Young Writers Society

Part 3

“Oh my god, my necklace” I whispered and looked in every pocket I had.

I always wore my necklace and there had never been a day that I kept it in one anywhere, even in my pockets but I had to test my luck, because if it weren't in my neck there was a high possibility it fell in the sea.

It would mean I lost it forever. I felt a heavy weight on my heart as I thought of it been lost.

How could be I so careless? First I lose my so dear brother and now… the only thing that he had given me…

The thing I loved more than my life.

I didn’t even realize when the first tear escaped my eye. I wasn’t someone who was strong. When it came to my feelings, I could never hold them in. I tried doing it after the incident but it ended up very badly.

I held my emotions for weeks but when, after some time, I finally gave in and lost control for days I couldn’t come out of my room. I cried every day and didn’t sleep well at night. A whole month I had spent in misery and that’s why, now, I just let it go.

No trying to be strong, no holding it in. It wasn’t easy at first, but the sessions with my psychiatrist helped big time.

Another tear rolled down as I looked at the water. I put my hands under water, thinking that maybe, just maybe I will be able to find it. I know that anyone who would have seen me must have thought I was insane but this necklace wasn’t just something ordinary. It is apparently my life and as dramatic as it sounds, it is true.

Because when something matters to you and your stupidity is the reason you lose it, you do everything to get it back.

I kept on searching in the water, I felt stones that cut my hand because they were so sharp but the pain, when they cut in my skin, didn’t affect me then.

I sat down, drenching my whole body in water as I looked harder. I could see nothing because of the darkness so I tried the last possible thing. I ducked my head in the water and tried to look for it. I couldn’t look well because as soon as I ducked my head in, I felt a hand grab mine and pull me out.

“What the hell are you thinking?” the voice shouted at me with so much fury that a shiver ran through my spine. I cried even more. I lost the only thing I had of my brother. He might never be back. I lost everything I had of him. I lost h..

“Suzan” A voice whispered.

“I lost everything I had of him. I can’t believe this. I… I…”

“Suzan”

“I lost him… I lost him for real this time. No I got to do something. I have to look for it…”

“Suzan!” the voice shouted. This time so loudly that I found myself scared as hell as I looked up. Frank was standing in front of me, Worry was written all over his face. “Calm down” he whispered. His tone so calming and soft that my heart beat, which up till now was going so crazy, calmed down a bit.

It didn’t make sense. I guy who I had been so rude to was here, trying to help me. I didn’t think of it much though; my mind was too distracted to think of anything except the necklace. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the water.

When my foot was on the sand, I realized how cold it was and how I was shivering the whole time.

Despite the chills I got in my body I managed to speak “I need to find that necklace Frank. It means everything to me. Please” It wasn’t like speaking though, It was like choking words out.

“Suzan is this the necklace you are looking for?” He asked in a very low but sweet and audible voice pointing at his hand.

I looked up at his hand and everything seemed to become better. I quickly grabbed the necklace and kissed it. I had never been so grateful before in my life.

I muttered a low thank You and carefully kept the necklace in one of my zip pockets. Once is bad enough, I don’t want to lose it again.

“It was on the bench near your coat” He said and I just nodded, not looking him in the eyes.

I didn’t feel like speaking. I just kept staring at the ground hoping that somehow this time just… disappears? Whatever sounds right in this situation.

It wasn’t long before I felt my hands been lifted. I looked up to see Frank examining my hands carefully. “No deep cuts as far as I can see” He whispered “I need your scarf Suzan”

I gave my scarf to him and saw him, so easily, tear it into two. He then washed wrapped it around my hands.

“For now bear with this, I will help you bandage it when we get home, okay?” He said. His eyes looked a little less tensed but his face indifferent.

“It’s okay”

He grabbed my coat from the bench and put on me “Let’s go then” he said after doing so and then turned and started walking off.

Honestly, my hands ached horribly but I decided I would still take my bicycle back, I wouldn’t ride it of course, just take it with me. I moved forward towards the bicycle and as soon as I touched it, it slid past my hands.

“Your hands Suzan” He said “I will take it back so just walk along without hurting yourself more”

I didn’t reply to this because I didn’t have a reply. I would be lying if I said that whatever he did didn’t affect me, because it did and Oh! So much!. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest.

I tried to calm myself by trying not to think anything but it was hard since my mind was playing by its own rules, repeating the past few incidents again and again.

As we reached home, I was relieved to see no one around. I guess everyone had slept. I took big steps towards my room but before I could (run) walk to it I was pulled back by the same strong hands that had ducked me out of water.

“I still need to bandage your hands” he said. I had totally forgotten about that. Well it was pretty much normal to forget this when there were so many other things clouding my mind. I nodded slightly, not trusting my voice or brain at the moment. Let’s just get this over with, I thought, and then never speak to him again.

When he finished the bandaging I felt very grateful to him. As he was about to leave with the first aid box I grabbed his hand, stood up and said “Thank you” then kissed him slightly on his cheek.

I don’t know what got over me but I thought that was the right thing to do. It was just today anyways; tomorrow we can pretend this never happened, whatever this is.

To say he wasn’t astonished would be the understatement of the decade. He looked like he had seen something horrific and I kind of felt a little insecure as I made out his expression. His eyes were wide in shock, clearly showing that he wasn’t expecting it. The silence between us was so uncomfortable that I shifted from one leg to another.

“It was… no big” He turned saying that and finally exiting my room.

And I just sat their staring at the door. Wondering why I was staring… No really…