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The Story
Other Side Of The Glass
By Madison
Prologue
Cora was never "normal" by anyone's standards. Never was, Never will be. She didn't mind too much though. She was quite content being different.
She was the kid who happily spent a saturday reading rather then going to a party or hanging out with friends. Not that she didn't love her friends. They were one of her most prized posessions. Wouldn't trade anything in the world for them. She didn't seem like it to a lot of kids in school, but she was really quite funny. It seemed only her friends and close family ever saw that side of her though.
She was still very outgoing. She could go to a place were strangers surrounded her and by the end of the night you would of thought she and the person she had been engaged in conversation with knew each other for years. By that you may conclude she was very friendly. She didn't discriminate and she had the guts to hang out with the people the other kids called losers. No matter what that would do to her "reputation".
She couldn't of cared less about popularity though. Waste of time were her views on the matter. Were such things honestly going to matter when she was say, 30? No they weren't. And How did these people get to the top of their social latter? Cruelty. Cora knew full well what they were really like. She had known people like that, how they thought, their motivations for their actions, everythig that made them that way.
It was part of her gift. She had this rare gift to be able to just tell what someone was really like. She wasn't 100% accurate many times, but she still could see past walls of lies people built. Her gift didn't allow her to see just that, but it also allowed her to feel the feelings of others. That's why she couldn't stand other kids' cruelty to people who had never done anything wrong. No, no, she just couldn't stand cruelty at all. Even the kids who hadn't always been the nicest she was able to have empathy for. The people who had talked bad about her and treated her badly she was able to stick up for. She often suprised herself when that happened.
It's not like she had ever thought of herself as one to help and empathize with her enemies. Yet, she did. Even though sometimes she didn't want to, she did. I mean, no one really wants to feel sorry for the enemy, but she did. She could feel their pain when she tried hardest to ignore it. But that never worked.
Many people may ask, so what was so different about her? She sounds like a saint, not some weird kid. But, oh, there is so much more to her than that.
A whole world in fact that couldn't be summed up in a nutshell, much less a book. I'll try my best though.
So just what was so different about this girl. She sounded nice enough, like the kind that couldn't hurt a fly. But, Oh! That is where you are wrong. She wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone if they had messed with any of her loved ones. Herself she didn't mind as much, but if someone dared to even whisper something bad about a friend or family member then that person would go homewith tears and a shiny new, uhm, bruise that day. She never got physical on girls of course, no no she had other ways, but guys she wouldn't even have a second thought.
So, she was courageous and loyal to friends. Yes, that was a big part of her, but not the biggest. The biggest part can be said in only four letters. A word so simple and often said so much that to some it has hardly any meaning anymore. That word? Her mind.
A diverse and confusing thing to which this story will be all about. So if you are one who cannot handle truth, the cold, hard truth, and nothing but the the truth. Then I suggest you stop reading now, or your pride may get hurt. Yet if you are one strong enough, then please feel free to read on, but if at any time you don't think you can handle a minute more then there are other books you can read, too. If you read to the very end, congrats to you! This book may just change your life.
By Madison
Cora was never "normal" by anyone's standards. Never was, Never will be. She didn't mind too much though. She was quite content being different.
She was the kid who happily spent a saturday reading rather then going to a party or hanging out with friends. Not that she didn't love her friends. They were one of her most prized posessions. Wouldn't trade anything in the world for them. She didn't seem like it to a lot of kids in school, but she was really quite funny. It seemed only her friends and close family ever saw that side of her though.
She was still very outgoing. She could go to a place were strangers surrounded her and by the end of the night you would of thought she and the person she had been engaged in conversation with knew each other for years. By that you may conclude she was very friendly. She didn't discriminate and she had the guts to hang out with the people the other kids called losers. No matter what that would do to her "reputation".
She couldn't of cared less about popularity though. Waste of time were her views on the matter. Were such things honestly going to matter when she was say, 30? No they weren't. And How did these people get to the top of their social latter? Cruelty. Cora knew full well what they were really like. She had known people like that, how they thought, their motivations for their actions, everythig that made them that way.
It was part of her gift. She had this rare gift to be able to just tell what someone was really like. She wasn't 100% accurate many times, but she still could see past walls of lies people built. Her gift didn't allow her to see just that, but it also allowed her to feel the feelings of others. That's why she couldn't stand other kids' cruelty to people who had never done anything wrong. No, no, she just couldn't stand cruelty at all. Even the kids who hadn't always been the nicest she was able to have empathy for. The people who had talked bad about her and treated her badly she was able to stick up for. She often suprised herself when that happened.
It's not like she had ever thought of herself as one to help and empathize with her enemies. Yet, she did. Even though sometimes she didn't want to, she did. I mean, no one really wants to feel sorry for the enemy, but she did. She could feel their pain when she tried hardest to ignore it. But that never worked.
Many people may ask, so what was so different about her? She sounds like a saint, not some weird kid. But, oh, there is so much more to her than that.
A whole world in fact that couldn't be summed up in a nutshell, much less a book. I'll try my best though.
So just what was so different about this girl. She sounded nice enough, like the kind that couldn't hurt a fly. But, Oh! That is where you are wrong. She wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone if they had messed with any of her loved ones. Herself she didn't mind as much, but if someone dared to even whisper something bad about a friend or family member then that person would go homewith tears and a shiny new, uhm, bruise that day. She never got physical on girls of course, no no she had other ways, but guys she wouldn't even have a second thought.
So, she was courageous and loyal to friends. Yes, that was a big part of her, but not the biggest. The biggest part can be said in only four letters. A word so simple and often said so much that to some it has hardly any meaning anymore. That word? Her mind.
A diverse and confusing thing to which this story will be all about. So if you are one who cannot handle truth, the cold, hard truth, and nothing but the the truth. Then I suggest you stop reading now, or your pride may get hurt. Yet if you are one strong enough, then please feel free to read on, but if at any time you don't think you can handle a minute more then there are other books you can read, too. If you read to the very end, congrats to you! This book may just change your life.
Oxygen
She was dying now and she knew it. Her body lowered it self slower and slower, but never stopped. The light at the surface was becoming dimmer and dimmer as it was becoming immersed in black water. Even though she knew she was dying, she refused to let out her last breath. The farther down she went, the colder it got. She never imagined it would be like this.
So this was the end. The end of her life. The final moments till she could no longer breath and the air couldn't get to her brain. There was an odd calmness about her though. Maybe it was just that she had come to terms that this was the end, there was nothing left. She had long given up hope of help arriving. No one knew she was down here, no one except for her captives. They had run off as soon as her arms were tied and the weight had been attached to her legs. They threw her over the edge of the water, and down she went. She never knew the lake was so deep. Down she went, spiraling slower and slower, but never stopping. She guessed this was a good place to die. It was her favorite spot on the lake and she had enjoyed so many afternoons watching the sunset in it. She remember where she had carved her name into the fallen tree. So atleast she loved the place, it's not like it was some unknown place where her surroundings were unfamiliar.
She started shaking involuntarily. Was the water really this cold? She shook faster and faster. Someone was screaming now. Help! It had arrived. How did they find out? Had they caught her captives? Had they admitted what they had done? Was she getting out of here? The voice was louder now. "Down here!" She wanted to scream, but she couldn't let out her breath, so she spiraled down more, but the voice was still there. Screaming her name. Cora wanted to yell out she was there so bad, but what was the use? They couldn't hear her underwater and besides, she had her last breath to hold on to. Hurry! Hurry!" She tried to will them with their mind. "There's not much time left, I'm loosing Oxygen! I need Oxy-" And that was it. She was dead. That was the end. There was nothing left now, no one could save her and bring her back to life, she was dead. The only thing left was to retrieve her body.
Somewhere a hand reaches out and grabs her dead body by the shoulder and her body is taken back to the surface where her final minutes began. Voices are around her now. Mouth to Mouth is performed, but nothing works. She's gone. There is no hope left.
Suddenly her eyes opened. She was confused, though. She wasn't outside, she was in her room. No water and she was definatly breathing. She wasn't dying. And then it hit her.
The nightmares had returned. She groaned and turned back over on her side, pulling the covers up, over her head.
"What's Wrong Honey," Her mother asked, "You have to get up for school."
"I know. I know," Cora said, turning over onto her other side to face her mother, "but they're back."
"Who- oh, oh no. Not again. I thought they were gone, for good. I thought Dr. Sanders had gotten rid of them." Her mother looked at her daughter worriedly.
"Obviously not," Cora said annoyed.
"Maybe if I just call him, we can set up more appointments." Her mother muttered.
"No mom, no. I don't want a shrink. They never can figure out why I have these dreams, they don't help me. I don't need one anyway. They're a waste of my time." Cora said aggitated.
"Oh, but honey. You never cooperate. You never tell them what goes on in your dreams, you never tell anyone. Just tell us, we can help you." Her mother looked very worried.
"It's fine, mom. Let me deal with it. If you keep taking me to these shrinks, how am I ever going to grow and learn to deal with stuff myself?" Cora was amazing with persuasion.
"You sure?" Her mother bit her lip.
"Positive," Cora reassured her. She tried her best smile to let her mother know she would be fine.
"Fine, but if you ever want to just tell someone, me, maybe? Just tell us what happens in your drea-"
"MOM!!" Cora cut her off, "You know how I feel about my dreams. This isn't story time and even if it were I'm not going to tell anyone. They're just dreams. Everyone has bad dreams. It's not like I'm suicidal or depressed." Cora looked at her mother warningly.
"Yes, but not as much as you," Her mother said under her breath, but not low enough because Cora heard what she said.
"MOM. OUT. NOW." Cora said, her blood boiling.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm going. Get ready for school. You have a clean stack of clothes in the laundry room." Her mother left the room.
Cora got ready for school and went downstairs to the kitchen where her father was watching the news.
"Morning Cora-bug." He said.
"Morning Dad," Cora said, taking a poptart out of the pantry for breakfast.
"Sleep well?" He asked.
Cora winced. "Mhmm," was all she could manage.
"Good, good. You better get going or you'll be late."
Cora slung her backpack over her shoulder and kissed her Dad goodbye. She opened the screen door and walked over to the shed. She pushed open the door which got stuck from time to time. She got out her bike and kicked up the kickstand. She rode down the driveway, occassionally taking a bite out of her poptart.
***
Back at the house, Cora had walked out just before the people on the news switched to one of their reporters so that she could announce the "breaking news".
"I'm Wendy Herbs reporting down at Lake Trinity where the body of Cathrynn Kynnells has been found. Early this morning two hunters saw a vital clue in the finding of her." The camera switched over to two men in camoflauge.
"We were walking along and Geoff here saw a wallet." One man said.
"I picked it up and opened it. I was shocked when I saw her liscence in it." The guy apparently named Geoff said.
"We called the cops and it wasn't long till a water rescue crew was here." The other man said. The camera switches back to the reporter.
"Cathrynn had been missing for two days now, after she had been kidnapped from her home last saturday. She was found this morning with her hands tied behind her back and a weight tied to her legs. She was drowned and the family is asking for prayers to help get them through this."
Cora's mother, Theodora, and her father, Angus, sat and watched in shock as the news of the poor girl's death unfolded.
"Gosh, I hope Cora never has to go through something like that." Theodora said. Angus just sat and rubbed her back in comfort.
Afraid
Cora put the kickstand down and chained her bike to the bike rack. She tossed her pop tart wrapper in the nearby trashcan and walked toward the school building. Many kids were already hanging out in the front lawn of the school.
Ohmygosh! Derrick is walking over here. What if he talks to me? How does my breath smell? So tired, I wanna sleep. I’m so fat! Why Can’t I look like her? Why is Abby starring at me like that? Is there something on my face? What fakes, why can’t they just be themselves? I’m 100% sure they hate me now. Why Do I have to be so weird? I’ll never fit in.
Cora starting humming trying to tune out the thoughts of her classmates around her. As if her day hadn’t started out bad enough, what with the dream and all. Now she had to listen to the petty complaints of her classmates. The bell rang and Cora sighed not really excited for her Geography test first period.
The morning passed and Cora felt the stress from her teacher about her marriage problems. Latin wasn’t much better, Mrs. Gates was worried about her sick mother, but she put up a strong front for her students who had no clue. It was no use with Cora, though, not that she admitted to knowing what people were going through. She tried to stay out of their personal business when she could help it. Algebra was okay except someone was struggling with parental problems, something about them expecting her to be perfect. Cora was relieved when the lunch bell rang and she didn’t have to be constantly bombarded with the feelings of the people in the room.
Cora got her lunch box out of her locker and walked to lunch. “Corey! Over here!” Cora’s friend Francesca called from over their table. Cora walked over and placed her lunchbox on the table.
“Where is Kayla and Bobbi?” Cora asked.
“Today’s Monday, they’ve got next period lunch, remember?” Francesca looked at Cora with her stunning and oh-so-rare violet eyes.
“Right, right. I forgot.” Cora said, sensing Francesca felt something might be bothering her, but she didn’t bother to ask. Cora was relieved she didn’t ask, this was what she liked about Francesca, she knew when to and when not to bother people about what was up.
Halfway through Lunch, Francesca reached over Cora’s plate for a napkin and pulling her elbow back she knocked over Cora’s root beer. The soda splashed all over Cora’s lap. “Ohmyword! Corey, I’m sorry. Here let me help you.” Francesca apologized.
“No problem, it’s just my pants, no biggie. I’m fine, lemmie go clean up in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Cora smiled, knowing it put Francesca at ease. Cora got up and walked to the bathroom. Cora walked into the bathroom and could hear the faint sobs of the only other person in the bathroom. Ignoring the feelings that were trying to get into her she started wiping her pants clean with paper towels. The feelings became more and more intense by the minute and Cora sighed knowing she could no longer ignore them. Throwing away the paper towel, she opened the locked door in her mind and let the feelings flood in.
He’s going to kill me, if only she were still around, this might be better. His face, I’ll never forget it. My God! My God! Why me? Why did this happen to me?
Cora sighed knowing this wasn’t going to be one of the small petty problems. She walked over to the bathroom door and locked it so no one else could get in. Cora walked over to the stall where the sobs were coming from. She pushed open the door to see a girl curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor. The girl looked up to see who had just come into her stall. Although her eyes were red and puffy and she had snot coming out of her nose, Cora could recognize her as Kristi Lanes, the quiet girl with no friends Cora was aware of in her Latin class. Cora sat down across from Kristi and crossed her legs. She leaned back against the stall door and observed Kristi for a moment as Kristi stared back at her with a confused expression.
“So…pregnant, huh?” Cora said.
“How did you know?” Kristi stared at Cora looking shocked.
Cora nodded her head at the pregnancy test that was on the ground next to Kristi, a plus sign stared back at her ominously. Although Cora had known without the help of the pregnancy test what the problem was. “Oh,” Kristi sobbed.
Cora knew Kristi had no boyfriend and she knew why Kristi was pregnant, but so Kristi wouldn’t get suspicious Cora went ahead and asked the question she already knew the answer to. “You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” Kristi shook her head. “So this was a rape baby?” Kristi paused a moment, then nodded and her sobs became heavier.
“Why do you care?” Kristi glared at her. Most people would perceive this as being mean, but Cora knew it was just a result of Kristi being scared. Cora placed her hand on Kristi’s shoulder in a sympathetic way.
“Because you shouldn’t have to go through this alone, without someone to care for you.” Cora gently squeezed Kristi’s shoulder and removed her hand. Kristi stared up at her.
“How do you know my family can’t help me?” Kristi responded, once again out of fear.
“Because your mother is dead.” Cora said.
“How did you know that?” Kristi asked.
“I remember my Mom went to her funeral.” Cora shrugged.
“Still, why couldn’t my Dad help me?” Kristi glared at Cora.
“You tell me why your Dad can’t help you.” Cora said, knowing the answer all ready.
Kristi opened her mouth to talk, but nothing came out. After a few moments her lip quivered and she said, “Because he’s abusive.” Kristi began sobbing again. Cora stroked her hair.
“So what are you going to do about Junior here?” Cora asked.
“I…I…I don’t know yet. I was thinking about getting an abortion.” Kristi looked truly frightened now.
“No! No you can’t. I mean, I don’t want to control you, or make your choices for you, but explain to me why you want an abortion. I know you’re scared. Scared of what people will think, or do, or say. Scared of what your father will do, but why does this baby deserve the death penalty for its father’s crime?” Cora blurted out.
“I-I- I…Oh you’re so right! But I am scared, Cora! I am. What if he kills me? He’s abusive, no one else knows that so keep your mouth shut,” Cora nodded and Kristi continued, “He wasn’t when Mom was around, but after she died he became an alcoholic and things just got so bad. He hits me for no reason, but if I’m pregnant, Lord knows what we’ll do! I don’t wanna kill this baby, but I don’t know what else to do!” She started sobbing more.
Cora began to rub her back. “It’ll be okay. We will figure something out. Don’t worry, but you’re going to have to tell him.” Cora said.
Kristi looked up with blood shot eyes. “Okay…okay. But come with me, maybe he won’t be as mean.” Kristi sounded like a small child lost in a grocery store, it was the sound of fear and loneliness.
“Okay, after school. I’ll come with you.” Cora stopped rubbing her back. “For now let’s get you cleaned up.” Cora said taking some toilet paper and wiping Kristi’s brown, puffy eyes.
Then Cora got some not so bad feelings, trust and gratefulness. Cora smiled as she helped Kristi off the ground.
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you definitely have a lot of potential.
cora's character is pretty well-developed, & the eccentric aspect of the dreams & her mind make her more fascinating.
the storyline is intriguing, & i'm looking forward to reading the rest of it. great job so far!<3
cora's character is pretty well-developed, & the eccentric aspect of the dreams & her mind make her more fascinating.
the storyline is intriguing, & i'm looking forward to reading the rest of it. great job so far!<3
Posted 02/17/08 - 12:20 pm
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