?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Eleven ?
~Coronation day….or maybe not!~
?BALLERINA?
She danced, danced and danced. It was her only way of feeling less bothered or scared. It was her only way of being at ease and comfortable. It was her only way of connecting to her late parents. It was her only way of seeing herself in the future. It was the only way she could forget all of the things had said to her and stop doubting and questioning her aunt’s love for her. It was her only way….
She pirouette with her hands up above her head on the air, one of her leg was resting on the other as she kept swirling to the rhythm of the waves, she was smiling as tears kept streaming down her face, her hair were left loose, she loved dancing that way.
She lifted her legs off the ground, extending it out over the ground as she was going to land with her both feet, she lost her balance and fell down.
She wasn’t there with her dog, she was there with no one but herself. There was no one to console her now. She felt lonely, sad, broken, confused, scared. Her feelings were complicated and it scared the shit out of her.
“Mom, dad, what do i do?” She questioned, her eyes rested on the following waters, she could hear the waves, she could hear the free flow of the waters but she couldn’t see it. She couldn’t see anything. Tears streamed down her face and she started crying.
Why does her life always have to get so complicated? Why can’t she be happy like others? Why?
~FLASHBACK~
Beep! Beep! Beep!
She hated this sound so much. It does nothing but to remind her of her mom in her dying bed. She felt so weak and numb. Especially her legs. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Every Ballerina’s pride lies in their legs. She tried her possible best to move her legs but it wasn’t working. She slowly opened her eyes to see exactly why her legs felt stuck but all she saw was darkness. It was as if she was in a dark room with the lights put off. She looks around to see if she could find the switch but she couldn’t see anything.
She heard the door open and close. She was going to ask them to help put on when she heard her aunt’s voice. She was sobbing.
“Aunt?” Ballerina questioned in confusion. She couldn’t make out her aunt’s face. The room was damn dark. “Could you please put on the light? and why are you crying?”
“My darling niece…” Her aunt cried out, reaching out to Ballerina’s hand.
“Aunt, what’s going on? I can’t see anything, could you please put on the lights?”
“I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry.” She repeated in tears, still holding Ballerina’s hand. That did nothing but confused Ballerina even more. Why was her aunt apologizing? Or doesn’t she want to turn on the light? What’s wrong? “You…you…”
“What is it, aunt? And how are you coping in this darkness? I can’t see anything, aunt. It’s killing me. Please put on the lights.”
“The room isn’t in darkness, Ballerina. You just can’t see anymore.”
“What…wha…what did you just say?” Ballerina asked in disbelief.
“The gun shot damaged your eyes. You are blind, Ballerina.”
Hot tears slowly sli-pped off her eyes to her face, as she stared into darkness. Her darkness. Her dark world. She thought the room was the one with the problem but little did she know she was the only drowning in a dark world. Alone. Her legs might be fine but her eyes weren’t. Yeah, Ballerinas pride lies on their legs but what about their eyes, how will they be able to dance again if they were blind.
They were ignorant….she was ignorant…. She only valued her legs and now she has lost her eyes… she’s hopeless.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
?ACE?
She has been crying a lot lately. The first time he’d seen her dancing, she didn’t cry, she looked happy. But that day and today were different. She was in pain, she was sad, broken, unhappy, hurt… She was just like him. But how does she still pretend to be fine? He kept asking himself.
He just watched her cry from behind. He has been standing behind her while she danced, it was kinda confusing, how come she didn’t notice his presence since he arrived? Among other days, today is the only day he watched her dance from his close up angle. He had expected her to see him but she didn’t.
He felt like going to her to console and comfort her but who was he? He was as broken as she is. Could he possibly be of help to her? Could he?
Ace slowly lifted up his hand and placed it against his ch-est, his gaze never left her crying form. Why does his heart hurt to watch her cry? Why does he seem so concern about her? Why does it feel like he was in pain just by watching her cry? In other words, what are this unusual feeling he could feel?
She slowly stood up to her feet, dusted the sand off her gown and turned around, she started walking towards him. Ace just stood there, he didn’t take any step but watch her every step. staring at her face this close was making his fu-cked up heart beat unnecessarily.
Finally, she noticed him. He thought to himself.
She got to where he stood, She stopped walking but her eyes weren’t on him. He was going to say a word but she started walking again, ignoring him completely. *Did she just ignore me?* He thought to himself as he turned around to stare at her back. She slowly lowered herself to the ground and started moving her hand on the sandy ground, it felt like she was in search of something. Ace gaze fell on a long stick behind her. *Wait, is she in search of that stick? But it’s right behind her so why can’t she see it?* He thought to himself as he kept staring at her in bewilderment.
She started sobbing all over again and was mumbling some words he couldn’t quite understand.
She stopped searching and sunk into the ground as if giving up in the search. Her eyes were resting right on the stick but she didn’t make any attempt to go for it. She just sat there, crying.
*Maybe she was looking for something else.* Ace thought to himself. But then again, why was she acting not to see him standing right in front of her. Or was she ignoring him on purpose? He waved his hand to her but she didn’t flinched or even act like someone was trying to get her attention.
“Are you ignoring me on purpose?” He questioned, angrily.
“Who is there?” She stood up to her feet looking around. “Who is it?” She asked again, her eyes were facing a wrong direction.
“Are….” His voice trailed off as he kept staring at the lady in front of him. The thought of she being blind sounded like a magic to him. How can she be blind after dancing like that? Was that even possible? He decided to do some confirmation. He picked up the stick he guess she was searching for earlier. “Are you searching for this?” He extended the stick to her, she didn’t make any attempt to move, she Just stood there, not staring at him.
“Who are you?” She asked instead of answering his question.
“Just a pa-sser by. You dropped this.”
She tried reaching out to it but she was going the wrong direction. Again. Ace mouth dropped open at this. She was blind. She was fu-cking blind. The stick dropped out of his hand as he took some step away from her, staring at her in disbelief.
“Where are you?” She asked, still trying to reach out to him.
“What are you doing here!?” A voice asked from afar. Ace quickly stood up to his feet and left without turning back.
?BALLERINA?
“It’s late, my princess. What are you doing here?” Heather asked as she got to where Ballerina was.
“I…Are you the only one here?” Ballerina asked her maid.
Heather looks around and obviously she was the only one around with Ballerina.
“Yes, my princess. Why do you ask?”
“I thought…Never mind. Let’s go.” Heather picked up Ballerina’s stick, she wrapped her arms around her and led her away from the beach.
Ballerina can’t seem to forget that voice. She turned back, hoping a magic would happen so she could see the face of whom that voice belongs to but it was so impossible. Who knows maybe it was only her delusion and no one was there with her in the first place.
“How did you know I was here? And why are you here?” She asked Heather.
“There’s no other place you will go to aide from here, my princess. And I’m here because of Aunt Claire.”
“What about my aunt? Is she okay? Did she ask you to look for me?”
“She’s okay. And no, she didn’t ask me to look for you. Aunt Claire postponed the coronation to next week.”
“What? Why?” Ballerina questioned.
“I don’t know.” Heather sighed. “I know it’s none of my business but don’t you think there’s something wrong somewhere? Why does it feel like something is about to happen. Like a tragedy?”
“You feel that as well?”
“As well?” Heather snapped her head to look at her princess. “Wait, you having that same feelings as well?”
“Yeah. And I’m so scared.”
“Could that be the reason why Aunt Claire decided to postpone the coronation? Could it be she is feeling the same way as well?”
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?ACE?
He walked into the house and went straight to the bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glas-scup, he walked throu-ghthe flight of stairs and made his way to his bedroom. He shut and close the door, he dropped down on his bed and poured himself a drink, he gulped down the whole liquid, he poured himself more drink and drank all in one shot. The liquid in the bottle were already half gone.
*Where are you?* Her question rang in his head continually. Why would she ask that when he was just standing right in front of her? No, that shouldn’t be the question. How could a blind person dance like that? Was that even possible?
He drank another shot and poured himself another. He remembered how she danced. How she twirled. How she jumped off her feet and extended her legs out on the air, how she made that difficult turn, how she dance…So she had been blind… How come he never noticed? Well, who would blame him? She was very good. Very, very good.
He remembered how she walked past him and started searching for a stick that was just lying behind her. How she couldn’t figure out where he was, how she tried reaching out for the stick but went for a wrong direction.
It’s official, she’s blind.
But how could a blind person dance so beautifully? How did she made his heart melt just by watching her? How did she captivate him with those beautiful dance? And why the hell did he ran like that like a coward?
He was a coward afterall…
His father died ten or something years ago and he still couldn’t detect the person and bring justice to his late father. He was a failure. And instead of him to do better, he decided to blame his mother for his own failure. He was a coward…
A coward.
The word kept repeating in his head. Ace gro-aned, he threw the glas-scup and it hit the wall, shattering to million pieces. One even flew right back at him and scratched his skin. Ace looked down at it but did nothing. The physical pain was nothing compare to the pain in his heart.
He lay back on the bed and shut his eyes closed.
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?Narrator?
“Go! Go!” The voice kept yelling at the child. He was in pain, blood gushed out of his mouth. He should be worried about himself but he was rather worried about the child.
“Oh shut up.” Another voice ordered, hitting him square on the face and knocking him unconscious. They began making their way to the child, a sly smile was plastered on their face. They bent down to the level of the child and patted the child’s head. “Let’s make a memory, shall we?”
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#To Be Continued….