In case that you still don't know, I'm a crazy writer! I love to write poetry and stories, romance, crime, mystery, comedy, drama, I'm very versatil.
I've decided to write a story, divided by chapters. Here I'll give you the inspirations and some info:
I took the idea of writing this from maria jane! ( I highly recomd her story: http://www.polyvore.com/everglades/collection?id=505998 ).
The name of the tale -Nightswimming- came from R.E.M's song. So, thank you, Michael Stipe :)
I still don't have the whole thing decided, so I'm just gonna let you read and read.
The main character, the storyteller, is called Sadie Brinkley, who's played by Natalie Portman. Now-days, Sadie's a thirty-two year old woman and she's a patient at the Clarence Thill mental hospital, located in New Orleans. When you start reading the story, you'll go back in time and discover her emotionally loaded past.
Chapter one: Remembering
Here I lie on the hospital bed, remembering how sweeter my days were years ago. Although I try to go on, my vains are filled with poison, my mouth is locked and my soul is black as a hole.
Remembering is the only way I can keep my heart beating, so I’ve decided to tell you all a story. A story that’s made of laughs, tears, kisses and screams.
Let’s go back in time, to be more specific, Arabi, Georgia. A tiny and boring town were teenagers had just one successful option: go to college.
The adventure starts in the bittersweet year of 1996. October, I already had turned eighteen. I was unemployed and not happy enough. My parents tried to fill my eyes with bright yellow stars, but they couldn’t. The only way I felt free and alive was going to the Silverstone lake at night, all by myself.
One cold night, I headed to the dark and foggy place. I sat at the water’s edge, my reflection seemed pure as crystal, though I knew it wasn’t like that.
It was very late, probably around 2.00 a.m, while I looked up at the starless sky, I heard voices and I stood up. I walked near to the trees where the sound came from.
“Who the hell’s there?!,” I stuttered a couple of words.
“It depends! Who are you?,” a young guy’s voice came from the tree-spot.
“I’m Sadie”- instead of waiting for an answer, I ran through the sticky plants and muddy floor. When I got there, I saw a little group of kids who were probably my age.
“There’s no reason to freak out. I’m Brian,” it was the same voice who talked to me before. He was short, blonde and looked like a fifteen year old.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s an idiot. I’m Greg- this dude was really different. He had long hair –for a guy, of course- and was clearly brave and rebel.
“And I guess I get to be the last one- a black-haired girl with a hidden latin accent smiled- I’m Thalia.”
“Oh, well –I was surprised- As I said before, I’m Sadie. How come I never saw you before? I come here almost every night.”
“We do that too. I guess our ways just never crossed before,” Brian sheepishly said.
All together, we soaked our feet at the lake’s border. Not even a clumsy word floated in the air. I was really curious, never saw them before, not even a shadow or a blurred photo.
“Why do you come here so often?,” Greg decided to ask. I was sure that, sooner or later, we would say something.
“Because it’s the only place where I feel happy. The only place where I can think anything I want, do anything I want. I know it sounds like a cliché that you probably heard a bunch of times before, but in fact, I’m not a cheerful person. To be alive, I need to come here and feel the cold wind blowing on my face, the transparent water, the noises of nature. I need to see the white shiny moon, the nightsky –I took a deep breat- In the end, to me, this place is just perfect. And I don’t expect you to understand this.”
“Wow –Greg laughed- That was f.ucking swell.”
“Thanks,” this big smile lit up my pale face. This boy, this brave boy who looked like the perfect leader, thought I had brilliant things to say or talk about.
“I’m glad we’ve met, Sadie,” Thalia gave me her signature gesture…a white smile that contrasted with her hazel eyes and light-browned skin.
Maybe there actually are people who think the same way I do. People who congratulates me for the stuff that’s on my mind, even if I’m just rambling on. Ah, the good feeling of remembering, it’s good even if my tears come around.
If you read everything, type "good feeling". Hope you enjoy, and stay tuned for the next chapters!
Peace, luvs! ♥