I'm At it Again!

Okay...So I'm at it again! Writing another story! So, of course, I'm going to post it for you all. This one is another lyric-infused story. This song is A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton! So, enjoy! Let me know what you think!

A Thousand Miles

Makin’ my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces pass
And I’m home bound

Lacey couldn’t see. Her vision was blurred with tears. Her nose ran uncontrollably. The icy December air bit at every inch of exposed skin. Her tears felt like ice frozen on her face. Her fingers were numb, her lips blue. She was probably quite a sight to the others she passed on her way through town but she could care less. They had their own problems and she had hers. She could only focus on her own at that moment. Hate and anger consumed her body into a rage. She flung herself against a building then fell into a heap on the ground. Her body convulsed with her steady sobs. Then as quickly as the anger filled her, it left her. Now she was left scared and upset. She picked herself up and continued on her way.

Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd

She reached the thick part of town. People were jammed onto every possible spot on the sidewalks. Lacey pushed her way through, not excusing her self in doing so. She forged through one way, and then shoved her way through the other. She received many glares and some choice words but she didn’t take notice to any of them. She kept her focus ahead. She was just determined to get home.

And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder…

She reached the outskirts of the city and slowed her pace. She thought back to just hours earlier. She sat through a funeral service, her family members surrounding her. Not a dry face could be found. People she didn’t even know had shown up to give her their condolences. She had slightly smiled to acknowledge their kindness then looked away. She was in no mood for small talk with strangers. As soon as it was over she grabbed her coat and scarf and left. She called to her family that she would meet them at the house. None of them argued with her to stay. Smart family.

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time,
Would pass us by?

She found a park bench and sat on it. How could this have happened? How could have her mother just died like that? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she had to lose her mother, her best friend, at just 15 years of age. Who would she go to when she needed to talk? Had a guy problem? Or just simply needed some one-on-one girl talk. Her dad? As much as she loved him, conversations about some things just wouldn’t be the same, and slightly awkward. Her best friends? Of course she had them but the bond between them just wasn’t the same as the bond between her and her mother. She loved all of her family and friends dearly but nothing was going to be the same ever again. She just wished she could simply sit there forever and forget the world. Forget time. Forget every pain and heartache she had ever gone through. Life just seemed so unfair.

I’d walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you
Tonight.

As strong as her desire to sit and forget the world was, just as strong was her desire to run. Run so hard it felt like her lungs would burst. Running like that would help take some of the pain away. Get her mind off things. But she had nowhere to run. She lived in a city. She almost decided on running in circles. Anything was better than nothing at that point. She would have run forever if it would bring her mother back. Or at least brought her close. Close enough to reach out and touch her, to hug her last one time, to actually say goodbye. It was the simplest thing that would do so much for her at that moment. The one thing she had been deprived of.

It’s always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever think of me

It had been six long months since her mother’s death. The pain was finally beginning to fade. All the same, it was still there. It was warm June afternoon and Lacey was walking around the park. The same one she had come to the night of her mother’s funeral. It had become her “spot”. It was her place of refuge, where she felt safe and protected. She would just sit and breathe. Something she needed desperately to do to stay sane. It made her feel refreshed and more alive then before she had come. She always left wondering though, if somehow, somewhere, her mother was still watching her.

‘Cause everything’s so wrong
And I don’t belong
Living in your precious memories

The moving on part during those six months was hard for Lacey. It was near impossible. Cooking Christmas dinner without her mother just didn’t feel right; the gingerbread men lost their taste, the ham was too dry. Christmas morning held no joy, no excitement. They had always been a Christian family but after their mother’s death, they had all forgotten the real reason for the season. Lacey woke up Christmas morning impassive and barely there. By mid March life had begun to return to normal. Then by June it was as if her mother never existed. That thought killed Lacey inside. She kept quiet though. She didn’t want to bring back that black cloud that had hung over them for so long.

It’s always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder if you ever think of me

Lacey had returned back to the park one late July evening. Happy, precious memories of her mother floated through her mind. She sat on her usual bench, although there was another woman on the opposite end. Lacey minded her own business, and the lady did the same. Lindsay sighed as a gentle, steady rain began to fall from the gray skies. The lady got up and headed for shelter. She offered Lacey her umbrella since she was returning inside. Lacey politely declined and the woman left. Lacey noticed a small folded piece of paper on the side of the bench that the lady had recently occupied. She reached over and grabbed it before it received more rain damage. She turned to call after the lady but she was already gone. Lacey carefully opened it up. A bible verse was scrawled across it. “That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” – 2 Corinthians 12:10
Lacey smiled. So she was being watched. Not by her mother but by God. He cared about her no matter what. He was there for her no matter what. He had been with her the entire time. Why hadn’t she realized that before? She pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t thought of it before, it mattered that she realized it now. She got up from the bench with an added spring her step. The rain had stopped and the clouds were parting. Lacey began her journey back home. The journey that once seemed like a thousand miles. Now, it was like nothing. She moved quickly as she had some very important things she needed to remind her family. This time instead of that black cloud though, she was bringing the sun.