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Strange Love by Samanther(m): 2:53am On Jan 06, 2014 |
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Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 2:55am On Jan 06, 2014 |
CHAPTER ONE Ciara woke up from her afternoon slumber. Headphones which were still inserted in her ears were playing sweet music. She gazed at the clock which stood on her study table and it displayed 5.53 pm. She stretched her body and closed her eyes again surrendering herself to the music. It is indeed uncommon for a girl of eighteen years to spend her afternoon and early evenings trapped in her room with no one to accompany except her solitude and her dreams. Ciara preferred no one's company except her own. She was an imaginative girl, she had formed a utopia around her to escape from the harsh realities of life. It was her belief that being alone is the only way to get rid of all the problems in the world. As she was sitting in the cafeteria of her college drinking soda she gazed at the couple sitting at the corner of the room holding hands and kissing frequently. She smiled and turned her head away but couldn't ignore the longing in her heart for that special someone with whom she'd happily share her lonely existence. Even though she thought that love was a momentary thing but still somewhere in her heart she believed that the existence of true love is possible. She was deeply engrossed in her thoughts when her phone rang and her happy disposition turned into a sad one as she looked at the screen which flashed "Mom". "Hello," she said taking the call. "Your dad and I are going out for the weekend. The food is in the refrigerator. Look after the home." "I will," she said disappointingly, "and I'll take care of myself too mom." After having dinner Ciara sat down to watch TV but was interrupted when her best friend Marcy called her and asked her if she'd like to come with her to Ryan's party. Ryan was desired by almost every girl in the school but Ciara never showed any interest in him. She knew Ryan was nothing but a shallow guy underneath his "cool" and sexy personal. Switching the TV off she decided to surf the net and stumbled upon a website where pen friends from all over the world are connected to each other. She smiled wondering how it would be like to have a pen pal of her own. It was her dream to travel the world and explore different cultures and befriending someone from another part of the world would give her the opportunity to know their way of living. She decided to give it a try without thinking much and registered herself on this website. As soon as she got registered her computer screen filled with so many profiles to choose from. She viewed many profiles of people from around the world but none of them caught her interest. Finally, she saw a profile which wasn't at all attractive. It was mentioned on that person's profile that he joined the community about one year ago but astonishingly he did not have a single friend. In the name of description the owner of the profile had only mentioned his country and a fake name which caught Ciara's attention. "Any_Dream_Will_Do", Ciara said the name aloud and chuckled, "That's a sweet and interesting name." Somewhere in her heart an inkling aroused to know this stranger. She decided to send this "Dreamer" a message which went like this: "Hi Any_Dream_Will_Do My name is Ciara and I am from Texas. I am new on this site and you're the first person I am sending message to. I don't know what to say but I guess I should start by telling a little about myself. I am in high school and I'll be graduated next year, hopefully! I love music and reading. Well that's about it. Hope to hear from you soon " Next day she got a friend request from him with this message: "Welcome!" |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 3:03am On Jan 06, 2014 |
CHAPTER TWO Ciara immediately accepted his friend request wondering why he wrote one word mail back to her instead of providing a little bit of information about himself, for example his name. Any_Dream_Will_Do was offline and he remained offline for many days generating curiosity in Ciara's mind. Meanwhile Ciara was leading her monotonous life. Her parents had now returned from their vacation and the atmosphere at home remained normal for few days. She once again wished in vain that everything would be back to normal. They still treated Ciara like she doesn't exist in the house. She logged in everyday to the pen pals website she registered on to see if her new friend sent her any message but everyday she only met with disappointment. After almost one month she got the message from her new friend she never hoped for: "Ciara... ...How are you? I had the weirdest dream last night. I saw myself locked in the cellar. It was empty and black and I could hear the sound of my heartbeat beating tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. My head was aching like someone had hit it with a hammer for hours. My body was numb, I couldn't move or shift in my place but I could feel that my legs were tied to the corners of the bed on which I was lying. I tried to scream but it seemed like my tongue was stuck in my mouth. There was no window in the room to at least let a ray of light enter in this black pit. I was shivering with cold and my throat yearning for water. Then I heard the creaking of the door and felt the presence of someone in the room. I could clearly hear the sound of footsteps approaching towards me and my heart began to beat more rapidly. My survival instincts provoked me to get up and run for my life but I couldn't... I couldn't move a finger. I gathered all the strength I had and tried to get up but to no avail. The person was now standing very close to me but I couldn't see his face because of the darkness persisting in the room. Even though I couldn't see the person's face and was unaware of his motive still it felt like I was lying in front of a devil. He was my destroyer, I was certain about it. As I was lying motionlessly, I felt droplets of water falling from the sky onto my face and with a twinge in my heart I fell in the lap of sleep once again. When I woke up from my slumber in the morning, to my utter astonishment, I found the rope marks on both of my legs. It was a dream, right? Then... I don't want to go there again Ciara. I don't want to get trapped in the darkness. I don't want to see that dream again." Ciara was dumbstruck reading this mail. The possibility of him joking occurred to her. How can anyone write such mail to a person they haven't even talked to before? Is he trying to play with her? It was certainly not a dream but a nightmare. Is he a freak? She shrugged off all his thoughts and decided never to talk to him again. |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 3:15am On Jan 06, 2014 |
Should I Continue Or Stop? |
Re: Strange Love by Nobody: 4:16am On Jan 06, 2014 |
Continue bro. The story is interesting. |
Re: Strange Love by IamDejman(m): 10:04am On Jan 06, 2014 |
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Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 11:54pm On Jan 06, 2014 |
CHAPTER THREE No matter how much effort she put into not remembering the contents of his email, the words still crawled back in her brain diverting her attention from anything she was presently engaged in. Questions like, "Is he a freak? Or he's just fooling me and playing with me? Maybe he is a nutcase?" Hovered her mind. But somewhere in her heart the thought of him being not a liar also persisted, even though she was refusing to recognize it. After much contemplating she decided to write back to him ignoring every notions of him being a psycho. She wrote this mail in about 2 minutes - "Listen, I don't know what you saw in your dreams and how those rope marks mysteriously appeared on your legs but let me tell you something, I am not stupid. Writing such mails won't give you the satisfaction of trapping me. I am aware of freaks and scammers like you surrounding these social networking sites so back off mister and don't you ever mail me again." She sighed turning off her laptop. Noises of yelling and screaming reached her ears making her quickly run downstairs with hope of not encountering things she usually do, but her hopes went in vain. There they were, her mom and dad, fighting and yelling their throats off. Sometimes she pitied their vocal cords and wondered how they were still able to speak after years of screaming, arguing and yelling. "Hey Ciara," said Ryan when she was busy placing books in her locker. She was surprised to see that Ryan, the most popular guy in the school was actually talking to her. "Hey Ryan," she replied nervously. "I am having this party at my house tonight. I'd like you to come," he said smiling. "Wow!" Exclaimed Ciara to herself and murmured to Ryan, "Of course, I'll be there." "See ya then," he winked and left leaving Ciara stunned. Even though he never witnessed any sign of her being intimidated by him but still in her heart, like any other girl, Ciara secretly enjoyed the attention Ryan gave her. Adorning her new lilac colored dress she glanced herself for the last time in the mirror before heading out for Ryan's party. As soon as she stepped out of the room, her computer screened beeped professing the arrival of a new mail. She decided to read it and much to her dismay it was from the person with the nick name, "Any_Dream_Will_Do," which read like this: "I am not a freak, okay? Never call me that again. I am not a scammer either. I actually witnessed that dream and I still have those rope marks on my legs. I shared this instance with you because I thought we are friends now but I think I was wrong. It's okay if you don't want to talk to me again. I will not bother you. Take care." All throughout Ryan's party Ciara couldn't keep the thought of her net friend or his email out her mind. She wondered if he was actually honest about the dream incidence. May be should give him another chance but what if he is a liar? Reaching back home she instantly logged in to her account on the pen pal website and was startled to find her one and only friend, Any_Dream_Will_Do online. She thought of logging out but then changed her mind. "Why should I log out?" She thought to herself, "But what if he tries to chat with me?" As she was lost in her thoughts the chat window appeared on the screen. It was him, Any_Dream_Will _Do. He said, "Hi," to her. She didn't reply. "Did you get my mail?" He asked. Reluctantly she replied, "Yes." "Okay. What have you decided then?" "Decided?" "Are you going to delete me Ciara?" He asked finally. |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 1:54am On Jan 07, 2014 |
CHAPTER FOUR "Are you going to delete me Ciara?" Echoed in her ears once again. Should she delete him? Why his name is causing so much chaos in her mind? Why can't she just delete him and get on with her life? Were the questions that instantly struck her mind. "No, no I am not deleting you," she finally typed and pressed enter. "But let me make one thing very clear to you - I don't want to hear about your freaking 'dreams' once again!" The last sentence was typed in caps. "You don't want me to share my thoughts and dreams with you? Isn't that what friends are for?" He retorted. "Friends don't creep friends!" "I am not lying to you, Ciara. I did saw that dream and I still have those rope marks on my legs." "Ok stop! Enough with your dreams. Let's change the topic." "As you say," he said surrendering. "So," Ciara reluctantly replied, "What's your name?" "Isaiah," flashed on screen. "At least his name is not weird," she thought to herself. "Are you a student?" He asked. "Yes, I am in high school, last year. What do you do?" This time the message containing his reply did not appear instantly. After 3 minutes he finally replied, "Carpenter." "Cool. I never met a carpenter before LOL." "You think it's funny?" He replied dryly. "Umm no. I was just... anyway, I have to leave now," she was offended. "So soon? Who knows when we will meet next?" "But I have to meet my friend so I can't really stay." "Please, stay," he urged and she obliged instead of meeting her friend. "Okay. I am staying." "Thank you. What are your hobbies Ciara?" "Well just the regular stuff. Singing, dancing, reading, writing and photography. What about you?" "I have no hobbies." "LOL, no hobbies? How can a person not have a hobby?" "I have no hobbies," he typed again. "Isn't there anything that you like to do? I mean like listening to music, dancing or something?" "I hum sometimes, if that's a hobby?" Asked Isaiah. "LOL, it sure is! It means you've an inner, unrecognizable desire to sing," Ciara asserted. "I know I can't sing, and I never wished to!" He said almost shrugging off the thought. "That's what you think. You've made a firm decision in your head that you don't want to sing along with a notion that you can't sing and therefore when your desire of singing overtakes you, you submit to it by humming." "Well, I never thought of it this way." "Okay, listen. I want you to try, and sing your most favorite song and see if it gives you any joy." Next day she got a recording of his singing voice in the e-mail which she most anxiously and excitedly listened. She was correct, he was meant to sing. He sounded "perfect" according to her and she kept playing the song again and again with a smile on her face which seemed to grow each time she hit the 'play' button. She googled and found out that the song was "Any Dream Will Do" and it took her no time to come to conclusion that the song must be Isaiah's favorite as it was his nick name too on the profile. In the night when they both sat in front of their respective computer screens to talk to each other again the "recording" seemed naturally fair as their first topic of discussion. "See I told you," typed Ciara with utmost pleasure, "You always wanted to sing and it's apparent in your recording." "I don't know... I just... started singing as I thought about our conversation and it felt so right. I recorded it for you and sent it to you immediately. It's been long since I ever sang." "What? Really? Well, you should sing often. You are a great singer." "Thanks. Thank you for bringing back the music into my life." "I am glad," replied Ciara with a smile, "Tell me one thing, do you play any musical instruments too. Well, I always wanted to learn guitar." Ciara was eagerly waiting for Isaiah's reply but he didn't reply. Not even after a minute, 5 minutes or an hour. Two days went by but still he didn't reply. |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 2:05am On Jan 07, 2014 |
CHAPTER FIVE A week went by in waiting to hear from Isaiah again, but Ciara only met with disappointment. The cause of his disappearance was creating certain perplexities in her to her utter amazement. She was resolved to bombard him with millions of questions as soon as he decided to appear online. The very next day brought her the pleasure of the same and she didn't spare a moment in sending him this message: "Hey there! Good to see you online after so LONG. How have you been?" To which she was immediately replied: "I am sorry I was gone for so long. I am fine, how have you been?" After reading this message she immediately invited him to the chat room and there she performed the deed. "Where were you?" Was her first question and she couldn't wait for the answer to be displayed on screen. Time passed, 1, 2, 5, minutes gone and not a single word from him. "There?" She asked for the third time. "I am on a call, please wait." He replied. Ciara was irritated by this, but didn't let it show and patiently waited for him to resume their conversation. "I am sorry, I was on a call," Isaiah finally answered. "I went to my grandmom's, she is sick." "I am sorry to hear that," Ciara said understanding his situation, "How is your grandmother now?" "She is better now," he wrote, "I just hope she stays like this for she's everything to me." Ciara sensed, for the first time, his "humane" side. "You love her so much, huh? What about your parents? Do you stay with them or what?" "I don't stay with them anymore." "Oh okay. I stay with my parents 'because I am only in high school. I mean it's not like I don't want to stay with them... it's just. Anyway, how old are you?" "I am 19." "Aren't you supposed to be in college or something?" "I dropped out." "Oh okay." "You know what Ciara," he wrote, "All this time I was away, I didn't stop singing and it helped me a lot dealing with things." She replied with a smile, "I believe music gives you strength in hard times. I am glad that you didn't stop singing. You know I've been listening to that song, day and night which you sent me in your voice. It's a lovely song and now I know why you have this as your profile name." "My mom used to love this song and eventually I fell in love with it too." He revealed. "Now I've fallen in love with it." "I am sorry I was away for so long," he apologized again, "I was really busy and there was no internet connection there." "I was wondering about your whereabouts. I checked here every day for you and lately it seemed that you won't ever come back again. It was scary," she later regretted typing these lines. Suddenly there was a flow of emotions in his heart reading this last message and with his heart racing faster than usual he replied, "All the while I was away from you, a questions kept bothering me - 'Will Ciara think about me?' Now I am glad to know that you did." She took a deep breath contemplating what to reply and then wrote, "You always disappear like a Cinderella or something LOL. It kind of freaks me out you know. That day when we were talking you left in the middle of the conversation without even informing." "I know and I am sorry for that. But sometimes certain situation arises which demand my instant attention. I promise it won't happen again." "No problem. Anyway, tell me something what kind of music do you listen to? I am sure you have a great taste in music." "I listen to anything which pleases the ears. I have no favorites." "Oh come on," she insisted, "You must have some favorite artists?" "Well, I like classical music and a little bit of Jazz" He revealed. "Sounds cool." "What about you?" He asked. "Well I listen to anything and everything except heavy metal. That kind of makes me deaf." She joked. "Do you sing or play?" "No, I don't. I would love to learn piano though. What about you?" "I used to play guitar but not anymore." "And why is that?" She asked inquisitively. "Well, I don't feel like playing anymore." "You should. You're so lucky you know. I wish I could play all the musical instruments." "What else do you wish for?" He asked out of the blue. "What do you mean?" "I mean, what do you wish for in life? What are your desires? What do you want?" "Ummm well there are so many things." "I want to know them all. Let's start with your ambition in life." "My ambition in life," she said after pondering for a while, "is to be a famous designer someday. I want to go to Milan and be famous." "I am sure you will Ciara. I am sure you'll be the best fashion designer this world has ever seen. But don't you forget me, okay?" "LOL don't worry I won't." "Even if you try to, I won't let you." He said firmly. "What do you want to do Isaiah? What's your ambition in life?" "My ambition... I really don't have one. I just want peace." "A life without ambition is like body without soul. What's left in life when you don't have an aim which constantly propels you to work harder? You should set up an aim for you." "And what my aim should be?" "One day your heart will desperately long for something, and that my friend, will be your ultimate aim," as she pressed enter she heard the knock on the door and turned around to find Jack, a man in his early 40s though he looked younger. He was a tall man, athletically built and had blue eyes that attracted a lot of women including Ciara's mother. Ciara looked at him in disbelief and offended. He grinned at her and entered the room, "Hello there little girl! How have you been?" "What do you want?" She asked bluntly. "Your mom won't be here, is she?" He asked sitting down on her bed. "She is out with her friends." "Tell her I came," he said getting up, "I'll see you later sweetheart," he smirked as he went away. Ciara sighed and lamented her misfortune of seeing this man. Meanwhile she was continuously getting messages from Isaiah, "Are you there? Ciara?" She looked at the screen and instantly replied, "Yeah I am here." "Where were you?" He asked inquisitively. "Umm someone came so I was attending to that person, sorry." "You don't have to be sorry. Who came?" "A Jack-ass." "What?" He asked startled. "Nothing. Anyway where were we?" She asked ignoring the topic. "Is someone bothering you?" She didn't realize why she felt good at reading this question but thereby avoiding this feeling she replied to him, "No, no one is bothering me. Isaiah, can I ask you something?" "Please do." "Why haven't you added any friends yet on your profile?" "Not many people send me friend requests considering I haven't written anything on my profile which would rouse curiosity in them and neither have I uploaded any picture so. And those who do, I don't add them." "And why is that?" "I don't know." "Then why did you make a profile here if you don't want to add people and get to know them?" "My grandma wanted it. She always complains that I don't have many friends and I don't socialize much. But I never listened to her so one day she told me, "At least you can register on those social networking sites Isaiah... those Facebook thing and all. And she kept bugging me until I got registered. I just made an account without adding any details so that people won't bother adding me." "LOL you're weird. You're worse than a loner, actually. Okay tell me why did you add me then?" "I don't know," he replied without thinking much. "Okay!" She answered disappointingly. |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 3:27pm On Jan 07, 2014 |
CHAPTER SIX Even though it was just a two-week acquaintance, the bond between Ciara and Isaiah grew so strong that it surpassed any time limit. "I will tell this to Isaiah," she would say to herself whenever she saw something amusing, "What would Isaiah say about it?" She asked herself whenever she was in doubt. One day when she was sitting in front of her computer screen, restlessly waiting for Isaiah to come online, the door burst open and her mother slide in like a storm. Much to Ciara's amazement, and turned her cheeks red by continuously slapping her without giving any reason. Ciara was too stunned to get hurt and as she rose up to confront her mother, tears inevitably escaped her eyes, "Mom! What are you doing?" "Insolent girl! How dare you? How dare you talk to Jack like that?" She growled. "Oh! So that Jackass has pumped you," cried Ciara and instantly received another slap from her mom. "Is this how you talk to people? How dare you bitch? Don't you ever call him with that name again or I swear I'll kick you out," she said turning away to walk out of the room but something struck her and she turned around to give Ciara a last warning, "One more thing, if you ever crossed your fucking limits again then this will be your last day on earth." Ciara burst into tears as soon as her mother went out of the room. Even though her tears helped cooling down her red-hot face but it could not fade away the marks of her mother's fingers. She cried not because her mother slapped her but because she punished her for someone else's fault. Instead of talking with her daughter she chose to believe a stranger. As she was sobbing a message flashed on her computer screen, "Hey Ciara," It was Isaiah. She looked at the message but it gave her no delightment this time, like it always does. She ignored the message and kept weeping. "Are you there?" Isaiah messaged again. Ciara didn't even raise her head to look at the screen this time. "Ciara this messenger is showing you online, why aren't you replying? Are you there?" He wrote anxiously but still got no reply. He was beginning to grow restless now. "Why isn't she replying?" He thought to himself, "May be she is busy somewhere. I should wait for her." Ten minutes passed without any word from Ciara. Isaiah couldn't take it anymore. Impatience and anxiety took over him. He sent her about 15 messages but still got no reply. Ciara who was meanwhile in the bathroom unaware of Isaiah's misery, finally came out after washing her face. Sitting down in front of her computer, she was startled to see so many messages from Isaiah asking about her whereabouts and without wasting anytime she begin to reply. "I am here," was the first sentence she entered. Isaiah sighed in relief as he read her message. "Where were you?" He asked annoyed, "I sent you so many messages but you didn't reply." "I am sorry. I was in the bathroom." "Are you okay?" Asked he sensing something unusual. "Yeah, I am fine. I need to go Isaiah. I can't talk right now," she said holding back her tears. "Why? What's wrong? You never refused to talk to me before, what happened now?" "I can't. We'll talk later." "Is something wrong? You can tell me." He tried to persuade her. "Nothing is wrong. I can't talk right now." "Just tell me what happened?" He insisted. "Nothing happened okay. Just leave me alone," she shouted as she typed in this sentence. He was taken aback as he read this. Burying his face in his hands he controlled his urge to punch the computer screen and break it. Taking in another deep breath and calming himself down, he wrote, "Ciara, tell me what's wrong? Don't you trust me? Tell me what happened?" She burst into tears once again as she read this message and helplessly logged out because she wanted to be alone. Next morning before going to school she logged into her account again to see if Isaiah has sent her any message and much to her satisfaction there was one message he left for her: "I know you're hiding something. I can feel it. We've been talking for the last two weeks now and there's never been a moment when you refused to talk to me without providing any valid reason. I can sense that you're upset but you won't tell me. If there's anything... anything that's bothering you then please let me know. I can't see you upset." Even though it was a short message but its impact on Ciara proved to be of a great deal. She smiled and was content to see that someone cared for her too. She instantly replied to his message: Hey Isaiah, I am sorry for ignoring you last night. I was upset about something but after reading your message, I don't think I am anymore. I wish I could write more but time doesn't permit me as I have to reach school but I want to talk to you. Same time. Please do come. "Are you coming tonight to Jeff's birthday party?" Asked Marcy to Ciara as they were walking towards their next class together. "No," answered Ciara remembering her prior commitment, "I don't think I'll be able to make it." "Oh Come on C! Don't be such a bore. It's Jeff's birthday party and he invited us. Everyone will be there..." "I can't Marcy," replied Ciara interrupting her, "I just can't." "And may I know the reason?" Her friend asked her inquisitively. "Well...umm..." She tried to make up a story, "I...I have to help mom." "Girl stop lying. I know there's something else." "There's nothing else. I really have something important to do and I won't cancel it, no matter what happens," explained Ciara as they sat on their desks. "You better tell me everything about this "important thing" you're doing tonight," said Marcy as the bell rang reminding teacher and students to get ready for their class. It was 11 pm when Ciara got out of the bathroom in her night-clothes and walked towards her bedroom door to lock it. Sitting in front of her computer screen, she excitedly logged in to her messenger and much to her pleasure found Isaiah online. "Hey there," he quickly messaged her. "Hey. How are you?" "I am good. Are you alright now?" He asked with concern. "I am alright Isaiah. I am fine now. Thanks for asking." "Thanks? Why are you being so formal to me?" She waited for few moments wondering what to say in reply but was taken aback with his other message, "Listen Ciara and listen very carefully. You've got me and I've got you, there's no one else that cares for us. We have to care for each other and stay together. This world is a really bad place. They'll do anything to tear us apart but we have to be strong and let nothing come between us." Ciara gulped as she read this message. She was quite confused about how to respond to such a message. She had heard about freaks on net that trap people in every possible way and exploit them. She was alert now, "I have my parents who take care of me. You don't have to worry about me." He frowned as he read this message and quickly replied, "No, no. You're not understanding me. Parents? Huh! They'd come and go but this... this thing... this bond between us, it's irreversible, it cannot be changed. We've met for a reason, Ciara." "Isaiah, my parents would never go away, they would never leave me," she retorted. "Really? Did they tell you that? They told you they'd never leave you and you believed them? You're not understanding me Ciara. I am the only one that's going to be there for you, always. No one else. It's just you and me." "Okay," asserted Ciara calming him down, "You're telling me that you're my best friend, that you're always going to be here for me but the truth is, I don't even know who you actually are. It's been two weeks since we started talking and you haven't even told me where you are actually from." "I live in Port Jervis, NY." "What? Really? It's like only 1 hour away from my town." "Where do you live? In Milford?" He asked inquisitively. Ciara wondered if she should tell him about her exact location but then there are 1000 other people too living in Milford, "Yes," she replied confirming her whereabouts. Isaiah smiled and wrote, "And I used to think what if you're living somewhere really far away like in...Rome may be in Japan or Ireland for that matter. Huh! We're closer now. Have you ever been here in Port Jervis?" "I've been to New York but not in your town exactly. Have you been here?" "No, but I'd love to," Isaiah stopped writing and wondered if he should ask her to meet him but shrugged the idea and continued, "It must be a peaceful town." "Yeah, it's a really small town and very peaceful. I love it here." "Will you tell me now?" He asked out of the blue. "Tell you what?" She replied with another question. "Tell me why you were upset last night?" Ciara pondered on whether she should tell him the truth or make up some story, "Isaiah, it's a personal matter. I am afraid I can't tell you." Something broke inside Isaiah when he read this reply of Ciara but getting himself together, he asserted, "Okay. I understand. Must be its something really personal, otherwise you'd have told me," he waited for a while and continued, "Ciara, I...I don't think, I can talk anymore. We'll talk later okay," he said logging out without seeing her reply. |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 3:34pm On Jan 07, 2014 |
CHAPTER SEVEN Ciara sensed the distress her last statement caused to Isaiah and in hope of redemption she quickly turned to her keyboard to send him a reply but it was too late now. Isaiah was gone. He had logged out! As she sat through the classes trying to pay attention to what her teachers were teaching, the thought of Isaiah never ceased to enter her mind. Reaching home she quickly rushed upstairs to her room and switched on her computer in hope of seeing a message from him or if stars favored her then maybe gets the opportunity to talk to him. But all her hopes were gone in vain. He was not online neither did he leave any message for her. Ciara decided to stay online for a while thinking he might log in but he didn’t. After having lunch she rushed upstairs again in the same hope of seeing him online but he didn’t show up, contrary to her expectations. Frustrated, she sat on the bed biting her nails. It was an old habit of hers, biting her nails whenever she was in doubt about something or distressed. "Son of a bitch," she cursed him as she got up and moved towards her computer to log out. "Thanks for showing up tonight, Ma’am," remarked Marcy sarcastically. Ciara ignored her and continued sipping her drink. "What’s up with you C?" Continued Marcy, "You rarely show me your face after school. You don’t even come to this café anymore, not even to the clubs and parties." "You know it well, Marcy, I never liked going to such places," retorted Ciara. "I know you don’t. But still you used to come to these places to divert your mind from all the tension at home. What happened now? You don’t socialize anymore. Everything is going right suddenly?" Ciara smirked and reply, "Yes, everything is going right suddenly." Everyone was busy dancing and drinking but all Ciara could think of was of Isaiah. She was constantly checking her mails to see if he has sent her any messages but only met with disappointment. When she finally got home she was too frustrated and exhausted to turn on her computer but still she forced herself to check one last time. Isaiah was offline! Cursing him she retired to her bed. Next morning when Ciara came downstairs for breakfast, she was startled to see her mother all bruised up. "Mom, are you alright?" She asked in shock. "I am fine," replied her mom turning her face away from Ciara. "What happened to you?" Asked Ciara moving closer but her mother shrugged her off and growled, "Why does it matter to you? Huh? You both are same. You and your father. I wish, I can get away from both of you." Bursting into tears Ciara quickly ran away from her house to the beach. The beach was her "best place in the world." Whenever she was upset about something or just wanted to cut away from the world for a while she’d run to the beach and stare at the vast ocean for hours. Gentle breezes stroked Ciara’s hair as she looked at the waves dancing freely in the sea. Closing her eyes she prayed to God about her mom. "Let nothing hurt her," she murmured as she opened her watery eyes. Suddenly her phone rang and name of Marcy displayed on the screen. "Hey there Mar," said Ciara receiving the call. "Where are you? First bell has already ringed." Ciara realized the flow of time as she looked at her watch. "Damn Mar! I totally forgot about the school." "Good luck," said Marcy sarcastically as she hung up. Ciara sneaked inside the house trying not to catch the attention of her parents and rushed upstairs to her room, locking the door. She sighed as she sat on the bed. "Damn Ciara how can you forget about school?" She asked herself grabbing the diary from the side table and began to write in it. But she was soon disturbed by some noises in the other room. Climbing down her bed, she moved closer to the door to hear what seemed to be sound of people shouting. Unlocking the door she walked outside her room to hear more clearly and not much to her surprise it was her mom and dad fighting, again. They were cursing at each other and saying things which disgraced and disgusted Ciara. She ran to her room and locked the door again. Burying her face in her arms she sobbed until she was disturbed by the sound coming from her computer notifying her of a new un-read message. "Bleep!" Exclaimed Ciara, "not interested," said she throwing a pillow at her computer. It beeped again, and again and again. Furious Ciara climbed down her bed and sat in front of her computer to see who was bothering her. It was Isaiah. She looked at the name and frowned, "No way dude! I am not gonna reply to you. You made me wait like hell yesterday," she said ignoring his messages. It beeped again and this time Ciara couldn’t resist. "Hey how are you?" Was the first message from him. "There?" The second, "Why aren’t you replying?" Was the third one, "Ciara are you there?" Was fourth and so on. "Yeah, I am here," replied Ciara in anger. "Where were you? Shouldn’t you be at school?" "Yes, I should but I am not. Is that a problem?" She asked annoyed. "Definitely not. At least for me. Did you read your offline messages?" "No." "Then do me a favor and read them." Ciara obliged and as she checked her offline messages she was astounded to find almost 50 messages from Isaiah. All received between 9.30-12. "He was online," she said to herself in surprise and quickly replied to Isaiah, "You were online last night?" "Where else would I be?" He questioned back. "But I checked for you like thousand times and you were offline." "Our chatting time is between 9-12, right? I was busy with something so I couldn’t come around 9. But as soon as I was free, I logged in. It was 9.30 when I came. Ciara, you couldn’t even wait for me for 30 minutes." Ciara felt bad as she read his last message, "I am sorry. I waited the whole day for you to come online but you didn’t show up. I was really mad. When I came back home around 9, I still checked for you but you weren’t here so I went to sleep." "I didn’t come online in the afternoon because I was upset with you. I was upset because you still have reservations in your mind when it comes to me. You are still not comfortable in sharing things with me." "Isaiah, I am sorry but I…I don’t know what to say. We don’t know each other that well. I mean you’re so secretive and never tell me anything." "Yeah, I guess you’re right. I am sorry, I shouldn’t have crossed the line." "It’s not that," she retorted. "Forget it. Tell me why aren’t you at school? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I am fine. I just...well I forgot to go to school." "What? You forgot?" "LOL yeah!" "Didn’t your parents remind you?" He asked inquisitively. "Well," replied Ciara smirking, "They think I am at school." "What if they find you at home?" "I am screwed then," she said slyly. "You’re crazy," he said smiling, "How can you forget going to school?" "Well I was at the beach and I guess I lost the track of time." "You’re a sea person, huh?" "Yeah, I love water, the big ocean. I wonder sometimes you know, what if I drown in the ocean and wake up to a whole new world, a world which is completely different from this one." "A world where people smile to you politely," he said interrupting her, "Where everyone is kind to each other and where there is no darkness. No growling of wolves. A world where no one rip each other apart." "A world where there is love." "Love?" "Yeah." "You think a place like this exists?" Asked Isaiah. "I think it does. And I think people there are waiting for us." "When will we go there?" "When the right time comes." There was banging on the door and Ciara came out of trance. "BRB" she wrote to Isaiah and rushed towards the door to open it. It was her parents who were banging at the door. They looked really annoyed and furious as Ciara opened the door. "You didn’t go to school today?" Asked her mother. "I…" replied Ciara reluctantly, "I have a headache." "Headache?" Asked her dad moving closer, "Such severe headache that you couldn’t even tell us that you’re at home?" "We wouldn’t have even known that she is at home if hadn’t received a call from her school," added her mother. "I was going to tell…" "Shut up," Said her father in loud voice, "Don’t you lie. I know you had planned to spend the whole day in your room and fooling us." "But dad…" and before Ciara could complete her sentence she received a tight slap from her father. "Don’t you ever try to fool me again!" He warned her and left. Her mother looked at her with pity but left too without saying a word. Ciara locked the door and quietly sat on the chair. Turning to her keyboard she left this message for Isaiah, "Guess what? My parents got a call from school. They were here in my room and pretty angry at me." "What did you tell them?" He asked. "I lied that I had a headache which they obviously didn’t believe." "What did they say then?" "They didn’t say anything. Forget it," she said wiping her tear. "Are you okay?" He asked sensing something wrong. "I just got rewarded for lying and missing school of course I am fine." "Did they do anything to you? Did they hurt you?" Asked Isaiah who was by now boiling with anger. Ciara couldn’t reply and burst into tears. Isaiah sensed her pain and agony and thus wrote, "Tell me what they did to you? Please tell me Ciara." "Forget it," she said wiping her tears, "It’s nothing new." "Tell me what did they do to you?" "Dad slapped me." Isaiah threw the glass kept on the table on the floor in enormous anger. He covered his face in his hands trying to calm himself down and then wrote, "Report it to the police. Send him behind the bars. How dare he?" "Let’s not talk about this," replied Ciara calming him down. "Not talk about this? Are you mad? How dare he touch you? Does he do this often? Listen to me carefully if he ever tries to hurt you again then immediately call the police. Send this jerk behind the bars." "Isaiah, please." "I swear, I would have killed him if I were there. I won’t let anyone hurt you." "You promise?" "I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll take away all your sorrows." A smile spread across Ciara’s face as she read this. It had been so long since she felt that someone actually cared for her, loved her! "Will you do something for me Isaiah?" "Of course," replied he with tears soaked eyes. "I want to hear your voice." |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 12:13pm On Jan 08, 2014 |
CHAPTER EIGHT They both leaned back in their chairs and sighed. Ciara wanted to kill herself for asking such a thing from Isaiah. "Why on earth do I want to hear his voice? Or should I say why on earth did I have to ask him that?" Ciara asked herself closing her eyes as she did not intend to look at the screen. The computer beeped indicating a reply from Isaiah. Reluctantly she raised her head to look at the screen but before she could read it, the request for voice chat flashed on it and she quickly accepted it. As she wore the headphones her heart began to beat rapidly. "Hey," echoed in her ears. It was Isaiah. She could hear him. A smile spread across her face as he spoke again, "Ciara, can you hear me?" "Yes," she mumbled. "Say my name," he whispered softly into her ears. "Isaiah," as she obliged shivers went down his spine. He held the headphone tightly, "Say it again." She fulfilled his request giving him an unusual ecstasy he had never experienced before. "I never liked hearing my name before," he confessed, "Huh! We're finally talking." "Yeah. Thanks for agreeing to talk to me." "Trust me, pleasure is all mine. But tell me," he said getting serious, "Are you alright?" "Yes, I am," she lied, "I am fine." "I am always here for you, remember that. You don't have to hide anything from me." "I know," answered Ciara, "It's just same old family drama. Don't worry about it." "Families are only good at one thing, creating dramas. They are not worth living with," he scrunched his eyebrows in disgrace as he said this. "Well, things happen in a family but that doesn't destroy the bond and love that you have for each other," asserted Ciara. Isaiah sneered at hearing this and replied, "Yeah, because the bond and love dies on its own." "Tell me, don't you have a family?" Asked she. Hearing this question enraged him but he kept his cool and answered, "I don't need anyone." "Well, that's not true. Everyone needs..." "Stop it," he said interrupting her, "I don't want to talk about this family shit okay. Enough now," said he yelling at her. Ciara was startled at his behavior but she chose not to stretch the matter any further, "Okay," she replied dryly. "I didn't mean to be rude. But I don't need anyone, any family. I just don't care." Ciara didn't know what to say in reply so she changed the topic and asked him, "Have you started playing guitar again?" "I do play now. In fact I wrote a song for you," he said excitedly. "Really? Would you play it for me?" She humbly requested. "Wait. Don't go anywhere, okay? Let me get my guitar," Isaiah looked around but his guitar was nowhere to be seen so he rushed out of his room to find it. Panting he came back and was about to begin when someone started knocking on his door. Ciara could hear the loud noises suddenly emerging from Isaiah's side. First she heard the banging on the door and it being opened with a thumping sound. The sounds were very low but she could hear them clearly. "Isaiah, are you there?" She asked him but got no reply. "No... no," she heard him screaming. "Isaiah, are you okay? Are you there? Can you hear me? What's going on?" And he went offline. "Oh my God," she exclaimed nervously, "What should I do?" Ciara was panicking now. She walked up and down the room for four hours in terrible nervousness but Isaiah didn't appear online. She was very worried and couldn't even sleep all night. Next morning on waking up, she quickly rushed to her computer to check if he has left her any message but again, there was no sign of him. On returning home from school she quickly rushed upstairs in hope of hearing from him again but all her hopes went in vain. Four days passed away but there was no sign of Isaiah. Ciara couldn't take it anymore. Each day seemed more miserable than the last one. She sent him several messages but didn't receive any reply. She spent all her time in her room crying and worrying for Isaiah. His screaming still echoed in her ears. Day seventh arrived with pleasant news for her. Isaiah sent her a message. He wrote: "Hey Ciara, how are you? I am fine here. I am really missing you. Waiting to hear from you again." With tears in her eyes and happiness in heart on hearing from him again, she began to write him a reply: "Where the Bleep were you? It's been seven days now. Why do you always disappear like this? I won't talk to you again, ever." At exactly 9 pm she sat in front of her computer, waiting for Isaiah. Each second passed like an eternity until he finally appeared. "Where were you?" She quickly sent him the message. "How have you been?" He replied with another question. Irritated on reading his reply she sent the request for voice chat which was duly accepted, "Where the Bleep have you been?" She asked aggressively. "I... I was busy with work," he said in a faint voice. "Busy with work?" Asked Ciara inquisitively, "What sort of work?" "Carpentry, that's what I do." "Oh! So you were so busy in carpentry that you couldn't even come online for once? Were you in a jungle or something, cutting trees? You think I believe you?" He sighed, "I was busy." "Don't you dare lie to me, Isaiah? Tell me what's going on? I heard everything that night. Those noises. You were screaming. Tell me what happened?" "Nothing happened." "What's up with you? You're not sounding yourself. Are you okay?" She asked with concern. "I am fine." "I know something is wrong with you but you won't tell me. Are you okay, Isaiah? Please tell me the truth." "I am..." Before he could complete the sentence, Ciara burst into tears, "Ciara? Are you crying?" He asked startled. "I was so worried about you," she said breaking down, "You were gone for so many days and you didn't even send me a message. I was so worried, Isaiah. You... you disappeared into thin air. I heard everything that night. The banging on the door, you were screaming. It was so scary. I was so worried about you. I... I haven't slept properly since then. Your screams echo in my ears whenever I am alone. All these negative thoughts of you being hurt, being in some kind of trouble frightens me to death. I can't lose you," she wept. Isaiah was awestruck to see that Ciara cared for him to this extent but was also agonized to hear her cry. His eyes were too filled with tears as he finally realized how it feels when someone cares for you. Never in his life anyone really paid attention to his well-being. Wiping his tears he replied, "I am sorry... I am so sorry Ciara. I never wanted to go... I never wanted to leave you. All the while I was away; the only thing that kept me alive was the thought, a mere hope, of returning to you. I don't like being away, Ciara." "Then why didn't you send me a message? You could have at least sent me a message. I know you were somewhere else otherwise you'd have contacted me." "Don't cry. I don't like it." "Then don't ever leave me, okay? Don't you dare disappear again, Isaiah, I am warning you. You don't know how lonely I get. I know we only talk for few hours but... at least..." Ciara took her headphone off and put it away. "What the hell am I saying to him?" She asked herself, "No... I shouldn't feel this way. He's just a net friend." "Ciara? Are you there?" He asked as he could faintly hear her. She put on the headphones again and answered, "Isaiah, I am..." "I promise you. I won't ever leave you again," said he cutting her off, "I don't like being away from you. I am so much happy here, talking to you." "Where were you, Isaiah?" Asked Ciara agitatedly. "Some things are best untold," said he closing the topic. "But..." "Please, let's not talk about it. I don't want to remember it again. I am here now, with you. We are happy. Let's not spoil it." "Okay," said Ciara giving up as she didn't want to force Isaiah and increase his misery. "So tell me, are you okay?" "Yes, I am fine." "How have you been?" "I've been... sort of okay," she lied. "Did they try to hurt you again?" He said with rage in his eyes. "No. They haven't been around much." "Well, that's a good thing. Stay as far away from them as possible." "Well, yeah. Anyway, umm... do you remember what you were supposed to do before disappearing again like a Cinderella?" "Yeah," he chuckled, "I was supposed to sing the song I wrote for you." "Yes, go for it now," she said excitedly. "Let me get my guitar," he took the guitar from his bedside and thus began: "It's this world where I felt, my own stars will never shine Coz without you! All my life, everything gave me the saddest smile My nights were blue And so were days Masochistic was I Addicted to pain My world was dark But then you came You made me smile Coming all the way Yeah, it's this world, where I feel I can breathe and can't be weak You touched my heart being far! Let me take you there Where we wouldn't have to care Am I too loud? Coz, I see you scared Just feel my soul With you, I am only here Yeah, it's this world where I feel All my stars are shinning bright because you are here, I hope you will always be here and about everything I am unaware." "Ciara was awestruck hearing him sing. The lyrics of the songs touched the chords of her heart. Being overwhelmed about the fact that Isaiah wrote this song especially for, her cheeks flushed red. "Did you like it?" He finally asked her when he didn't get any response. "I love it. It's just amazing," said she blushing. Isaiah was very happy to hear that. He incorporated all his emotions in this song for Ciara. "Thanks Ciara, for bringing the music back into my life. I don't feel dull anymore," said he overwhelmed. "Me too," she replied softly. |
Re: Strange Love by Crowny1(f): 10:16pm On Oct 02, 2014 |
Update pls |
Re: Strange Love by Samanther(m): 11:39am On Oct 03, 2014 |
Crowny1: Update pls really? |
Re: Strange Love by Crowny1(f): 1:56pm On Oct 03, 2014 |
Samanther post=/post/26829058:. Yep. Loving dis story |
Re: Strange Love by jaymomma(f): 4:48pm On Oct 03, 2014 |
Following. Strange love indeed. |
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