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Title: Emerald Eyes. Chapter one.
Characters/Pairings: Alice and Jasper
Category: AU/AH
Summary:
'It was strange that the tiniest detail, the most little things you did in life would change it forever.
For instance,
If I hadn’t overslept
I wouldn’t have rushed to the subway
I wouldn’t have tripped
I wouldn’t have dropped my phone in that puddle of ice cold water
And I wouldn’t have met him.'
Alice is late for work. Again. She rushes to the subway when she falls and drops her phone in a puddle of water. A guy with familiar emerald eyes saves her phone from drowning. Little does she know this man is going to change her life.
I know. I suck at summary's. I always want it to sound mysterieus but it sounds cheesay. Just check it out please and tell me if you like it. This is my fist fic. Be nice please.
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This fanfic is dedicated to Stephanie (a k a Daddy’s Little Cannibal).
This story is loosely based on Girl Meets Boy.
May you rest in peace Stephanie.
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It was strange.
It was strange that the tiniest detail, the most little things you did in life would change it forever.
For instance,
If I hadn’t overslept
I wouldn’t have rushed to the subway
I wouldn’t have tripped
I wouldn’t have dropped my phone in that puddle of ice cold water
And I wouldn’t have met him.
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I usually never overslept. Still, my boss had warned me, if I even came late again I would have to pay the price… he would fire me.
The reason I was late all the time was because the subway was never on time.
But I had a hard time explaining that to my boss.
So I set my alarm that fateful morning at 6:30. And another alarm at 6.35 am. That way, even if I overslept, I thought, I would still be in time. Boy I was wrong.
My mother would never wake me up if I overslept. I knew that.For some reason she despised me. She adored my little sister Cynthia. Her golden curls, her light blue piercing eyes and adorable face and bubbly personality made her my mother’s favourite.
There was nothing I could do about it.
And then the schizophrenia was discovered by the doctors, and I knew from the bottom of my heart that I would never ever be anything but a failure to my mothers dark blue eyes… the only thing I inherited from her pretty face.
And I gave up.
My father wasn’t there to comfort me, he left my mother when I was seven. The night he left, I was devastated. Not just because I knew he had left not only my mother, but also my sister and I, it was because I knew the reason behind it.
'Oh yes, blame it all on me!' my mother had hissed to him while I hid behind the dark brown staircase.
It was the night after my first symptom schizophrenia. In the supermarket I had had my first hallucination.
I was holding Cynthia's hand while we waited at the cash register next to out shopping cart. Mom had gone to get another kind of fish sticks.
I had to wait by the shopping cart until she came back. Good girl that I was, I did as I was told. Out of the corner of my left eye, I saw something move. I turned around and I saw a pink rabbit, but even more strange, a cartoon bunny, hopping behind the legs of the people in line at the other cash register.
I blinked of course, but the bunny peeked at me from behind a woman’s leg with big brown eyes. I rubbed my eyes and thought I was dreaming. ‘Pinch me!’ I hissed towards Cynthia without taking my eyes of the bunny. Cynthia did as she was told… and she pinched hard. The bunny was still there. So I let go of Cynthia’s hand and followed the bunny. The bunny ran away in the opposite direction and I ran harder… until I bumped into my mother. Her eyes were full of fury.
‘WHY aren’t you with your little sister?’ she hissed and she grabbed my arm… rather painfully. I flinched and I began to explain. ‘Mommy, there was a pink bunny I was following it,’ I said and tears began to fill my eyes.
‘Pink bunny’s don’t exist.’ she hissed to me. Cynthia was still waiting next to the shopping cart, innocence in her eyes.
‘But I know I saw it!’ I raised my voice a little. My mother glared at me.
I simply stared back. I never saw it coming. My mother raised her hand, and slapped me against my shoulder. Hard. I flinched away from her and began trembling. I rubbed my arm. ‘Now be quiet Alice!’ she hissed and she pulled Cynthia in her arms. Cynthia stared at me and my mother with wide open eyes of shock.
‘I do not have the time and patience for your crazy ideas. Pink. Bunny’s. Do. NOT. Exist. And now shut your mouth and help me with the groceries. How in gods name could you leave your three year old sister alone in a supermarket…’ she started hissing again and I blinked away the tears. I looked away, and a set of green eyes caught my gaze. It was a boy. He was about 10 years old and had wavy blonde curls that were combed back over his head.
His looked at me questionably and he seemed to measure my expression. He sighed, and then he smiled. His whole face lit up and I couldn’t help but smile back. He was standing next to a woman with the same blonde curls but she had big brown eyes that looked like she had seen too much in her life she never wished to see. She seemed… poor.
Her clothes were stained and worn out. I looked at the boy. His jeans were stained even more but he looked cleaner than his mother. His hand clutched on to a girl that was clearly a twin sister. She had the same gorgeous green eyes and even at her young age she looked absolutely beautiful. She wore a red shirt that brought out her green eyes and she had long legs for her age. When I smiled she didn‘t smile back. She stared at me with a bored expression.
I wanted to smile at the boy again, but my mother grabbed my arm and I flinched again. I never had the chance to look at the smiling boy with the green eyes again.
That night at precisely 11 o’clock at night my father left.
After my mother hissed towards him (she hissed a lot, I noticed that that night), he glared at her with a death glare that made me scared. Really really scared. I had never seem my father as a dangerous man. But he truly terrified me.
‘Like I wanted her,’ he yelled towards my mother. It froze me in place.
‘It was not my fault I got pregnant. You didn‘t want to wear a condom!.’
‘But you wanted to keep her.’
‘You wanted to get married!’
‘The most horrible mistake of my life.’ he said with a voice full of hatred.
I was still frozen. I knew they were talking about me. I was only seven. How could they talk about me like this behind my back?
Tears started to fill my eyes and I ran to my room when my mother hissed: ‘Fine. Leave and do us both a favour.’
I never saw my dad again.
Not that I really desired to.
But getting back to the day I met him.
I overslept… how I managed to do it I still have no clue. I had even set 2 alarms. I slept through both.
I hurried downstairs at 7:15 with my shirt pulled half over my head. I had no time to fix my hair. Spikes of inky black hair stood out straight at the sides of my face.
I hated it.
‘Why didn’t you wake me?’ I hissed in a loud voice to my mother who was watching the news. She glared at me.
‘You wanted to drop out of college. You wanted to get a job. You should get up in time.’ she snapped.
I stared at her for a second. Didn’t she realize I dropped out of college for her? That I took that job… for her? Because she had money problems? Why did I even expect her to? She never saw what I did for her. I shook my head and I grabbed my shoes from under the coffee table. I ran back upstairs and glanced at the clock.
Crap! I thought and I ran upstairs to get my bag. I grabbed my pink phone of my night stand and I ran downstairs again. My mother didn’t even glance up when I ran past her. I sighed again and I closed the door a little louder than I intended to. I immediately noticed that it was cold… not only cold, it was freezing. I breathed and a cloud so think no one could even look through it left my mouth. I shivered but I didn’t feel cold… my heart was thumping loudly and the adrenaline shot through my veins. Then I realized I had forgotten my jacket.
Damn! I cursed myself but I didn’t turn around. I shot around the corner and I raced towards the subway.
O Lord in heaven I will ask you for one great thing… please let me have one great thing in life… please let me make it on time to work… I pleaded when I glanced at my phone again. I’m so screwed.
It was 7:45. I had to be in the office by 8:15. The train trip alone took at least 35 minutes, let alone the 10 minutes I had to walk.
I groaned in frustration when it happened.
I skidded over some water that had frozen during the night. Everything seemed to happen in slow-motion. I began to fall, and my left arm shot out to soften my fall. But it knocked my phone out of my hand and it literally flew into the air and landed with a soft splush into a puddle of water that hadn’t frozen during the night.
My heart skipped a beat in horror.
I was nothing without my phone.
I stared at the spot where my phone had vanished from sight.
A pale hand, covered in small to big scars shot out in front of me and dove into the puddle. The pale hand appeared on the surface again and it held something soaking wet. My dearly beloved pink phone.
I stared at it. The hand opened the phone and the water came pouring out of it.
My heart skipped another beat.
‘Ma’am?’ a low voice said.
My head shot up and I was caught in a gaze of strangely familiar emerald eyes.
‘Are you okay?’
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Liked it? Yes? No? Maybe? Did those Lost fans amongst us notice the 8:15 reference? No? Thats okay. It wasn't on purpose.But I kinda like that its in there, hehe.Also, if you noticed some grammar mistakes, that's because English isn't my first language. I especially have problems with Then/Than.
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