Revolte
03-01-2010, 08:44 PM
This one is very different then all my other short storys, as its longer then i usually do for a short story, and its not fabricated at all. All of this happend, the names mentiond are real names and so on. It does have some errors here and there but its alot to go over right now lol.
“Tumble Weed”
She came in the form of an angel, and left in the form of demise. Her wings as solid as triumph, but her heart as cold as the ice. Her eyes as strong as the sea, her hair split and chaotic like me. She stole the heart from my chest, and dug deep with knifes of depress. Her name repeats like the days, but her soul is lost in a haze. Her story was part of my own, of my lost dreams, my dead hopes.
It was early in the year when we met, on that website of the lost. “A new friend is on her way, make way, make way!” shouted text to my eyes as I clicked that button of hope. To my surprise came a beautiful sight, a women who I found so interesting by reading her profile alone. Of course there isn't a whole lot of potential for a real friendship from the internet, let alone anything stronger. With that being said I cant say I was all that sure what to do, so I thought and I thought, until any more thinking would bend the frame of my mind. Then I made a choice, a choice that would haunt me for the rest of nights.
At first we only talked here and there, a word of support and a good bye. As time went on we started talking more often and at one point, it was like I knew her all my life. We moved from talking that website to talking through instant message, still not face to face interaction but it was a step up. See I recently broke up with my girlfriend of over two years, and something as simple and impersonal as instant messaging was a release of my worry. To be honest, at the time I would have settled for much less.
When we first started talking through instant messaging she started to ask me all these random questions. “What do you dream of?”, “ are you a lucid dreamer?”, “what do you eat” stuff like that. I was so struck by those questions, that I could almost hear her typing at my side, I could see her eyes stare at the keyboard and think of what to ask next. God it was so amazing to me, this women I have never met, so captivating and so much, so much, like myself.
I came to learn she was not alone, she has been with this guy for years and there was no way I would just let myself do anything to harm that. I held my feelings in but I would talk to her almost ever day, and fall harder for her with each new question, and connect with her more with each new answer.
She came on one day telling me all these problems she is having with her boyfriend. Man if there was anything harder then holding in my feelings right then I would be as dead as a ghost. I couldn't say anything though, she is a grown women and should fall for me on her own terms, when and if shes ready. I told her I was sure everything would be fine, and to let him know how shes feeling. What happened after that I never found out.
She slowly started to stop going online. In time she just vanished all together. No questions left to ask me, no more words of appreciation, nothing. I knew she was gone, but that never stopped me from checking my messages. I spent months with the computer on just waiting for her to pop up with some new brilliant thing to say. I talked about her to my friends every week, but alas, she never came.
More months went by, and with them plenty of girls. Just girls, no women like her. After a I just let her become an inspirational memory. I was so sure she would never come back and all I could do is show others the same attitude she showed me. “Did you dream last night?”, “What would you do right now if you could do anything”, “what did you eat today?” stuff like that. It seemed to have little effect on anyone, but I suppose I shouldn't have expected much from reviving a dead theme.
A whole new year came, the memory of her was fading now and I was missing her less and less. I just sort of gave up after a while. I went to check my email and I noticed I had new comment on this website I ran at the time. I didn't care too much about it so I let it be for a few days. After those few days I checked logged on and checked my mail, expecting it to be someone asking whats wrong with a part of the site that seemed to have issues for some I was anything but excited. Then I saw it, it was her! As if I went back in time all those sleeps ago and could hear her typing next to me again. I sent her a message, but after a couple weeks went by I knew I needed to do more. “Don't let her get away this time Phil!” I told myself.
I searched for her for hours on the site where we first met. I managed to find her and I sent her a message. I told her I always drive past her town. “You should come and see me next time, because I would love to finally meet you!” she said giving me her phone number. I told her that it would be an honor to meet her in person. She got so excited I felt like everything was meant to be, it was blissful.
We started to talk through instant message and with it came those wonderful random questions. She told me she left her boyfriend, and with that I told her how I felt. How I never did completely forget her. I told her how I waited all those months to hear from her, and to my surprise, she told me the same. Could you imagine that? After all that time I held my feelings back she had them too? She told me she would spend hours stuck looking at pictures of me. “I always did that too!” I told her.
One day, she came online and we talked until the sun was soon to rise. “I have to go now, but I cant wait to talk to you tomorrow!” she told me with such excitement. The next day she came online, but not for long. “You will never guess who just showed up, I have to go but I will talk to you tonight I promise!” she told me. Oh but I knew who showed up, it had to have been her ex boyfriend. She never did come back on that night, but early in the morning. She apologized and told me it was her ex boyfriend who showed up. She told me she wasn't sure about them getting back together but they we're talking. My heart was starting to crack.
I had no idea what to do after that. I tried at first to let it be how it was, but I couldn't do that. I told her what she meant to me, I wrote her a poem and did all I could to show her I was good for her.
The next day we made plans to finally meet in person. It was so hectic just getting ready to go see her. When she called to tell me that she was ready I was so nervous that I acted like I was excited at all. The rain was pouring that night and she lived in the mountains. The news said it was covered in snow and the roads got blocked off, and to top that off my GPS was dead and wouldn't charge, but I still had hope so I picked up my best friend Adam, and I headed out.
The mountains where beautiful, but covered in rain. The snow wasn't there to my surprise so I ventured to her house through the pouring rain. When we got to her town we had to make such a sharp turn on such a wet road, that me and Adam both thought we where going to crash. We ended up getting lost, and drove through fairgrounds, up a steep hill full of mud and a dear passed by. When we went to back up I crashed into what looked like a broken down tractor. My cell phone had no signal so we went to the nearest drug store and the man working there let me use his phone to call her. Her mother picked up telling me they just left but would be back soon, so we waited in the rain for an hour. We had no idea at the time but a car passed by we both noticed and it was her.
I called her again and she gave us better directions to her house, and we finally arrived. When I walked up to meet her I was so amazed. Her hair dreaded blonde like a tumble weed matched her jacket and the glow of her skin. She was beautiful, like an angel on earth, just like an angel on earth.
We went into this small room on the side of her house, she poured me some whine and I drank. We talked for a while until ten men walked into the room. It was so crowded and awkward I hardly spoke at all. They plaid in this blue grass band called The Cricket Show, and she pulled out her mandolin, perched up on the edge of the couch and began to play. I knew then that she was an angel after all.
The hours passed and she stood up saying she had to go to the bathroom. She vanished after that and never returned to the room. I got fed up of waiting so me and Adam said we had to leave. When walking back out to my truck she walked out her front door. Finally I could talk to her one on one, tell her what I thought of her in person! I was so in love, like I have never felt love before. This women was my heart in human form! I must have hugged her a thousand times before I left, at one point I even picked her up and spun around. I don't know what got into me, but I felt three years younger with her. I drew her a picture of a flower and on it wrote “the most beautiful girl on earth, you amaze me.”
Adam and I left and I talked about her for hours, I told him how I spun her around and how I felt so amazing. Hell the whole world looked different to me, the lights so much brighter, the colors so much more vivid. It was like I was born again.
Three days went by and she didn't talk to me. I called her but the man who answered said she wasn't home. She just kind of vanished.
Five days went by and I went on that website we first met on. I saw she was back with her ex boyfriend. My heart finally cracked, and I was dead inside.
The weeks went by and I waited for her to message me, to just tell me what went wrong. I never did talk to her again.. If she would have just let me know why she went back with him, why she ignored me and why she stopped feeling anything I may have been ok. Instead I just sat there for weeks on end, asking myself what was so wrong with me that she couldn't even speak.
A month went by and every night was in thought of her, in heart ache. One day came that I broke down, I was going to kill myself. Not just because of the loss of her, but because I now felt so alone, so stupid, so worthless that there was no hope, no future, no reason to keep fighting. I was out of my mind and I asked a dear friend Julie “what would it be like if I was gone, would it have any effect at all?” Julie replied telling me all that I have done for her, and the difference I made, and I knew then I would be ok, and that I wasn't alone after all.
Oh Julie, if only you knew what you have just done. You saved me from what would have been my final breaths! You gave me life when the word itself struck me with dread! Oh Julie how I love you for your support, for your wisdom and for your heart.
I went on to make a new life for myself, I took new vision in my eyes. I cleaned my room and surrounded myself in my art, painting my walls with my heart.
Then it happened, I went to that website we first met on, and I saw an old song by The Cricket Show. The very thought of that tumble weed angel, perched on the side of the couch, playing her mandolin was heart breaking. So I wrote, I put to paper what was put in my heart.
She came in the form of an angel, and left in the form of demise. Her wings as solid as triumph, but her heart as cold as the ice. Her eyes as strong as the sea, her hair split and chaotic like me. She stole the heart from my chest, and dug deep with knifes of depress. Her name repeats like the days, but her soul is lost in a haze. Her story was part of my own, of my lost dreams, my dead hopes.
“Tumble Weed”
She came in the form of an angel, and left in the form of demise. Her wings as solid as triumph, but her heart as cold as the ice. Her eyes as strong as the sea, her hair split and chaotic like me. She stole the heart from my chest, and dug deep with knifes of depress. Her name repeats like the days, but her soul is lost in a haze. Her story was part of my own, of my lost dreams, my dead hopes.
It was early in the year when we met, on that website of the lost. “A new friend is on her way, make way, make way!” shouted text to my eyes as I clicked that button of hope. To my surprise came a beautiful sight, a women who I found so interesting by reading her profile alone. Of course there isn't a whole lot of potential for a real friendship from the internet, let alone anything stronger. With that being said I cant say I was all that sure what to do, so I thought and I thought, until any more thinking would bend the frame of my mind. Then I made a choice, a choice that would haunt me for the rest of nights.
At first we only talked here and there, a word of support and a good bye. As time went on we started talking more often and at one point, it was like I knew her all my life. We moved from talking that website to talking through instant message, still not face to face interaction but it was a step up. See I recently broke up with my girlfriend of over two years, and something as simple and impersonal as instant messaging was a release of my worry. To be honest, at the time I would have settled for much less.
When we first started talking through instant messaging she started to ask me all these random questions. “What do you dream of?”, “ are you a lucid dreamer?”, “what do you eat” stuff like that. I was so struck by those questions, that I could almost hear her typing at my side, I could see her eyes stare at the keyboard and think of what to ask next. God it was so amazing to me, this women I have never met, so captivating and so much, so much, like myself.
I came to learn she was not alone, she has been with this guy for years and there was no way I would just let myself do anything to harm that. I held my feelings in but I would talk to her almost ever day, and fall harder for her with each new question, and connect with her more with each new answer.
She came on one day telling me all these problems she is having with her boyfriend. Man if there was anything harder then holding in my feelings right then I would be as dead as a ghost. I couldn't say anything though, she is a grown women and should fall for me on her own terms, when and if shes ready. I told her I was sure everything would be fine, and to let him know how shes feeling. What happened after that I never found out.
She slowly started to stop going online. In time she just vanished all together. No questions left to ask me, no more words of appreciation, nothing. I knew she was gone, but that never stopped me from checking my messages. I spent months with the computer on just waiting for her to pop up with some new brilliant thing to say. I talked about her to my friends every week, but alas, she never came.
More months went by, and with them plenty of girls. Just girls, no women like her. After a I just let her become an inspirational memory. I was so sure she would never come back and all I could do is show others the same attitude she showed me. “Did you dream last night?”, “What would you do right now if you could do anything”, “what did you eat today?” stuff like that. It seemed to have little effect on anyone, but I suppose I shouldn't have expected much from reviving a dead theme.
A whole new year came, the memory of her was fading now and I was missing her less and less. I just sort of gave up after a while. I went to check my email and I noticed I had new comment on this website I ran at the time. I didn't care too much about it so I let it be for a few days. After those few days I checked logged on and checked my mail, expecting it to be someone asking whats wrong with a part of the site that seemed to have issues for some I was anything but excited. Then I saw it, it was her! As if I went back in time all those sleeps ago and could hear her typing next to me again. I sent her a message, but after a couple weeks went by I knew I needed to do more. “Don't let her get away this time Phil!” I told myself.
I searched for her for hours on the site where we first met. I managed to find her and I sent her a message. I told her I always drive past her town. “You should come and see me next time, because I would love to finally meet you!” she said giving me her phone number. I told her that it would be an honor to meet her in person. She got so excited I felt like everything was meant to be, it was blissful.
We started to talk through instant message and with it came those wonderful random questions. She told me she left her boyfriend, and with that I told her how I felt. How I never did completely forget her. I told her how I waited all those months to hear from her, and to my surprise, she told me the same. Could you imagine that? After all that time I held my feelings back she had them too? She told me she would spend hours stuck looking at pictures of me. “I always did that too!” I told her.
One day, she came online and we talked until the sun was soon to rise. “I have to go now, but I cant wait to talk to you tomorrow!” she told me with such excitement. The next day she came online, but not for long. “You will never guess who just showed up, I have to go but I will talk to you tonight I promise!” she told me. Oh but I knew who showed up, it had to have been her ex boyfriend. She never did come back on that night, but early in the morning. She apologized and told me it was her ex boyfriend who showed up. She told me she wasn't sure about them getting back together but they we're talking. My heart was starting to crack.
I had no idea what to do after that. I tried at first to let it be how it was, but I couldn't do that. I told her what she meant to me, I wrote her a poem and did all I could to show her I was good for her.
The next day we made plans to finally meet in person. It was so hectic just getting ready to go see her. When she called to tell me that she was ready I was so nervous that I acted like I was excited at all. The rain was pouring that night and she lived in the mountains. The news said it was covered in snow and the roads got blocked off, and to top that off my GPS was dead and wouldn't charge, but I still had hope so I picked up my best friend Adam, and I headed out.
The mountains where beautiful, but covered in rain. The snow wasn't there to my surprise so I ventured to her house through the pouring rain. When we got to her town we had to make such a sharp turn on such a wet road, that me and Adam both thought we where going to crash. We ended up getting lost, and drove through fairgrounds, up a steep hill full of mud and a dear passed by. When we went to back up I crashed into what looked like a broken down tractor. My cell phone had no signal so we went to the nearest drug store and the man working there let me use his phone to call her. Her mother picked up telling me they just left but would be back soon, so we waited in the rain for an hour. We had no idea at the time but a car passed by we both noticed and it was her.
I called her again and she gave us better directions to her house, and we finally arrived. When I walked up to meet her I was so amazed. Her hair dreaded blonde like a tumble weed matched her jacket and the glow of her skin. She was beautiful, like an angel on earth, just like an angel on earth.
We went into this small room on the side of her house, she poured me some whine and I drank. We talked for a while until ten men walked into the room. It was so crowded and awkward I hardly spoke at all. They plaid in this blue grass band called The Cricket Show, and she pulled out her mandolin, perched up on the edge of the couch and began to play. I knew then that she was an angel after all.
The hours passed and she stood up saying she had to go to the bathroom. She vanished after that and never returned to the room. I got fed up of waiting so me and Adam said we had to leave. When walking back out to my truck she walked out her front door. Finally I could talk to her one on one, tell her what I thought of her in person! I was so in love, like I have never felt love before. This women was my heart in human form! I must have hugged her a thousand times before I left, at one point I even picked her up and spun around. I don't know what got into me, but I felt three years younger with her. I drew her a picture of a flower and on it wrote “the most beautiful girl on earth, you amaze me.”
Adam and I left and I talked about her for hours, I told him how I spun her around and how I felt so amazing. Hell the whole world looked different to me, the lights so much brighter, the colors so much more vivid. It was like I was born again.
Three days went by and she didn't talk to me. I called her but the man who answered said she wasn't home. She just kind of vanished.
Five days went by and I went on that website we first met on. I saw she was back with her ex boyfriend. My heart finally cracked, and I was dead inside.
The weeks went by and I waited for her to message me, to just tell me what went wrong. I never did talk to her again.. If she would have just let me know why she went back with him, why she ignored me and why she stopped feeling anything I may have been ok. Instead I just sat there for weeks on end, asking myself what was so wrong with me that she couldn't even speak.
A month went by and every night was in thought of her, in heart ache. One day came that I broke down, I was going to kill myself. Not just because of the loss of her, but because I now felt so alone, so stupid, so worthless that there was no hope, no future, no reason to keep fighting. I was out of my mind and I asked a dear friend Julie “what would it be like if I was gone, would it have any effect at all?” Julie replied telling me all that I have done for her, and the difference I made, and I knew then I would be ok, and that I wasn't alone after all.
Oh Julie, if only you knew what you have just done. You saved me from what would have been my final breaths! You gave me life when the word itself struck me with dread! Oh Julie how I love you for your support, for your wisdom and for your heart.
I went on to make a new life for myself, I took new vision in my eyes. I cleaned my room and surrounded myself in my art, painting my walls with my heart.
Then it happened, I went to that website we first met on, and I saw an old song by The Cricket Show. The very thought of that tumble weed angel, perched on the side of the couch, playing her mandolin was heart breaking. So I wrote, I put to paper what was put in my heart.
She came in the form of an angel, and left in the form of demise. Her wings as solid as triumph, but her heart as cold as the ice. Her eyes as strong as the sea, her hair split and chaotic like me. She stole the heart from my chest, and dug deep with knifes of depress. Her name repeats like the days, but her soul is lost in a haze. Her story was part of my own, of my lost dreams, my dead hopes.