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Sep 04, 2011 08:19AM
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Demetri walked out to the track and started to stretch before his run.He was wearing a worn out short sleeve shirt and track pants.Once he was down stretching he did a warm up jog around the track.
Gennie walked along the side of the bleaches. She blinked a few times, wondering what to do next, but also counting down the days until she could go back to Sweden.
Heath walked around the track, taking deap breaths, trying to calm down. Sarah wouldn't want you to hurt others like this... he told himself.
Gennie walked onto the track and thought about running. But decided not too. She looked at her cell phone and saw the time... Still to soon...
Heath saw Gennie and sighed. Did there have to be people everywhere?
As he got closer, his heart nearly stopped. "Sarah..?" he whispered.
As he got closer, his heart nearly stopped. "Sarah..?" he whispered.
Gennie took a few more steps, her mind on other things. If only I could wish myself home... but you can wish with your own magic. She sighed deeply.
Heath paled even more. "No this is impossible," he whispered. "Sarah?!"
Gennie looked up and nearly tripped, going face first.
Heath caught her and pulled her to him, not even thinking about how impossible it was anymore. He was just so overjoyed to see her. "Sarah..." he whispered, stroking her hair.
Gennie gave him a confused look, not understanding what was going on. "Who are you?" She asked, softly. It's not that she didn't like the comfort his arms gave her, but she had no clue who this stranger was.
Pain clouded Heath's eyes. "You don't remember me?" he whsipered. "Wait, how are you here..? You.. d-died."
Gennie looked up at him, afraid. "I'm Gennie..." Her voice was shaky. "I never died..."
Heath frowned. "No, Sarah, you're..." he traield off, confused.
"I'm sorry... but I am Gennie, and I'm not dead, nor have I ever been." Gennie said softly.
Heath pulled away fro mher. "No, but... you look... you have to be her!" he said, a tear running down his face. How could the world be so cruel? Make him think he'd gotten her back and then rip her away once again..
Gennie gave him a sad look. "I'm sorry, but I'm not her" She said, her Swedish accent wavered.
Kendra walking onto the path that led to the field. She smiled to herself loving running at this time. She hoped to meet some tinteresting people as she always did
Whitnee (Potato) wrote: "Gennie gave him a sad look. "I'm sorry, but I'm not her" She said, her Swedish accent wavered."
"Then how do you look just like her??" he asked angrily. "Down to the teeny, tiny freckle on your nose.."
"Then how do you look just like her??" he asked angrily. "Down to the teeny, tiny freckle on your nose.."
Running around the track gaining speed as she went. After she had done 5 laps she stopped to guzzle down her water after the run.
Gennie backed away, seeing his anger. "I don't know..."
Heath clenched his fists, making himself calm down. "I'm sorry, S-Gennie. You look like someone who died a long time ago... I'll just get out of your hair now." he spun around, on the verge of tears.
Her long flowing aburn hair danced in the wind her green eyes sparcled as she looked at the two people talking to each other
Laney [Disenchanted] wrote: "Heath clenched his fists, making himself calm down. "I'm sorry, S-Gennie. You look like someone who died a long time ago... I'll just get out of your hair now." he spun around, on the verge of tears."
Gennie reached out to grab his shoulder. "You don't need to leave..." She trailed off. Even though she was slightly scared of him, she didn't want him to walk away. "I know you don't know me, but you can talk to me, I will listen."
Gennie reached out to grab his shoulder. "You don't need to leave..." She trailed off. Even though she was slightly scared of him, she didn't want him to walk away. "I know you don't know me, but you can talk to me, I will listen."
Heath sighed and didn't look at her. He couldn't. It hurt too much, brought up too many memories. "She was the love of my life," he said softly.
Gennie tilted her head. She wanted to comfort him, but didn't know how to approach it, especially since she looked like someone he once loved. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" She asked.
"She... I... some people were very, very mad at me," he whispered, his voice cracking. "THey took her from me." The tears were falling now, he never cried in front of people.
Gennie wiped his tears away. "I'm sorry."
Heath looked down at her in surprise. Her knidness was almost too much to bear- he was usually horrible to people so that hey hated him. He liked it better that way, or so he thought. "Why are you so kind?" he asked.
"I don't really know." Gennie said. "I like people to be happy, because it makes me happy in return."
Heath laughed slightly. "What a novel idea," he said. He wiped his face, feeling like a complete wimp.
Gennie looked sad for a moment before hiding it. She sighed, hating the feeling of sadness.
Heath shook his head and turned around, starting to walk off.
"Things will get better for you... all you have to do is wish." Gennie called after him.
Heath stopped and turned towards her slightly. "You can't wish back the dead," he said quietly.
"True, but you can wish for the better." Gennie said, looking him in the eyes. "You can wish for other things... though it's hard to get over what you lost, you can always gain more."
"How could things get better? Without her here... nothing will ever be right again," he shook his head and continued to walk.
"Because, you can still find love. It's hard losing things that mean a lot to you. Trust me I know." Gennie said, sighing. How could one person be so bitter and hurt his surroundings like that.
Heath turned around suddenly, eyes flashing. "No, I won't find love," he said harshly. "She was the only one. They took her, because of what I am. A monster. No one would love a monster."
"She loved you didn't she!?" Gennie said back, her voice raising a little. Which never happened... only on that one day... that she'd never mentioned to anyone.
Heath froze and then spun around, his face contorted with rage. "Can't you just leave me alone?!" he yelled. It's bad ebough I had to see her, they look so much alike.
Gennie stepped back, a few tears sliding down her face. "I'm sorry." She said softly and quickly before turning away.
Heath's face crumpled as he saw her face. There you go again, always hurting other, he sighed. "No, Gennie, wait," he called, catching up and stepping in front of her.
Gennie looked at the ground refusing to look up. "What?" She asked, wiping her tears away.
"I... I'm sorry," Heath said, wincing. He wasn't used to apologizing. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you.."
"Sometimes people need to let it out... it's understandable. Besides, I kept pestering you, so I'll just be on my way." Gennie said, sniffling.
Panic crept into his eyes. "No! It really wasn't your fault, I'm sorry. You don't have go," he said, reaching out slightly.
"Why not?" Gennie asked, confused. One second he was screaming at her to leave him alone and the next he wanted her to stay.
"Well, I mean... just if you don't want to. I don't-" he sighed and shrugged helplessly.
She touched his arm with sympathy. "It's okay, if you'd like company I'll stay, if not I'll be on my way."
