Resurrected Past

Author’s note

I decided to try another story. Please don’t plagiarise, cause that’s just wrong. Any type of criticisms is welcome. So, please read and review.

Ebony Jewel

Summary

Autumn Juliyan has been running away from her past for seven years. Hoping against hope that it would not catch up with her. To her utter dismay it had, when a beautifully designed golden envelop appeared beside her breakfast. Will she be brave enough to re-enter her past and finally fix it, or will she do the thing that she does best. Run?

The invitation

The comforting aroma of coffee drifted into my messy Sydney apartment bedroom, followed by the smell of pancakes dripping in maple syrup. I turned my head to the left and peered across the room. Perched on top of the cream dressing table, lay the digital object that would soon reassure me that it is still morning. The red numbers flashed 8:45 am. I slowly got up and shuffled toward the enticing smell of breakfast.

Standing hunched over the stove wearing his white shirt and grey pants was Matt. He hummed to himself while slowly flipping the golden brown pancakes. Sitting myself on the table, I stared out the massive windows and glanced at the harbour, where the sun bathed the people with its early morning rays. Turing back to my untouched breakfast, I noticed a pile of mail waiting for me. I looked across the table to see Matt flash me a gorgeous smile that soon disappeared under the large morning paper. I wondered how long I had been gazing into the harbour, when I finally acknowledged the untouched letters in front of me.

Scanning through the jumbled stack, I sorted them out into two categories; important and unnecessary. But it wasn’t long until a golden envelope soon caught my eye. Turing the square shaped object over, I looked at the front to see where it was from. To my shock and absolute horror the letter or whatever it was, was from my past. The past I had run from, left and hope never to revisit, and here a creatively designed golden envelope lay in my hands.

I placed it onto the important stack of mail and began to eat my now soggy food. After my breakfast, I still could not get rid of the curiosity that burned in me. Debating whether to read it or not, I took a deep breathe and cut the top of the envelop with my letter opener.

Inside was an invitation, an invitation to a reunion from my High School that I possibly would not attend. I couldn’t read on, or was it just I didn’t want to. My hands lay paralysed. I closed my eyes and a sharp pain surged through my body, which was all I remember before heading of to the realm of the unconscious.

A loud buzzing sound followed by the slam of a door broke the silence in my room. The feel of something cool dripped down my forehead and slid down my face to disappear into my red cotton pyjamas. Thinking that the whole issue of the envelope was a dream no wait; a nightmare and that the cool substance was sweat. I lifted my head and examined myself in the full-length mirror wardrobe. To my disappointment a wet cloth was placed carefully on top of my forehead and was dripping on me. Moving my head toward the direction of the clock, it read 10:42 am and sitting next to it was the offensive invitation that I wanted to forget.

I removed the cloth and resumed studying, me appearance in the mirror to check if I was still able to go to work, so that I could clear my head, and leave the past in the past and look ahead toward the future. But, to my astonishment I had gone deathly pale and my long, raven hair was plastered to my face. I sighed and lay back down, thinking of what I should do to the invitation. Attend or ignore? That was the question. Slowly dragging myself out of my comfy protective bed, I took the invitation and began to read.

Dear: Autumn Juliyan,

You are invited to the 7th reunion for St Aloysius High, Class 2003. The reunion will be held at Sheraton Hotel on the 8th of December 2010. The following guest speakers that are going to attend are listed below.

School Principle

Mrs Jane Fieldingmore

School vice Principle

Mr John Benware

School Co-ordinator (Guidance Counsellor)

Mrs Debbie Berton

The following speakers are our School Captains.

Naomi Alverez and Leo Clayter

Time: 6:00pm to 12: 00am

Attire: Anything that you thing represents yourself now.

One friend/ Partner/ your guest are welcome to attend.

Note: This invitation will be used to enter the hotel. Show this on the day to the receptionist and they will accompany you to the ballroom. Thank you for attending St. Aloysius High and remember ‘Ready to learn and achieve for God’

Yours Truly

Naomi Alverz

A gentle knock came from my door and a frustrated Matt entered the room. He looked so handsome with his worried green eyes and his tousled dirty brown hair. I walked to him and reassured him that I was fine. He gave me a pleasant smile.

“Your boss is very hard to deal with. He doesn’t seem to want you to miss a day off work. It took me an hour to explain that you are sick and in bed, but he persisted and gave me a long story on how when he was still a chap, he would go to work whether it be rain, hail or shine. He even said that no disease could stop him. I got the doctor and he finally gave up.”

Chuckling, I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks hon.” I loved Matt for caring so much that I would have to find something to reward him with.

“So…” he said with a smile “I guess the spells and charms that you cast on him weren’t a waste.” I glared at him, and he burst out in fits of laughter.

Leaving him with his own enjoyment I went into the lounge and opened one of the windows. The smell of salty water drifted into the room and a warm breeze cooled me down. I took a deep breathe and decided to leave the reunion invitation in the back of my mind until I was able to face it head on. Making my way to the red couch, I stretched and lay down. I took one of the small pillows and began to return to the land of slumber.

Breathing hard, heart racing, running, running, running. I turn left, right, moving faster and faster, until I’m faced with a black bathroom door. I ran in bolted the door and cried myself to sleep. Waking up, I find I had been lying in a pool of blood, my blood. I look in the mirror and I’m drenched in it. I felt so dirty, unclean that I turn the tap on and furiously tried to wash the blood off, but to my dismay I was unable to remove it. Stopping the hopeless activity, I sat on the cold blue and white tiles and waited. Waiting for what I didn’t know, because at that precise moment, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take the deafening silence that surrounded me; I couldn’t take my life, or what was happening to me and around me. So I smashed the mirror with my right hand to try and take all of it away, all the pain, the misery the heartache. But, it just left me with a shattered mirror, more blood and the deep hole in me expanding. Again I began to cry. It wasn’t because of the physical pain; it was because of the inner pain. I looked at my hand, and began pick out the shards of glass that were wedged into my flesh. As I took out the last piece of glass, that was the size of my thumb, a voice that was mine gave out a shrill alien scream.

Matt was towering over me and a look of pure concern was etched on his face. I looked down at my hands glad that it wasn’t covered in blood and raw flesh was not seen. Wiping my forehead I felt the beads of sweat. Inhaling slowly a gentle breeze sent shivers up my spine.

I knew I can’t runaway any longer.