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When Roses Grow Black Chapter 4 Surprisingly, it didn't really take any time at all to get a ride. This old battered pick-up truck that looked like it was about to fall apart any second pulled up next to me. I don't think I was even standing there for 5 minutes! I then started getting creeped out. Normally, it would be really hard to get a ride by hitch-hiking that fast. What? Was this person watching me or something?? I felt chills run down my spine just thinking it. I was pulled out of the trance I was in when the heavily tinted window rolled down. Relief quickly overcame my fear as the driver of the old truck was revealed to be a woman. She looked pure hispanic with large brown eyes and jet black hair. Her skin was naturally tanned and her complexion was fair. She couldn't have been more than 30, but looks can be deceiving. She began speaking to me in, I believe, Spanish, but I didn't understand a word she was saying. 'How am I going to tell her where I need to go?? Does she speak English?? Will she understand me??' I thought worriedly when another voice began speaking in the other language. I recognized the voice and couldn't help but wonder who I knew that was coming to my rescue. When I looked around, no one was there. I then realized why I knew the voice. I was the one speaking the other language!!!!! 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING!!!!! YOU DON'T KNOW ANOTHER LANGUAGE!!!!' I yelled at myself in my mind. It was like I was only looking out and not controlling what I said or did any more. Before I could figure out how in the world this was happening to me I jumped in to the pick-up and felt a smile form an my face as we drove off. I stared out the window as we rode in silence to where ever our destination was. Not like I would have been able to understand the conversation had there been any. The ride proved to be long and the rodes bumpy. I recall hitting my head more than once on the hard roof while going over bumps. I felt secure I would be okay. The woman had a friendly face and didn't have anything with her but a purse and a coffee. 'This isn't so bad. It beats walking' I thought to myself as I looked over and the woman smiled at me. The night had fully over-taken the day. The moon cast down a blue light blanketing the earth lovingly. The stars shown brightly, and seemed to be winking happily at the wanderers below. 'Wanderer?' I laughed at myself, 'Is that what I am, now?' No, that wasn't what I was, but it helped to think of it like that. It killed the heartache of my shattered life. My broken dreams and my loss of love. I had been forced to turn my heart to stone and ice in order to not be hurt. No one can hurt you through a stone wall and not a soul will travel through the artic in order to love you and leave you.Next: Chapter 5 |