I Still Got It :)

So remember that giant leap I was talking about in the last post?

Well, I took it.

I was busy talking to my ever so forgiving and patient and tolerant best friend James (By the way, thanks James!) about how torn I was. I LOVED the original Wake Up Sunshine's prologue, the entire concept of time enticed people. (Enticed...that's the right word, right?) It made people stop and think. But the new one had great parts too. Obviously I couldn't have both. But still, they were both so good.....

So I began to think. Reflections (new prologue) and time (old prologue). What has both? Then it hit me.

The attic.

So I began to write this rough first draft. Like I said, I wanted to keep y'all posted so this is where I'm posting it.

Remember, all work is Copyright by Bethany Marie. Please do not steal!

Of all the rooms in the house, nothing is like the attic. A still portrait of boxes and bundles of inanimate objects, illuminated with only the sunlight that peeks in through one window. The dark shadows hide such deep remainders of what used to be. The attic is so still, yet so full of life because of the stories each forgotten fossil tells. The attic is a beautiful room embraced in memories, it’s like a secret portal to the world you once knew. The attic is such a special place, because it’s filled with things I thought no longer existed, but of course they still do. They’re just hiding in that secret place up in the attic.

I take trips to the attic occasionally. They refresh those memories, so I don’t forget the past more than I already have. Today, my bare feet walked up the wooden steps, unsure of what they were doing. Whenever I first came in to this place, I felt like an outsider, an intruder. This wasn’t my attic. But it was. But it didn’t feel like it was. Always, I argued with myself, almost sending myself back downstairs. But the attic was so quiet, so intriguing yet so inviting, that it called me back in every time. Each time, I found myself going in faster and faster, skipping half the arguments. Each time something new catches my eye.

Until I found them.

There they lay before me, images frozen in time. Their surface is slightly wrinkled from years of storage, hidden from the world. The moments would last forever. but they are still so lovely, breathtaking, so distant to me. Even Sharpie can’t cover up what happened the minute someone screamed “Say cheese!” Forever they were encased in time, these four beautiful smiling faces. Each of them is filled with so much love, each of them so wonderfully happy.

Did I honestly know that? No. it was a mere guess. I didn’t know these people. Well, I used to. That was before everything happened. Returning the photograph, I found a small corner in the attic. Slowly sliding down the wall, I brought my knees to my chest and began to shuffle through the memories I did have. There wasn’t much, but they were full of depth. So much happiness, drama, highs, lows, it seemed to never end. Why did it have to be this way?

I knew the answer to my question as soon as it popped into my mind. It was simple. My life was supposed to be this screwed up. Ever since that first accident, my life has never been normal.

And to think it all started just seven years ago…