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Fear of Ice
« Thread Started on Mar 21, 2005, 3:15pm »

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Jeanie Duran loved to ice skate, but hated the ice. It was her passion, her life, her everything, yet she absolutely despised the ice. She wouldn’t set one foot onto it. Not for her mom, not for her friends, not for her coach, for no one. Jeanie shuddered, backing away slowly from the frozen pond, her skates dangling from her right hand by their laces.
“No,” she whispered, watching the way her breath condensed in the early morning air. She couldn’t stand their constant badgering, the way they thought they knew her. ‘Why don’t you skate anymore, Jeanie?’ Her mother had asked her one night. ‘You used to love it.’
‘I still do love it!’ she had wanted to scream back, but couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat, refusing to move past her lips. ‘Your fear is all in your head.’ Greg, her skating coach had said to her, trying to drag her back onto the ice. She had refused at the time running away from it. Her usually tightly braided hair fell out of place framing her face as she had run blindly. No one understood, heck even she didn’t understand where the fear had suddenly come from.
She suspected it had to do with the accident that her mom had tried to keep hidden from her. The one that had landed her in the hospital a months back. No one told her what had happened, every time she’d ask one of the various doctors or nurses what had happened they’d all shake their heads bemusedly, mumble something and hurry away as if they had something better to do. In truth Jeanie knew that wasn’t so, she decided to use her superior skills to eavesdrop on one of the doctors as they left the room.
‘Do you think she suspects?’ He had asked the nurse sitting behind the window. Jeanie flattened herself against the wall, blending into the shadows. There would have been no plausible excuse to get her out of this one. She was under strict orders to not wander around unless accompanied by doctor or nurse, and the total amount of times this had happened was zip.
The nurse blithe laughter had rung out down the corridor reaching her ears. ‘I doubt it,’ came the reply. ‘What are the odds that she would even begin to be able to guess?’<br> ‘It’s just getting so much harder to dodge her questions.’ The doctor finally admitted.
‘John, she’ll never be able to guess.’ she reassured the distraught man. ‘I mean how often does this happen? She’s just 17.’<br> Jeanie didn’t need to be able to see them to know he had smiled faintly, she could see the corner of his lips curving upwards, as if his doubts had finally been put to rest. She had agitatedly pulled at the tangled brown mess that had earlier been her hair. She had been badly in need of a long shower, and if she didn’t move within a matter of minutes, she’d have been caught out of bed...again. Not a good idea. Last time that had happened, they had knocked her out and she had reawakened the next morning. Sneaking as quietly as the squeaky shoes she had been given allowed she then had made her way slowly back to her hospital room and crawled into the bed.
Jeanie let go of the skates she was holding and watched them drop to the ground, the blades reflecting the sun into her eyes. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, she unceremoniously settled down into the snow drift. She laid down and watched the sun rise up over the top of the pine trees. The pale pink, orange, and purple hues slowly fading away along with the remaining stars as the sky turned the achingly familiar blue she had come to take for granted during that long month at the hospital.
“Sun, sun, mister golden sun, please shine down on me.” she sang out to the sky, loving the way the frigid, wet snow slowly snuck it’s way into her jacket and down her new shirt she had just purchased the day before.
Slowly she raised her arms above her head, pushing her legs apart, then simultaneously she brought her arms back down against her sides and her legs snapped back together, pushing the snow all around her. For several second she repeated the motions, not thinking about anything, just appreciating the early morning calm. She knew it wouldn’t last long, people would begin to wonder where she had gone, but for once, just this once, she refused to let it bother her.
Jeanie was determined and nothing was going to stop her. Without thinking about it, she rapidly rolled off the spot and sat up admiring her still intact snow angel. The first one she had made all year, the first one she had made in fours years. Skating had consumed her, taking up all her time during the winter, never allowing her to do the trivial things that she had used to love doing as a small child. But nothing could deter her, she had made up her mind the moment she had awoken that morning. Untying the laces, she pulled off her worn boots and pulled on the skates, the rough inside feeling foreign against her skin proving just how long it had been since she had last put them on. She re-laced them so they fit against her ankle and calf snugly. With a deep sigh, she pushed herself up out of the snow, wobbling a bit, before regaining her balance. She would appear unfazed, professional even to an outsider as she strode down to the edge of the pond, however that wasn’t how she felt. She was sick to her stomach with dread at what she was about to do.
“Breathe,” she instructed herself quietly, timidly stepping out onto the ice. “There now,” she told herself firmly, “This isn’t so bad.”<br> She gradually skated her way across the pond to the other side, then back again. Gradually Jeanie began to skate faster, turning around deftly and began to skate backwards.
If I was a rich girl, na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na, see I’d have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl…Jeanie woke with a jolt. Her eye sight focusing after a few moments, her attention on the Orlando Bloom poster hung above her bed. She rolled over and looked at her clock: 5:45. Groaning she threw her pillow at the wall. It had been a dream. A freaky un-normal dream, but a dream nonetheless. She spotted her skates dangling from the hook she had placed them on a month ago. Too afraid to even look at them until now, they now seemed to beckon her. Jeanie knew what she had to do pulling on a pair of thick, gray socks she slipped on her sneakers, yanked her favorite hoodie off her desk chair, throwing it on over her head haphazardly and grabbed the skates off the hook. She exited out her back door without a sound, ready to face the day.

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