• Winter Tears
    By: Trish Majeski

    Chapter 1
    The moon shone making a mystical lighting in the forest; there
    was no one around but the girl who sat and waited, and the animals
    that surrounded her. This girl waited for someone who wouldn’t come,
    not ever.
    As snow started falling from the sky the girl felt even lonelier
    then she ever had in her life, she felt that the creature she had
    seen would not keep his promise and meet her at this log on which she
    sat, and waited like her life depended on it.
    For the third time in the last hour some bushes rustled and she
    found herself full of hope again, but to her disappointment it was
    just more wild life. A doe stopped to look at this girl who seemed to
    be in her early 20’s; she had long hair that looked like the moons
    light it’s self, her face was long and skinny but carved with sadness.
    The doe didn’t like the girl being so sad it made the animals
    fear for themselves and the plants seem to wither away. Her food was
    the plants and with her sadness spreading like a virus the food
    didn’t taste as good.
    Slowly the doe crept up to the girl, curious, not expecting
    anything to happen. Little did the poor forest animal know that the
    girl had a pet wolf, Shebah. Every step the doe took towards the girl
    was another step closer her death. Nor did she know her mate was
    right behind her watching the girl also.
    When the doe was finally close enough to lick the girls face the
    girl looked up. Her face was tearing and her mood was scary, so the
    doe backed up. Shebah watched as her meal walked away and gave a sad
    cry the girl couldn’t handle, and a new wave of tear erupted from her
    eyes.
    The snow was now melting through her jacket and she became cold
    and tired. She laid down on the log she had been sitting on, positive
    she wouldn’t wake from this slumber. The girl started to close her
    eyes but saw nothing of the creature she’d been waiting for.
    The girl was full of rage and sadness. Nothing had gone right and
    it seemed nothing was going to start to change.
    Her eyes were slits now but this time in her vision was a shape,
    it looked like a body. She tried to get up, to open her eyes but she
    couldn’t. Now her eyes were closed and she felt a warm hand on her
    back, she finally felt at peace.
    The girl died that night and her wolf laid on her trying to keep her warm.
    Then I woke up with a wet face and I knew it was my tears from my sleep.
    How will I hold on? When everyday is a nightmare and every night
    is worse, I don’t sleep well and my mother finds the time to worry
    about getting to her new boyfriend’s house before she worries about
    me . . . what is happening?
    I got up from my comfy spot on my bed then changed out of my
    pajamas, after brushing my hair I went downstairs ready for my mother
    to once again ignore the dark circles under my eyes.
    “I was crying when I woke up this morning. . .” I looked at my
    mom wondering if she believed me, she showed no sign of it; in fact
    she had no expression on her face. Her features were exactly like
    mine, high cheekbones, black hair, electric blue eyes, and curves.
    Yes we had the curse of curves and a good body, I just looked younger
    then her.
    “Honey, I need to talk to you about . . .” She looked so serious.
    But she didn’t listen to what I had to say she pushed it to the side
    like it was nothing, I had to cut her off.
    “Mom, were you even listen to what I had to say?!” She just
    looked at me like I was crazy, I haven’t been sleeping well and she
    just looks at me like I’m crazy, she is so irresponsible. Heck I
    don’t even want to call her my mom right now.
    My so called ‘mother’ was just looking at me with an emotionless
    face, like I didn’t matter, like nothing mattered. She is ticking me
    off and I am positive she wants to; I mean really what kind of mother
    is she?
    Talking, my mother was a master at that . . . but at the moment
    it seemed she wasn’t going to talk to me. At the same time my mother
    was probably dreading the fact that I hate her right now, I want to
    talk to her and feel her wise words seep in like magic, like magic
    that heals.
    Carla my mom made a long sigh to show I won and I couldn’t help
    but look up hopeful that I actually did win. “Okay sweetie . . . what
    did you dream about tonight?” God she sounded like my counselor even
    though she has been counseling my dreams.
    I paused to think of what I should say. “A girl was waiting in a
    forest for a creature . . .” A look of worry crossed my mother’s
    face, like she was worried.
    Her voice was quaky when she spoke. “Where is this forest?” I was
    now worried. Why does this dream out of any other dream matter?
    What is so special about this dream and none of my others? “It
    looked like Alaska, around that lodge dad took me to when he—“ No you
    idiot don’t bring that up! But mom obviously wanted me to continue,
    she had that look in her eye. “It looked around the lodge that he
    took me to, the day before he disappeared.”
    A single tear dripped down mom’s face and I knew I had done it
    now. Why did you say that? Now she’s sad, you stupid little girl.
    I froze with horror not sure what to do, what was the last
    sentence I thought? What? “Now she’s sad, you stupid little girl”?
    Well you did make your mother sad, our mother sad.
    After a moment of silence between my mother and me, (I had been
    listening to the couple sentences that slipped out of some corner in
    my mind, trying to take over and control.) I had come to the
    conclusion I want to hear what my mom wants to say.
    I drew in a deep breath; put my head down ready to be scolded for
    mentioning my dad. But it never came.
    What came was the floor and the black that shielded my vision,
    making all my senses go down.
    I don’t know how much time went by before I woke up.

    “Tick tock,
    We are a flock,
    We live in this dark cave.
    Drip drop,
    Get me a mop,
    Wipe up this tear parade.”
    I moan in disapproval as I heard the song flow from someone’s
    lips. Their song is like a web, spun from a tough life and hard
    survival.
    When the unwanted short song finally ended I noticed I was in
    pain. A sharp shoot of pain slithers its way up my back. Every few
    seconds or so the slithering pain stops, then I feel like the snake
    in my back has taken a bite and then the snake continues up my back.
    I screamed in agony from the sudden attacking feeling, then a
    melting feeling over comes like I’ve been transformed to butter. All
    the pain has gone.
    There was a boy ahead of me; it was too dark to know his
    features, but I’m sure he was handsome. I felt the eyes of the
    stranger looking at me; I looked around to see if he had anyone with
    him, but we were alone.
    I took my time to think about my situation; A) even with the dark
    shadow covering him he looked about my age. B) He could be a
    dangerous ---I took a moment to steal a glace at him--- . . . or not
    . . . C) supposing he was nice I could ask him to keep singing his
    lullaby D) even if he was evil I can’t really move, sure I feel like
    butter but I’m positive once I move I will collapse.
    I didn’t like my two choices very much, I felt like this was a
    “Choose your own Adventure” book. In the end I went with “C”.
    “Eh . . . um excuse me.” My voice was cracking and I was
    embarrassed. He looked at my face and nodded as if he knew what I was
    going to ask.
    I watched the dark shadows I figured were his lips. Then I
    listened to the voice with much intensity, it was soft and creamy, it
    was elegant and sweet, it was perfect.
    He sung the same song as before, but although the song was short,
    the music was beautiful, his voice was beautiful.
    I started to wish no more then being with him, but the thought
    was ridiculous; he was a stranger a person that hasn’t even talked to
    me.
    I felt like I was going to faint, like a small tugging at my
    consciousness, a tugging at my life in the stone room of shadows with
    a strange boy.
    I could feel the tugging growing harder and it reminded me of
    waking up from a dream, a bad dream.
    Hey you stupid little brat! What do you think you’re doing hmmm?
    This is my world, the one room you let me have. It’s cold as stone,
    and for entertainment I get this boy. Have you come to claim it back?
    I won’t let you, you can’t have it.
    This wasn’t fair, I didn’t even have my head to me self, no time
    to think and my thoughts are disobeying.
    Disobeying?! You want to see disobeying, get ready I’m about to
    break our deepest rule.
    Rule, what rule? I thought frantically as I wanted the voice of
    an angel to go away.
    I felt a pounding in my head, a pounding in my heart, I felt
    dizzy, and I dropped.
    Everything around me was shattering; nothing around me existed
    except for the girl in front of me.
    She gave me a smug smirk while I stared in awe at her beauty.
    Pale winter snow skin glistened in a light that wasn’t there, black
    eyes looked curiously at me as if they were hungry, she had the most
    perfect nose, and a smile from an angel. Her hair was an amazing
    paper white, and it was very long.
    She grabbed my arm with such strength I was afraid of my arm
    breaking. I looked down at her delicate looking hands and noticed her
    long finger nails; it seemed she had a manicure.
    The pain in my arm grew as she slowing dug her finger nails in,
    then it hit me . . . she was just toying with me. As I realized this
    she bend her head down and looked in my eyes. Her eyes told me she
    was hungry but her smile told me she was frail.
    I felt sorry for the girl, I felt sorry for the creature. She may
    have thought that she was emotion-less but I felt her sadness and
    pain, pain worse then the pain coursing through my arm and body.
    Her pain was different, like it came from an unhealed heart. I
    could feel the tears pooling up in my eyes and the embarrassment that
    followed. She had led such a sad life so far, and it seemed to be my
    fault, it seemed like I deserved the pain that had consumed my body.
    The creature’s smile faded then quickly returned then she started
    laughing, soon her voice flooded out of her mouth and I couldn’t even
    think. “How do you like what you will become?” Speechless that is
    where she left me. “Can you wait to be just like me?” I shook my head
    no.
    “Do you realize the pain I’ve gone through because of you?” I
    nodded, because I could feel it, it radiated off of her like a
    disease.
    I blinked and the tears that had welled up in my eyes dripped
    down, one of the tears fell on her arm and quickly she looked hurt.
    I worked and thought through everything that ever gave me courage
    just so I could build up enough to talk to her. “I’m sorry I’ve hurt
    you.” I could hear it in my head, I was pleading not apologizing.
    I worked up more courage so I could try again. “I’m sorry about
    everything I ever did to you.” She squeezed my arm harder and I let
    out a squeak of pain. “I’m sorry I’m so horrible to you.” She cocked
    and eyebrow. “I’ll give you anything, any room in my head or heart
    you want!”
    I never realized her smiled had faded but it came to me when she
    let out and evil laugh.
    “Anything I want huh?” Her voice came out in rolls of beauty.
    “Let’s start by you waking up.” I was confused, it never occurred to
    me I might be sleeping.
    Her grip on my arm was loosening, as were my tears stopping. A
    grateful urge sunk through me and I realized how pleased I was with
    her.
    I may have accidentally fallen in love with myself. She blushed
    at the same thought as me or so I thought, it was then I noticed my
    tears had stopped and the two of us were giggling.
    I didn’t feel I could believe it myself. Soon I woke myself from
    the dream I was having and I felt a strange peace wash through me,
    was it really a dream?
    The girl’s face popped up in my mind, she had an evil smile glued
    to the perfect skin that was known as her mouth.
    I was jealous of the girl and her perfections, wishing if only I
    was her but the sad truth was I wasn’t.
    How do you like what you will become? Her words echoed in my
    head, as if it was written in bold print, like a law placed in a dark
    corner; a law that was meant for only me, a law I could be jealous
    of, and ponder forever.
    My eyes were still closed because I could hear my mother on the
    phone next to me; she was worrying and nearly screaming into the
    receiver, I could see it in my head. . . I could see her wet face and
    I almost laughed.
    Anything I want? I want your whole body. What had been a
    supposable dream was speaking to me, I had to reply.
    I had a feeling she already knew my answer before I said it, that
    may have been the reason for her growling, her constant growling that
    hurt my heart but I was still going to answer my true honest answer.
    You can have my body if I can have control. I replied, hoping
    that wasn’t breaking my promise from earlier.
    Why don’t you come back to my home and we can talk it over. Her
    voice seemed nice but her intentions seemed bad. No way. I hoped that
    wasn’t making me a liar either.
    “Darsus, please I’m asking to you to come see you daughter.” I
    had forgotten that my mother was in the room, I had even crossed out
    her voice when it went through my head, so why did I have to hear
    that?
    My mother was silent as if listening to someone but then she
    suddenly sigh and started up again. “You’ve been neglecting you
    daughter for 9 years, it’s about time you came here and said you were
    sorry . . . I under stand but . . . she’d get used to you, how could
    your daughter hate even that side of you?” She paused even longer
    this time, longer then before. “So you’re coming? Thank you.”
    I pretended to wake up to a sudden shaking of my shoulder. When I
    looked up and saw my mother’s face she looked relieved, it surprised
    me when she started talking. “Honey I just got a call from the state,
    they found your father, he was lost in the forest, says he’s been
    living there for a while . . . he’s on his way here.” I looked at my
    mother as if happy to hear the news. Liar! How could you lie to us?!
    We just heard you; you knew where he was all along.
    I was surprised to hear the beautiful voice, and sadly I agreed.