2004-01-12||8:42 p.m.

::\Silent World/::

Music plays... "I Can Still Feel You" by Colin Raye comes on the radio.
Feraina stares out the frosty window at the blanket of white outside. She reaches out and places a finger on the chilly pane, feeling the cold travel from the glass to her insides. With her other hand, she twirls her a blond lock. She snuggles closer to the wall, knowing the heater was far off. Her eyes are fixed, mesmerized by the sprinkling snowflakes. She then hunches forward and huddles her knees for warmth. The cosy orangy light bathes the room in a warm glow, casting shadows across the floor. Feraina finally ends her gaze, then shifts her attention towards the ballerina music box on her dressing table.
The beautiful, slim ballerina stood, tiptoeing with her hands held high above her crown. She seemed poised and arrogant, her eyes open wide and shining with pride. It was as if she had just won herself a trophy, maybe first prize for a ballet competition or completed her first show. Feraina lets her line of vision wander from the tips of the ballerina's fingers to the very ends of her pinkish-beige ballet shoes. Feraina closes her eyes, then remembers the day when her mother had given her the music box...

Feraina was but only twelve. It was her big day! Finally! She had been waiting for ages for this day to come. Oh, how long had she anticipated for it! Feraina bounded down the stairs, trying to keep her steps as light as possible, but always not succeeding. She finally made the final landing, then giggled her way into the kitchen. Her bright eyes searched the room for her parents. Her mother looked over at her and gave her one of the biggest smiles she had ever received. Feraina giggled louder, then threw her arms around her mother.
"Mummy! It's finally here! My big day!" Feraina exclaimed, not bothering to contain the excitement in her squeals.
"Yes, honey! I know, I know! And that's why I've prepared this sumptious breakfast for you! Two huge pancakes for my big girl!" her mother replied, giving her a quick hug before returning to her pancakes.
After the filling breakfast, everyone packed into the car and set off for the theatre. Feraina had to be there early for a last rehearsal. Who knows how long that was to be? On the way over to the theatre, her mother leaned over to the backseat and presented Feraina a wooden box. Feraina, puzzled, immediately opened it. Surprised at the soft music flowing through her ears and the graceful movements of the tall ballerina, Feraina remained silent. Her eyes followed the finely-drawn features of the ballerina, her ears feasting on the soothing music. Never in her life had she seen such a beautiful thing!
"Do you like it, Feraina? I thought I would give it to you today, honey, since it is afterall your big day and all! It's a heirloom, Ferrie, so you must promise to take very good care of it! All right, Ferrie?" her mother asked softly, placing a smooth palm on Feraina's small hands.
Feraina looked up, then nodded feverishly. Even at such a young age, she felt grateful beyond words. A beaming smile appeared on her face and her mother retreated back to her seat, smiling as well.
The ballet recital went terribly well. Everyone was cheering wildly from their seats after the recital was over with. Applauses did not stop till the ballerinas had taken a third and last bow. After meeting up with her parents again, Feraina was all smiles. She was very satisfied with what had happened that night, very satisfied. Her parents were all laughing and fussing over her as well, practically everyone was. Finally, as they settled into their car, Feraina let out a long breath of relief.
"Well, I did my best, mummy! Wasn't I good? I was, wasn't I?" Feraina squealed, still thinking about the recital's success.
"You were fabulous, honey! No one could've been better! You worked hard for this, and you got what you wanted, Ferrie. I know the joy you feel in your heart now, because I felt it once too. Don't let it get to your head though, honey!" her mother laughed, all vibrant.
Suddenly, there was a screech of brakes and the next thing Feraina heard was an abrupt crash and screams. Next, she was knocked unconscious...

Feraina stares at the silent music box. It has been silent for years now, and so has the world. It is empty, devoid of all that she wants. Feraina pushes herself away from her seat, then settles herself beside her dresser. She fingers the soft fabric of the music box, yearning with all her heart to hear its music again, to feel its warm comforting sound flow through her ears and into her soul. How much she wanted it to feel the emptiness her mother left behind, how much she wanted it to feel the emptiness her father gave her. Slowly, she shuts the lid, banning the ballerina from seeing the warm light once again. Finally, she turns the lock and enfolds her hands around the small box. Walking with slow steps, she makes her way down the stairs and out into the cold night. Her footsteps lead the way to the garbage bin. Taking a deep breath, she lifts the lid of the bin and drops the box into the neverending darkness, forever gone. With that, she trudges back home.

O.O O...kay... so that was a pretty long story. o.O *Shrugs* Oh wellz... there ain't nothing to do now. Ok, there is. I can be doing my Chinese composition now, but I feel terribly tired. Weakened. *Sighs* Good night!
::\Fayes/::

tide in || tide out

::\The End/:: - 2004-04-04
::\Thank You & Goodbye/:: - 2004-04-04
::\Guaranteed Promises/:: - 2004-04-03
::\Forgive Me/:: - 2004-04-02
::\A Prayer to the Angel of Tears/:: - 2004-04-01