaming of her parents downstairs. She had been praying for one day of peace…but apparently He can’t even grant her that. She went downstairs only to duck when a plate came flying at her.

“You could have hit her!” Her mother yelled.

“Well, if you didn’t bitch, I wouldn’t have thrown it in the first place!” her father retaliated. Charity just left for school; she lived in the town of Superstition. You would think many weird things would happen here, but it was a rather boring town.

As she approached Superstition High a bunch of girls walked past and bumped into her shoulder. One even threw her books to the ground. The really sad part was that no one helped her, they even laughed. Charity was used to being ignored, but she didn’t need this today…not today. She gathered her things and ran through the forest. The wind whipping through her hair and her racing heart healed the wounds.

She finally stopped to catch her breath near a cliff edge. There were cherry blossoms all around her feet. She turned to see the most beautiful tree she’d ever seen. So captivated by it’s beauty, she didn’t notice the boy sitting beneath it. She jumped back.

“Oh! I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was anyone else here. I’ll…I’ll leave you alone.” She started walking away, not taking her eyes off him. She walked back.

“…I’m Charity…What’s your name?” He slowly tilted his head to finally look up at her but didn’t speak.

“Okay, I can see you wanna be alone.” She walked a little further away this time, but just the same, she came back. She sat under the tree at a comfortable distance.

“I’m a loner too,” he still said nothing, “My parents fight all the time. Ever since my brother…they’ve just never been the same. I try to seek refuge at school, but no one likes me there. I’m sure you don’t want to hear my sob story. It’s just…you need to escape sometimes, you know?” She finally got a good look at him. He had black, shaggy hair, wore plain, dark clothes. He had very pale skin and the most gorgeous green eyes. He looked as if he was from another era. She easily got lost in his appearance. When she came to, she saw how shocked and uncomfortable he looked. Her face dropped and she stood up.

“Not to freak you out…but you have mesmerizing eyes. You shouldn’t hide them.” She smiled sadly and turned away.

“Jeromiah,” said a low, sultry voice. A smile spread across her face as she turned around again. He still had his face hidden.

“Very nice to meet you, Jeromiah.” And with that, she walked away.

The next day at school was tiring. She stayed up all night thinking about that boy. She knew she’d probably never see him again, but something about him was just pulling her mind toward him. She was now in the library and couldn’t shake the feeling someone was watching her. She turned around to see the root of her insomnia sitting at a desk in the corner. She turned around then peeked back at him. He was gone. ‘Snap out of it,’ she thought to herself.

 

In her English class he was in the back, ‘He must be a new kid to our school.’ As the bell rang and the students rushed out, she looked for him. Again, he was gone. She was seriously losing her mind. She walked out of the school, ready for the torment. But as soon as she stepped outside she realized no one was there. Everything was peaceful.

“That’s odd.” She started walking away when she heard the crunching of leaves. She stopped and listened, but heard nothing and kept walking.

“It’s beautiful here.” She whirled around. There stood the dark-haired boy, Jeromiah. She was so shocked to see him, to hear him! He was a really mysterious person.

“Uh…yeah. Especially in the fall…all the colors…” He smiled sheepishly and nodded slightly. He started walking away.

“W-wait!” She ran to catch up with him and started walking beside him.

“I…I just wanted to talk. We…we could walk home together or…” He looked a little shocked, but shyly nodded again. They walked in silence for a while. That is, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m just gonna come out and say this and hope it doesn’t scare you off. I…feel this connection, this pull to you. I can’t explain it and I know we just met, well we barely even met, but-“ She stopped in her tracks when she saw he had stopped walking.

“You talk too much,” came his raspy voice, “But I like that.” He never ceased to amaze her. They finally reached the tree where they had first met. She stopped, but he kept walking and sat under the tree.

“Oh, aren’t you going home? Again, he was his silent self.

“O-okay, I guess I’ll…see you tomorrow? Maybe?” Still more silence. “Alright.” And she retreated uphill, out of the forest.

The days, the weeks went by. Everyday she saw him at school, everyday she walked him to the tree, and everyday she got him to talk a little more. Today was the day before Halloween. She was, where else, but under the cherry blossom tree. Despite the change of season and the cold, it still flourished. She was supposed to be doing homework, (that’s what he thought, anyway) but she was sketching him reading his book.

“Watcha reading?”

“Poetry,” he held up the book. It was all worn and yellow.

“I didn’t know you liked poetry,” she beamed. He nodded, smiling.

“Worlds of love, worlds of hate. We have practiced our own fate. We are the makers of our own destruction. Even if we do properly function. We have much to learn, to say the least. But in the end there will be peace…” She stared at him.

“That was beautiful…”

“I wrote it,” he smiled sheepishly.

“Really? You-you really can’t judge a book by its cover, can you?” He turned toward her.

“I…I have something for you.”

“Really? What?”

“Open your bag…” She looked at him strangely but none-the-less opened it. She gasped and pulled out a pearl-colored crescent moon necklace with topaz embroidery.

“Oh my…God! This is for me?” He nodded shyly. “But…why?

“The pearl reminds me of your skin and topaz matches your eyes.” She was speechless. He turned even more toward her.

“You have mesmerizing eyes. You shouldn’t hide them.” He quoted her. She stared at him and started leaning with every intention of kissing him. His face grew panicky and he quickly stood up. Charity blinked a few times put the necklace on.

“The amulet was my mother’s.”

“Well then you can’t give it to me! She’ll probably be really mad.” She started taking it off.

“I don’t think she’ll be rolling over in her grave over this.” She froze.

“Your mother…passed?” He nodded.

“I think the grief of my…brother’s death took a toll on her.” He sat back down, a little farther away this time. She wouldn’t have it. She sat cross-legged in front of him and started pulling at the grass.

“My brother killed himself when I was eight. The anniversary was a few weeks ago…In fact it was the day we met…anyway. He was seventeen at the time…and he couldn’t deal with the fact that he was gay. Well long story short, my dad found him hanging from his closet. We were never the same ever again…” Jeromiah wanted so badly to put a hand on hers, to just hold her. But he knew he couldn’t. He tried to make up for it with soothing words.

“We have a lot more in common than you know. But I guess that’s why we met, to be there for each other.” She looked up, through teary eyes and nodded slowly.  She leaned in to kiss him again and he cleared his throat.

“It’s getting late. You should probably get home.” Even though it was only 5 o’ clock she agreed.

“Um…why don’t you ever go home?”

“I’m working on it…”

“Okay…” And she walked off.

She had never taken the amulet off. It was the next day, Halloween. All day she had tried to drop hints that she really liked Jeromiah. She had tried to hold his hand, put an arm around him, and even kiss him. They were now walking through the dark forest; they both liked the eeriness of it all. Again, Charity tried to hold his hand and again he pulled away. She let out an aggravated breath.

“You need to stop that,” he said cautiously.

“Why? I really like you. I wanna be with you!”

“You can’t, it’s impossible,” he choked out.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?

“…You wouldn’t love me anymore…”

“Yes…I would.” She leaned in to kiss him and her lips met air as she fell forward. She turned around and saw his body re-connect like smoke. Her eyes widened. He looked at her with tears in his eyes.

“J-Jeromiah?” He nodded.

“I wan born in 1898. I…died in 1914…” She fell back and was unconscious before she hit the ground.

She woke up the next day in her bed. Was it all a dream? She reached down and felt the moon amulet. ‘No, he gave this to me.’ He wasn’t at school that day or the next…or the next. It’s like he had disappeared. She went up to her English teacher to ask if he had moved or something. She looked at her funny.

“We’ve never had a student named Jeromiah Peace here.” Charity started backing up slowly, shaking her head and she just ran. She ran to the place she first spoke to him. Once she got to the forest she searched for the tree. This time it was all withered and dead. She fell to her knees and sobbed.

“Where are you?” she whispered, “WHERE ARE YOU! I know you’re here!” She thought she heard his laugh over the cliff. She had only heard it two other times. As she looked over, her amulet unclasped and plunged to earth. As she saw this her heart broke all over again and she didn’t think of anything, just jumped after it. It wasn’t just the necklace, Jeromiah was down there. Deep down she knew he couldn’t be, but she’s questioning her sanity. Was he real? Is she real? Is this situation real? If she wakes up from this dream again she might just kill-

And it was over. She felt no pain, didn’t suffer. There was no cliché white light or life flashing before her eyes, none of that. It was dark for a moment, and then she saw an array of every color imaginable. She heard the first cries of newborn babies and the last cries of pain from those who have died. She felt a warm tug pulling her to a beautiful place, but as she turned around she saw something she longed for even more. But it looked nothing like him. He didn’t look sickly pale anymore. His eyes had a shine to them. And he was smiling! She glanced back.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and turned back to him. He opened his arms, and she ran to him. For the first time she got to hold him, and him her. He smelled like saw dust and cherry blossoms. She pulled back, looking into his eyes and asked the question that’s been haunting her.

“How did you die?” He sighed.

“People were trying to cut down the old cherry blossom tree. I tried to stop them, and got in the way.” He lifted up his shirt to reveal a deep, jagged cut on his stomach. Then it disappeared.

“It’s been dead for years.” She looked at the tree. It was drooping and worn. She looked up at him again.

“Have I been living an illusion? Am I crazy?” He chuckled. God, she loved that sound. 

“But I’m the only one that see you or the tree…”

“That’s not insanity, that’s fate. I think we were meant for each other, dead or alive.” And with that, he leaned down and did what he’s been wanting to do. He captured her lips in a deep kiss.

“No one can ever hurt you again,” he whispered in her ear. She let the tears slowly roll as they walked hand in hand into the light. He was the missing piece in her life. She shed the light that was missing in his. She was the sun, he was the rain. Separate, they seem incomplete, alone. But together…together they make the most beautiful rainbow.


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