Shattered

I walked back to the orphanage. Well that was the most exciting thing that happened to me in three months I thought. I sighed as I went to my bed and hid under the covers. I could hear the other kids playing around the house. I didn’t have school cause it was summer, so there wasn’t much for me to do.

My life was almost perfect three months ago. I had many friends and had fun. I went everywhere with my parents and I was all smiles. Now I didn’t want to have friends because they all gave me that sad sympathetic look. Mostly everyone I knew did. It annoyed me. To be constantly gawked at. I hadn’t noticed but I began to silently tear.

I fell asleep crying. No one bothered me. I woke up early, with the same dream. I took a shower and went to my favorite coffee shop, The Java House. Luckily it wasn’t busy, I got a seat at the back and was reading a magazine and drinking a hot coffee. I suddenly felt as if someone was watching me. I didn’t look up immediately I just kept pretending to read my magazine. I slowly looked up and sitting across me was the golden boy. He was smiling at me. This was creepy. I closed the magazine and gave him a small smile. I took a sip of my coffee. “Hello Selena.” He said, his voice was smooth. “Hi … I don’t know you’re name,” I said, “Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Zane.” He said. He didn’t look like a Zane. “Oh nice to meet you Zane.” I said. “It’s a pleasure meeting you Selena. Do you live here?” he asked. “Yes I do.” I didn’t tell him I lived at the orphanage, he’d be like the other people, feeling sorry for me. Then the same guy that was with him yesterday came in and took a seat next to Zane. “Selena this is Valerian, Valerian, this is Selena.” He said. “Nice meeting you Selena.” Valerian said. “Same to you, I like your name. What does it mean?” I asked. I hadn’t heard that name before. “Thank you. It’s Latin for Strong and Powerful.” He smiled. Interesting. “Sire are you ready to go.” Valerian said to Zane. That was weird, he called him sire. “yes” he said. And murmured something to Valerian that I couldn’t catch. Valerian just nodded. “Well we have business to attend to. It was nice seeing you Selena.” They stood up and I just nodded and they were gone. They were such weird people. Even how they talked was weird. Not normal customs. Business to attend to? Sire?. Pleasant? Teens barely said that. I let it go and read my magazine again.

My mind kept picturing Zane. His hard, square jaw. His short golden hair that fell over his eyes, his bright golden eyes with a hint of gray around the edges, and his perfect pink lips. I mentally slapped myself at the thought of Zane. I couldn’t think of him. But somehow my mind kept thinking about him. It was like I wanted to find him and be with him. It was a crazy thought but I couldn’t force myself to stop. I sighed and put away the magazine I wasn’t even reading. I set it at the table and finished my coffee. I went back to the orphanage and wrote in my journal. I’ve been keeping a journal to express my thoughts, all my secrets and things that happened to me were in this journal. I hid it under the dresser. I pulled it out and flipped open a new page and began to write about my meeting with Zane and Valerian today at the Java House.

I spent the day watching TV. It was uneventful. I went back to my bed and just laid there. I don’t remember but I fell asleep.

I was walking up a huge Victorian style house. There was a giant staircase in the center with gargoyles. Above there was a huge chandelier with crystals and a dozen candles. It cast strange shadows on the gargoyles. I was scared, I didn’t know where I was. I looked down and I was wearing a white ball gown. The room was filled with different painting and Victorian dressers and furniture. I was at the foot of the staircase. It was a black marble staircase. I stood at the first step. I looked at the top and Zane was there. He was wearing just black pants. He was smiling at me. Then I saw it. Golden Wings on his back. It was spread now. It was beautiful. It was Gold wings with intricate designs on it with white. He looked like an angel. He had his hand out to me, almost as if he was beckoning me to him. I took another step. He was watching me as I slowly walked up the stairs. I looked at his wings. It weren’t feathery. It was almost see through. I was on the top step. I took his hand and it was warm. I looked at him and he was smiling. He pulled me closer to him so that there was no room between us. He whispered “You are mine”