rising low. chapter #1 - part 2.
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'Told ya I'd post the second part today and here it is. It's not long. Is really short in fact, but the next part will be longer, I promise.
Ruby sat at the kitchen table reading the front of the letter addressed to her she had found in the mailbox. It was addressed to “Rubine Diana Bowie”, which meant that the letter couldn’t be from one of her friends, because no one her age called her Rubine. Only her Grandparents and sometimes her mother, when she was annoyed, called her Rubine. Everyone knew how much Ruby hated her real name. It was so old and so unusual and it sounded terrible. At least that was what Ruby thought. She was glad her name wasn’t something like Julia or Sarah. Every 2nd girl in the States was named that. But Rubine was just too special.
Anyway. She shouldn’t start philosophizing about her first name now. She should just open that letter and see what it contained and who had written it, since there was no sender address.
Ruby ripped open the envelope and took out two neat sheets of handwritten paper. Respiring she recognized her grandma’s handwriting. She had probably only forgotten to write her address on the back. Ruby started reading the letter. She really liked her grandparents. They were good-hearted and she always felt safe, when she was near them. The first lines of the letter weren’t special at all. The typical phrases you use at the beginning of a letter. Ruby continued reading. At the middle of the page she looked up. ‘What the?!’, she thought. She just couldn’t believe it and she was awfully afraid of reading the letter any further. It took her all her guts to take up reading again. It seemed like ages. Ages, until she finally reached the final sentence. “I’m so sorry, Honey. Don’t let it depress too much. He wouldn’t have wanted that”
Ruby left the letter on the table and stood up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Salty and bitter tears. Ruby walked to her room where she threw herself unto her bed. And then she cried. She cried for what seemed like hours. Just herself and the tears. Ruby had always loved her grandfather. He had been one of her childhood heroes. He had been the one that had told her all the incredibly exiting tales. He had been the one to tuck her into her sheets in the middle of the night when she couldn’t find sleep. She had loved him. She had adored his smell, the roughness of his old hands, the smile that told so many stories. But now he was gone. Forever. Died out of a heart failure. Ruby would never see him again. She would never here the soft sound of his voice. She would never share these magical moments with him again. Ruby had lost her feeling for time, so she didn’t have a clue what time it was and how long she had been crying, when her mother entered the room. She didn’t say anything. She just gave Ruby a great hug and wiped the tears way from her face.
“Honey…I’m so sorry. I couldn’t tell you. Grandma wanted to write this letter to you. She didn’t want you to hear it from me or somebody else. His funeral is on Saturday. I know how much you loved him…I did too.”
Ruby didn’t know what to say. She understood her mother. She understood her grandma too. But still she felt terrible. Her mom probably had known for the past 3 days. He had died last Saturday. Ruby felt so empty. There was nothing that seemed good to say so she remained quiet. The door bell rang and her mom gave Ruby another hug before she left her alone again. Ruby heard the exited voices of her younger twin brother and sister at the door. Did they know? Probably not. They wouldn’t be so exited then. Or would they? The two of them hadn’t spent nearly as much time with granddad as Ruby had. They were just 9 years old. Ruby felt her tears were about to burst out of her again. But she didn’t want to cry anymore. He wouldn’t have wanted that.
Ruby sighed. A deep, sad and desperate sigh. She hadn’t felt this empty for a very long time. Not even when mom and dad had divorced she had felt so down. Maybe because she still saw dad every two weeks. But she would never see grandpa again. Ruby walked over to her desk. There was her diary. She never really wrote anything interesting in there. But next to her diary there was her scrapbook. It wasn’t exactly what most people would call a scrapbook, but Ruby thought that it was. She always wrote poems and lyrics and phrases into the little journal when they came to her mind. She didn’t want to forget some of them. There were a couple of poems and lyrics which she found really creative in someway. Now she was feeling so depressed that millions of ideas for songs and poems burst into her head. She needed to write them down. It would be the perfect distraction from tears.
The words seemed to form all by themselves. It seemed to Ruby that she was just holding the pen. The rest was destiny.
It’s all slowing down
There’s nowhere I could stay
Restless I walk around
Everything is slowing down
I still don’t know what to say
You left in such hurry
You left without a goodbye
Now I can’t find any peace
You were gone all in a sudden
I will never know why
'Told ya I'd post the second part today and here it is. It's not long. Is really short in fact, but the next part will be longer, I promise.
Ruby sat at the kitchen table reading the front of the letter addressed to her she had found in the mailbox. It was addressed to “Rubine Diana Bowie”, which meant that the letter couldn’t be from one of her friends, because no one her age called her Rubine. Only her Grandparents and sometimes her mother, when she was annoyed, called her Rubine. Everyone knew how much Ruby hated her real name. It was so old and so unusual and it sounded terrible. At least that was what Ruby thought. She was glad her name wasn’t something like Julia or Sarah. Every 2nd girl in the States was named that. But Rubine was just too special.
Anyway. She shouldn’t start philosophizing about her first name now. She should just open that letter and see what it contained and who had written it, since there was no sender address.
Ruby ripped open the envelope and took out two neat sheets of handwritten paper. Respiring she recognized her grandma’s handwriting. She had probably only forgotten to write her address on the back. Ruby started reading the letter. She really liked her grandparents. They were good-hearted and she always felt safe, when she was near them. The first lines of the letter weren’t special at all. The typical phrases you use at the beginning of a letter. Ruby continued reading. At the middle of the page she looked up. ‘What the?!’, she thought. She just couldn’t believe it and she was awfully afraid of reading the letter any further. It took her all her guts to take up reading again. It seemed like ages. Ages, until she finally reached the final sentence. “I’m so sorry, Honey. Don’t let it depress too much. He wouldn’t have wanted that”
Ruby left the letter on the table and stood up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Salty and bitter tears. Ruby walked to her room where she threw herself unto her bed. And then she cried. She cried for what seemed like hours. Just herself and the tears. Ruby had always loved her grandfather. He had been one of her childhood heroes. He had been the one that had told her all the incredibly exiting tales. He had been the one to tuck her into her sheets in the middle of the night when she couldn’t find sleep. She had loved him. She had adored his smell, the roughness of his old hands, the smile that told so many stories. But now he was gone. Forever. Died out of a heart failure. Ruby would never see him again. She would never here the soft sound of his voice. She would never share these magical moments with him again. Ruby had lost her feeling for time, so she didn’t have a clue what time it was and how long she had been crying, when her mother entered the room. She didn’t say anything. She just gave Ruby a great hug and wiped the tears way from her face.
“Honey…I’m so sorry. I couldn’t tell you. Grandma wanted to write this letter to you. She didn’t want you to hear it from me or somebody else. His funeral is on Saturday. I know how much you loved him…I did too.”
Ruby didn’t know what to say. She understood her mother. She understood her grandma too. But still she felt terrible. Her mom probably had known for the past 3 days. He had died last Saturday. Ruby felt so empty. There was nothing that seemed good to say so she remained quiet. The door bell rang and her mom gave Ruby another hug before she left her alone again. Ruby heard the exited voices of her younger twin brother and sister at the door. Did they know? Probably not. They wouldn’t be so exited then. Or would they? The two of them hadn’t spent nearly as much time with granddad as Ruby had. They were just 9 years old. Ruby felt her tears were about to burst out of her again. But she didn’t want to cry anymore. He wouldn’t have wanted that.
Ruby sighed. A deep, sad and desperate sigh. She hadn’t felt this empty for a very long time. Not even when mom and dad had divorced she had felt so down. Maybe because she still saw dad every two weeks. But she would never see grandpa again. Ruby walked over to her desk. There was her diary. She never really wrote anything interesting in there. But next to her diary there was her scrapbook. It wasn’t exactly what most people would call a scrapbook, but Ruby thought that it was. She always wrote poems and lyrics and phrases into the little journal when they came to her mind. She didn’t want to forget some of them. There were a couple of poems and lyrics which she found really creative in someway. Now she was feeling so depressed that millions of ideas for songs and poems burst into her head. She needed to write them down. It would be the perfect distraction from tears.
The words seemed to form all by themselves. It seemed to Ruby that she was just holding the pen. The rest was destiny.
It’s all slowing down
There’s nowhere I could stay
Restless I walk around
Everything is slowing down
I still don’t know what to say
You left in such hurry
You left without a goodbye
Now I can’t find any peace
You were gone all in a sudden
I will never know why