A/N just a quick not before i start this. I recently started another story and after publishing 5(could have been4) extreamly short chapters i have decided to delete it. After being cut off mid stream i came to to conclusion it wasn't what i wanted to write and didn't want to leave an unfinished story knowing i would probable never get round to finishing it. Hopefully that won't happen with this one, fingers crossed =)
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Sarah stared down at the last four lines of her favourite poem and sighed, if only it was true. A year ago now she'd left home for no reason other than the fact she was stubborn. She knew her mother would welcome her back with open arms if only she'd apologise but taking after her father she refused to admit she'd been wrong. Her father had passed away when she was eleven and ever since she'd been trying to prove just how like him she really was. Her family had ofter accused her of taking after her dad but she would only smile and take it as a compliment.He'd been strong and deffiant till the end, only subcumming to his illness a year after everyone had told him he would go. Smiling sadly sarah glanced up at the whole poem, to her it summed her fathers life up entirely.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Standing Sarah tucked the poem into her breast pocket and shrugged on her coat. She'd need
him close today she decided as she climbed into her car. Nothing bad was happening just her
normal everyday job hunt but something warned her that he would want to be with her, something
was about to change.
Searching all her usualy spots for work she came up empty as normal, there just wasn't any work
within her mile radius, and there wasn't work further afield that paid enough to make it worth the
travel expences. Defeated she headed away from the hustle and bustle of town moving slowly
through the trafic and towards her favourite bar. Sighing with relief whan she found the quiet oasis
of the country village she felt a weight fall from her shoulders. Shortly after leaving her mothers
house she'd started to have panic attacks, paranoia had shortly followed after that and then just to
make her feel extra special she discovered she had insomnia too. Curling her lip at the thought
Sarah removed her seat belt and climbed out heading towards the bar, finally she'd get some
peace.
