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Nightmares of Hope Segment 4/5: Invisible Heart
Revision of Invisible Heart 💖
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The world of Gemena consisted of everything but the natural lifestyle of the reality world that we live in today. People are immoral creatures survived off of magic, power, and hope. Gifted humans of that population could create fire with the willpower of their minds, freeze time with the wave of a hand, or even turn a painted canvas into a life of its own.
The disturbed, miserable, depressed teenage girl Rain happened to be different though. She had the rare capability of being born without one of the main organs of her body. She had no desire to have any type of feelings or emotions if she couldn’t even feel her own heartbeat. She felt tortured and incomplete without this missing function of her internal form, but had never put herself out there to be a harm or threat to anyone without the physical part to love. Gemena’s town understood and accepted everyone as they all had their unique flaws and differences about themselves, but Rain didn’t look at life that way; she didn’t want to.
On a preferred spring day in May, she sat on a random red wheelbarrow that interfered with her usual pathway away from the city life of chaos, magic, and mayhem. She welcomed the quiet and peaceful winds blowing against her pure jet black hair which felt so good. Rain knew very little about her condition aside from the obvious, but didn’t know her actual infirmity. She grew up without either of her parents who didn’t stick around for much longer after she was born, which seriously placed her in a bind of having a full understanding of her life.
Rain barley spoke to anyone and kept to her lonely self. She feared people wouldn’t consider her as unique but more unusual, and didn’t want sympathy from anyone. That was the last thing she needed to happen.
She pulled out an old crumbled piece of paper that she carried with her everywhere. It had been a detailed letter in her mother’s handwriting a little over a page and a half in length describing how much her parents loved her, and only wanted what was best.
Yeah right.
She read the letter over and over and each time towards the end she always slowed down the pace of the words that read,
Deep down I should have known something was wrong when every time we went to hear the heartbeat the machine played nothing but static, and the OBGYN blamed her own equipment. Then there was that strange power outage the night you were born, when none of the monitors worked. That’s how you got the precious name rain.
She kept the letter safe since practically birth, where it currently laid in-between the lamination of her identification card. She tucked away what little memories she had of her parents and concentrated on the fresh air of freedom and escape she had only for a short time before her curfew expired. Boom! Sparkle! Pop! The sound of someone practicing their literal handmade fire crackers killed the silent atmosphere, causing her to give up on any piece and relaxation. She stayed in a gifted facility for only girls who practiced and displayed all their magnificent gifts and talents. All females with the exception of Rain felt she was nothing special.
Not many people understood her distant, isolated behavior towards everyone, especially when the topic of conversation about her parents came up. “I want to be able to feel emotions not because I want to, but because I can,” Rain lectured herself out loud while in her own privacy.
That’s when she decided to come up with an unethical plan to make herself cry. She figured it was worth a try. By trying with great determination to think of the worst possible outcome no waterworks appeared from her face, but she made the most comical facial expression that would be worth money if revealed on camera. Between the sunlight and sound of a flash Rain automatically turned around startled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
A man who looked no older than twenty years old automatically put his prized possession down of a silver digital camera. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn’t have just took your picture without asking first,”
“You definitely should have,” Rain hopped of the wheelbarrow. “What was the purpose of you taking my picture for anyways?” The guy seemed embarrassed about wanting to give his answer.
“People always said to take a picture if we wanted something to last longer. The expressions you were just making seemed to priceless not to pass up to be on film,”
“Excuse me?” Rain felt utterly ashamed of being caught, and started heading in a different direction.
“Thank you for getting off my wheelbarrow. I’m planning to use it to pick up a few bouquets of flowers for the love of my life Harper, and turn them into liquid fragrances for her. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, or even hit on you for that matter. It was a mistake to capture you on camera since I don’t even know you. I’m sorry.” This time as Rain continued to stand still as if waiting for him to finish, he instead turned to walk off in a direction of his own wearing a heavy set of denim jeans with no shirt.
“I’m Rain,” She called out.
“Kaleb,” He greeted back. “If it means anything though I wasn’t in the best mood but this scenario did brighten up my day, so thank you again,” Rain now had even more to think about. Her attempt to cry and generate true serious feelings only turned out to be a laughing stock at her expense by a stranger. She needed to think about the outcome though. Her day still ended up being as pathetic and miserable as it was in the beginning, but the fact that she managed to put a smile on someone else’s face (while unintentional) left an imprinted smile on her own expression. She headed back to her destination with the feeling and emotion of happiness and satisfaction.
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Dedicated to My Husband Always and forever for unique inspiration
The world of Gemena consisted of everything but the natural lifestyle of the reality world that we live in today. People are immoral creatures survived off of magic, power, and hope. Gifted humans of that population could create fire with the willpower of their minds, freeze time with the wave of a hand, or even turn a painted canvas into a life of its own.
The disturbed, miserable, depressed teenage girl Rain happened to be different though. She had the rare capability of being born without one of the main organs of her body. She had no desire to have any type of feelings or emotions if she couldn’t even feel her own heartbeat. She felt tortured and incomplete without this missing function of her internal form, but had never put herself out there to be a harm or threat to anyone without the physical part to love. Gemena’s town understood and accepted everyone as they all had their unique flaws and differences about themselves, but Rain didn’t look at life that way; she didn’t want to.
On a preferred spring day in May, she sat on a random red wheelbarrow that interfered with her usual pathway away from the city life of chaos, magic, and mayhem. She welcomed the quiet and peaceful winds blowing against her pure jet black hair which felt so good. Rain knew very little about her condition aside from the obvious, but didn’t know her actual infirmity. She grew up without either of her parents who didn’t stick around for much longer after she was born, which seriously placed her in a bind of having a full understanding of her life.
Rain barley spoke to anyone and kept to her lonely self. She feared people wouldn’t consider her as unique but more unusual, and didn’t want sympathy from anyone. That was the last thing she needed to happen.
She pulled out an old crumbled piece of paper that she carried with her everywhere. It had been a detailed letter in her mother’s handwriting a little over a page and a half in length describing how much her parents loved her, and only wanted what was best.
Yeah right.
She read the letter over and over and each time towards the end she always slowed down the pace of the words that read,
Deep down I should have known something was wrong when every time we went to hear the heartbeat the machine played nothing but static, and the OBGYN blamed her own equipment. Then there was that strange power outage the night you were born, when none of the monitors worked. That’s how you got the precious name rain.
She kept the letter safe since practically birth, where it currently laid in-between the lamination of her identification card. She tucked away what little memories she had of her parents and concentrated on the fresh air of freedom and escape she had only for a short time before her curfew expired. Boom! Sparkle! Pop! The sound of someone practicing their literal handmade fire crackers killed the silent atmosphere, causing her to give up on any piece and relaxation. She stayed in a gifted facility for only girls who practiced and displayed all their magnificent gifts and talents. All females with the exception of Rain felt she was nothing special.
Not many people understood her distant, isolated behavior towards everyone, especially when the topic of conversation about her parents came up. “I want to be able to feel emotions not because I want to, but because I can,” Rain lectured herself out loud while in her own privacy.
That’s when she decided to come up with an unethical plan to make herself cry. She figured it was worth a try. By trying with great determination to think of the worst possible outcome no waterworks appeared from her face, but she made the most comical facial expression that would be worth money if revealed on camera. Between the sunlight and sound of a flash Rain automatically turned around startled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
A man who looked no older than twenty years old automatically put his prized possession down of a silver digital camera. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn’t have just took your picture without asking first,”
“You definitely should have,” Rain hopped of the wheelbarrow. “What was the purpose of you taking my picture for anyways?” The guy seemed embarrassed about wanting to give his answer.
“People always said to take a picture if we wanted something to last longer. The expressions you were just making seemed to priceless not to pass up to be on film,”
“Excuse me?” Rain felt utterly ashamed of being caught, and started heading in a different direction.
“Thank you for getting off my wheelbarrow. I’m planning to use it to pick up a few bouquets of flowers for the love of my life Harper, and turn them into liquid fragrances for her. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, or even hit on you for that matter. It was a mistake to capture you on camera since I don’t even know you. I’m sorry.” This time as Rain continued to stand still as if waiting for him to finish, he instead turned to walk off in a direction of his own wearing a heavy set of denim jeans with no shirt.
“I’m Rain,” She called out.
“Kaleb,” He greeted back. “If it means anything though I wasn’t in the best mood but this scenario did brighten up my day, so thank you again,” Rain now had even more to think about. Her attempt to cry and generate true serious feelings only turned out to be a laughing stock at her expense by a stranger. She needed to think about the outcome though. Her day still ended up being as pathetic and miserable as it was in the beginning, but the fact that she managed to put a smile on someone else’s face (while unintentional) left an imprinted smile on her own expression. She headed back to her destination with the feeling and emotion of happiness and satisfaction.
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