Pulled to this Place Oct 22, 2012 15:34:17 GMT -5
Post by HOLDEN BRIDGES on Oct 22, 2012 15:34:17 GMT -5
[STYLE=width: 420px; background-color: #D0D0D0; border: 5px dashed #a7a7a7; padding: 5px;] i.imgur.com/NRvK9.png[/img] [/style] [STYLE=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -7px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000;]And I don't want the world to see me [/style] [STYLE=width: 420px; background-color: #D0D0D0; border: 5px dashed #a7a7a7; padding: 5px; font-family: calibri (body); font-size: 10px; color: #454545; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] The sound of the water lapping against the boat had been the only thing that Holden had heard for such a long time. Laying there on the deck of the little junk looking up at the starless sky was the only was he could think of to pass the time. As he watch the black clouds swirl over head his mind was only on one thing, “I wonder where this boat’s last stop will be,” after all that was his destination. Pondering this had been one of his only activities for the past few weeks on this long boat trip. Holden knew that he had to get out of Crescent Hollow; he couldn’t stand all of the stares. Perhaps wherever this boat was going he could find a brand new start at this thing so called life.
The boat rocked hard as the rough waves smacked the side of the boat. “Geez, you think that they would learn to hold it steady and not let it pitch after all this time on the sea,” Holden thought as the force of the wave rolled him onto his stomach. Now face down to the floor it was pitch black and Holden’s memories began to clear again. “No!” Holden said, “Now is not the time and place for memories.” Rolling over and sitting up he rested his hands upon his knees. This had to stop if he was going to make it through life he couldn’t keep thinking about the past. These memories would need to fade and be pushed back into the depths of his mind. The boat gave another tip and he was back on his back again looking at the pitch black sky.
Looking up into the darkness always seemed to help him forget. Was it the thought of nothingness or was it the blackness of the night seeping into his soul? “I can’t keep living like this,” he thought to himself, “always in the past never moving forward; I know that isn’t what Mom and Dad would want for me … I have to go on.” Holden laid there looking into the darkness for what seemed like hours until he hear one of the crew members say something about lights in the distance. They had made it to their final destination.
Holden sat up and got to his feet; with a stretch he was ready for a new beginning; a new life without the pain of the past. Slinging his hiking bag onto his back Holden walked down the plank of the little junk on to the small dock off the side of the pier. Looking around it seemed to him that no one was around or the town was just so small that no one was out this late. “It’s odd to get here so late you would think they would want to get here early,” Holden thought, “who did they think was going to buy all their goods.”
Holden walked off of the dock and onto the pier his black hiking boots sounding ominous as they connected with the wooden planks. He thought that he must be a sight to see some random dude that just steps off a boat in a red shirt with a big brown jacket on. “Bet they would wonder what I am hiding in this pack,” Holden thought looking at his hiking pack. “Or maybe they will think I am some type of pagan believer,” Holden thought as he grabbed the pentagram necklace around his neck, “if only they knew… the truth… the only thing I have left of my old life…. My twentieth birthday present … the one I found in dad’s dresser already wrapped … the necklace that looked just like his … he never took it off … never …. And neither will I.” It wasn’t until Holden got to the end of the pair that he realized that his hands were shaking.
“NO,” he yelled allowed, “not here, not now.” Holden slammed his fist into a nearby sign to calm himself. The sign shook violently from the force of his punch. Holden let out a growl of anger and pain; he had only been here for a few minutes and the past had already showed its ugly face. “But this is all I have left of them,” he told himself allowed, “I can’t let this go … never.” Looking at the sign he hit Holden read the words and smiled. WELCOME TO STONY BROOK POPULATION 1,000. “Well,” Holden said with a slight smile, “I guess it’s 1,001 now. And with a quick forward motion Holden had stepped past the sign into the sleepy little town, the place where he was being pulled to all along.
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