Rescued By Your Love

// This is a part of my life that I will never be able to forget. Even now, as I close my eyes and inhale the deep scent of chocolate orange cocoa, the snowflakes compressing on the window ledge, a thick woolly blanket wrapped around my shoulders and the radiator reflecting the heat of my heart, even the vestige of a kiss on my lips. Lips that I could never imagine would kiss mine. His lips. This is how he rescued me. Rescued me from my flaws and hurt ~ from an eating disorder. // ~ Marie McBeanie


3. Last Goodbyes

The bedroom that I had lived a large portion of my childhood years and all my teenage years, until now, was completely striped of all its personality; now all my character was leaving with me and nothing would be left. The train that would escort me to the new part of my life was scheduled to arrive in another two hours, so we had time to spare. I had already showered, dressed and all that was left to do was to await on the rest of my family that were throwing a sort of 'leaving party' for me at the local park. I would say that I was excited but right now but seeing as not many people I know live around my area then I doubted it would be as truly amazing as they were making it out to be.

What first? I straighten my hair, in the mirror, the dark, nearly black of my hair matches my equally chocolatey dark orbs. I chose the Indie look, wearing a small head piece, gold with a small feather that lays effortlessly on the top of my forehead. I winged my thin, dark brown eye liner to give a natural tone that would match an teenage forest Indian, adding two dots at the end of each wing. My lips, I chose to colour in a soft red as I knew that my father hated me wearing any kind of make up... Why? I'm not quite sure, I'm pretty sure that I needed just a little bit, at least. After powdering my face lightly and applying anime mascara, my face was complete with a touch of dark blusher that I faded and blended out.

Following the Indie look, I wore skin coloured tights, quite dark to match my galaxy complection and high waisted sky blue denim shorts with a chiffon, long sleeved white top over a pearly white ban do. Joining the others, I dragged on my turquoise kimono jacket and light brown wedges. Out in the back was a penny farthing bike, I had admired them for so long and on my sixteenth birthday my dad bought one that he had seen in a fair or festival that we had gone to that Sunday morning. I was careful in my wedges to take a long ride in what could possibly be my last ride in it. The wind was cool and the sky clear. As I rode through my suburban - like town, the atmosphere was still as the leaves seemed to giggle and shift in my presence. 

Riding down hill with my bike, I started to increase the speed that I rode, letting the air glide through my hair and through my body, sending shivers of anticipation through me. As I rode past the house of the guys and girls that I had such a long lasting relationship with, a pang on hurt rushed through me. The revelation came to me: this was goodbye. The last hill came and I could see the park below. 

To my surprise, I could see that there were a lot of people there. Friends of friends? Balloons and banners were displayed over trees and climbing frames, as I approached the park, I could even see that rose petals had been dropped in the gushing stream that ran through the park. 

Crossing the road, I could see a small figure running towards my bike, faces smiling with appreciation at me, I, unknowingly, was smiling with joy back at all of them. Leaving my bike on the black rails that encircled the park, I ran towards the person that was coming towards me, instantly holding them in a tight embrace as I took them again.



Skylar was my closet friend, long dark brown hair, ombred a rich blonde and, today, was in a half bow style. She was slightly smaller than I was, her face cheerful and radiant, pleased to see me after the long holiday break. Taking my hand, she lead me to where a few of my bus friends were waiting around the table for me. 

Soon enough, music was blaring through stereos that were set up all across the park. Neighbours, friends and strangers greeted me with gifts and others that were also leaving. There, in the centre of the park was a small maze, as you moved through it, into the middle, you could clearly see that there were two thrown's. One, situated in the middle, had my name inscribed into it, another with the name James. James? As he came forward, I recognised him instantly, his tall muscular physic was impressive and he beamed at me as he came to sit with his queen.

It looked like he was leaving to university this year. Taking my hand in his, we danced around the park, wondering through the willow trees and taking photographs and selfies with our friends and families. 

We partied hard and were quite exhausted when it was time to go. A large purple box had been provided by my childhood friend, Alice, who had obviously remembered my favourite colour, to keep all the smaller presents inside. I could see her slotting something in before she presenting it to me. Squeezing my arm, we hugged briefly as everyone started to dissipate and take the leftover slices of cake. 

I didn't have half the time that I needed to thank Skylar for all that she had done for me in these past years. For the tears, the sleepovers, the photography projects that she had modelled in for me, the songs ,the fun, the fall outs... The secrets. My secret. Tears began to stream from her bright blue pools as we embraced for the last time. Words weren't enough in this situation but I strangled out " I love you" before I waved goodbye from the seat of my parents car.

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