Post by ghiste on Aug 1, 2006 23:36:44 GMT -8
((Feel free to comment on this. There is no series on this, it is just a short story I felt like writing. This selection is rated for anyone who can actually read.))
There I was, counting the money which laid in front of me on the wooden table. A good fifty thousand dollars laid in front of my blue eyes, the green paper resembling gold. Still, here I was staring it down, and I felt no satisfaction of having it in my possession at all. I felt empty, as if I was now missing something. What was there possibly to miss though? I just got fifty grand, not much to miss for that much money. I began to feel guilty though, sure I was running low on money, but should I truly of stooped as low as I did? Hershey was a friend of mine, and I feel like I sold him off as if he was just some sort of trump card to keep me going. For some reason, I feel like I took the easy way out, as if I could of found another way, where... Hershey would stay with me.
It happened about a month ago, the crops weren't growing well in the ranch, and I was running low on ways to get my money. Of course, it was just one of those days, but ever since my husband died a few years back, the money that was gained got less and less each and every day. I had to sell all the animals, every single one to help me get money, and the only option I had was making the crops, and being a waitress over at the Texas Roadhouse. It was hard rolling, and that's when the guy named Gregory Johnson gave me a call on the phone. You see, I had one horse left, it was coated in a lovely black chocolaty looking color for his hair. All that could be said was that it was pure beauty, and it was as smooth as it was beautiful as well. Still, he offered fifty grands to buy this horse, and it was an offer which was difficult to refuse.
I told him to give me a few days to decide, after all, selling Hershey, the horse, was a very difficult decision for me to do. It took me day upon day to ponder this, wondering what the right decision would be on this subject. That was when I got fired from the Roadhouse one day due to a new replacement looking 'better' than me when it came to physical appearance. There was nothing I could turn to except selling him. Forget all the years I've lived with him, and how he was the first horse I learned to ride due to my husband teaching me. Forget the fact that my son now dead son grew up loving that horse more than anything else. It didn't matter, I needed the money, forget the fact he was the only one left who I loved! No relationship was meant to last, and everything came to an end. Death was not the only thing that would split things up, and somethings decisions like these were for the better!
With that being said, I called Gregory back up on the phone, and began to talk out a plan about selling him.
"Hello," he spoke out, the tone scratchy, and now that I think back, it sounded like one of those evil merchant guy's on the T.V. I could be wrong though, maybe that's just how my memory is making me remember it?
"Hey Mr. Johnson, it's Vivian, I was calling about Hershey," I spoke back in a more depressed tone, but I tried to hide it while I was talking to the man.
"Yes, Ms. Wells?"
"I decided I would take you up on your offer on selling him."
"Really!? Alright, I'll be over in a week with the money to pick him up Ms. Wells, pleasure doing business with you."
I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him before he hung up on the phone. Still, it seemed within a week I would leave Hershey, and during that time I couldn't bare look at him. I was never good with good byes, and it was just too painful to go through all the memories after he was gone. All I did was feed him, and take care of him like I always did, the daily routine, other than that, I was never around. Usually I spent all my free time with him, but I couldn't feel up to it anymore. How could I bare looking at him when I was going to sell him? I could just picture him thinking of me as a traitor before he leaves. I felt like I was abandoning him...
Still, the week came, and there I was, taking the money and leaving behind the last thing I had that was actually nice in my past. It was all gone now, the last bit of my happiness dwindled away at that very moment. Sure, it was a lot of money for a horse, a load of money, but it still just didn't feel right. I wish I could of at least say good bye to the noble steed, but I just couldn't find it in me to do it, I never was good with good byes. Still, I know I can get over this, and some relationships like this were just meant to end. Nothing lasts forever right? It was meant to end, that's all there is to it, there was nothing I could do to keep him.
As I stared at the money though, I began to have memories with the horse. How I first learned to ride him, my son Timmy watching as Jim was teaching me. For some reason, he was the only horse I could feel like I could trust. I was always good with taking care of the horses, but I was always afraid to ride them. Hershey has been the only horse I could of ever ride, and when I rode him for the first time, the breeze on my face just made me feel like I was in heaven, and nothing could go wrong.
Back when my son Jim was struck with the fatal sickness, he spent his last days with Hershey. It was wonderful how attached he was to that horse, he would always talk to it, and I over heard him saying things of how he felt without ever telling me about it. He really opened up that lovely horse, we all did...
Still, now that everything was said and done, the horse was gone, and there was nothing to do about it. Some things are meant to end, what more can I say? No matter how tears I shed, there is nothing I can do about it now, Hershey is gone, and I am left with this fifty grand.
After all these thoughts, I have begun to get drowsy, and there for it was time for me to go get some sleep. I slouched out of my wooden rocking chair, leaving the money on the table, and walked off to go slip into my bed.
The night mare I had that night was greater than all other night mares I've previously had combined. The guilt was getting to me, I couldn't stop thinking about how I betrayed Hershey, how I betrayed the thoughts of my dead family. Still, why was I getting nightmares? I already accepted the fact that some things need to end, so why the hell does the guilt still sink into my stomach, as well as swarm my brain while I try to sleep?
Getting out of bed in the morning, I decided it would be best if I gave my best friend Mike a call. Mike is my brother in law, and probably the most helpful guy I know. With that being said, I went over to dial the number, and then the phone began to ring as I tried to keep the major thoughts of Hershey out of my mind.
"Hello?" Mike asked with a very tired voice. It seemed I probably woke him up, but I was hoping he would still be willing to help.
"Hey Mike, it's Vivian, I got a question..."
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, I am sort of running low on cash, is there any chance you could help me with taking care of my horse while I work on a full time job? I'll let you move in..."
"Wow, you know that is an offer I would have to accept, but are you really serious?" he said this with a chuckle, Mike wasn't the richest guy out there. He was more poor than me, and lived in a really run down apartment. Still, he had a way with animals that not even my husband could believe. Why he never kicked off instead of my husband I don't understand, but he could of been the one I possibly married if it wasn't for the weird shift. Still, he really needed a place to stay because money wasn't going too swell with him, maybe we could live together. If I could perhaps convince Gregory to let me buy my horse back, maybe everything could go well. Besides, I realized something... Not ALL things are meant to end!
"Yeah, I have no problems with it at all, sell your apartment though, we could use the money. Even though I doubt you will get much for it, we both know it's better than nothing," I said with a bit more enthusiastic tone in my voice. Maybe things were going to pick up, if I could just buy that horse back, I could only prey that Mr. Johnson would allow me to.
"Thanks Vivian..."
"No problem."
With that, we both hung up, saying good byes were never my strong point, but you have probably realized that by now. Still, there was one last person to call, and that was none other than Gregory. With that, I dialed the number, and began to ring him up, maybe I could get Hershey back after all.
"Heya?"
"Hey Mr. Johnson, it's Vivian again."
"Ms. Wells! I wanted to talk to you. About your horse, I realized there isn't enough room in the stables, now I know you probably used some of the money, so I was just wondering if you could take him back for half the price," he spoke, and relief filled my heart when he said these words. I would be keeping Hershey, the joy of hearing this was unbelievable! Some things weren't meant to end, and this proved it! Still, I couldn't bare keeping any of the money, it just felt wrong... I would much rather not take the easy way out again, that's what got me into this mess!
"No sir, I didn't use the money, and I myself am willing to pay you back ALL of it anyways. That's why I called."
"Whatever you want ma'am, I'll be over in a week."
The days went by slowly, I couldn't wait to see Hershey again, but I still kept myself busy. I got myself the full time job I wanted, and Mike got his apartment sold, and moved in with me. He asked me where Hershey was, and I told him about all the stuff that happened, he was just as relieved as me when I said I was able to get him back. Everything was going well, it was as if I could finally live again, and then the end of the week came.
There he was, Gregory in his fancy tuxedo walking up, and there I was, in my dirt stained clothes, and the brown suit case with the fifty grand of cold hard cash in my hands. More importantly though, there was Hershey, the most beautiful horse ever, and the look when he saw me was something I have never seen from him before. It seemed he missed me as much as I missed him, and I was so glad that he was back!
I said that the first day I rode Hershey, I felt like I was in heaven, and there was no better feeling... I lied. Today, when I rode my loyal steed, that was the day when there was no better feeling...
And now I know, something things just aren't meant to end...
((I would like constructive critism on this though.))
There I was, counting the money which laid in front of me on the wooden table. A good fifty thousand dollars laid in front of my blue eyes, the green paper resembling gold. Still, here I was staring it down, and I felt no satisfaction of having it in my possession at all. I felt empty, as if I was now missing something. What was there possibly to miss though? I just got fifty grand, not much to miss for that much money. I began to feel guilty though, sure I was running low on money, but should I truly of stooped as low as I did? Hershey was a friend of mine, and I feel like I sold him off as if he was just some sort of trump card to keep me going. For some reason, I feel like I took the easy way out, as if I could of found another way, where... Hershey would stay with me.
It happened about a month ago, the crops weren't growing well in the ranch, and I was running low on ways to get my money. Of course, it was just one of those days, but ever since my husband died a few years back, the money that was gained got less and less each and every day. I had to sell all the animals, every single one to help me get money, and the only option I had was making the crops, and being a waitress over at the Texas Roadhouse. It was hard rolling, and that's when the guy named Gregory Johnson gave me a call on the phone. You see, I had one horse left, it was coated in a lovely black chocolaty looking color for his hair. All that could be said was that it was pure beauty, and it was as smooth as it was beautiful as well. Still, he offered fifty grands to buy this horse, and it was an offer which was difficult to refuse.
I told him to give me a few days to decide, after all, selling Hershey, the horse, was a very difficult decision for me to do. It took me day upon day to ponder this, wondering what the right decision would be on this subject. That was when I got fired from the Roadhouse one day due to a new replacement looking 'better' than me when it came to physical appearance. There was nothing I could turn to except selling him. Forget all the years I've lived with him, and how he was the first horse I learned to ride due to my husband teaching me. Forget the fact that my son now dead son grew up loving that horse more than anything else. It didn't matter, I needed the money, forget the fact he was the only one left who I loved! No relationship was meant to last, and everything came to an end. Death was not the only thing that would split things up, and somethings decisions like these were for the better!
With that being said, I called Gregory back up on the phone, and began to talk out a plan about selling him.
"Hello," he spoke out, the tone scratchy, and now that I think back, it sounded like one of those evil merchant guy's on the T.V. I could be wrong though, maybe that's just how my memory is making me remember it?
"Hey Mr. Johnson, it's Vivian, I was calling about Hershey," I spoke back in a more depressed tone, but I tried to hide it while I was talking to the man.
"Yes, Ms. Wells?"
"I decided I would take you up on your offer on selling him."
"Really!? Alright, I'll be over in a week with the money to pick him up Ms. Wells, pleasure doing business with you."
I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him before he hung up on the phone. Still, it seemed within a week I would leave Hershey, and during that time I couldn't bare look at him. I was never good with good byes, and it was just too painful to go through all the memories after he was gone. All I did was feed him, and take care of him like I always did, the daily routine, other than that, I was never around. Usually I spent all my free time with him, but I couldn't feel up to it anymore. How could I bare looking at him when I was going to sell him? I could just picture him thinking of me as a traitor before he leaves. I felt like I was abandoning him...
Still, the week came, and there I was, taking the money and leaving behind the last thing I had that was actually nice in my past. It was all gone now, the last bit of my happiness dwindled away at that very moment. Sure, it was a lot of money for a horse, a load of money, but it still just didn't feel right. I wish I could of at least say good bye to the noble steed, but I just couldn't find it in me to do it, I never was good with good byes. Still, I know I can get over this, and some relationships like this were just meant to end. Nothing lasts forever right? It was meant to end, that's all there is to it, there was nothing I could do to keep him.
As I stared at the money though, I began to have memories with the horse. How I first learned to ride him, my son Timmy watching as Jim was teaching me. For some reason, he was the only horse I could feel like I could trust. I was always good with taking care of the horses, but I was always afraid to ride them. Hershey has been the only horse I could of ever ride, and when I rode him for the first time, the breeze on my face just made me feel like I was in heaven, and nothing could go wrong.
Back when my son Jim was struck with the fatal sickness, he spent his last days with Hershey. It was wonderful how attached he was to that horse, he would always talk to it, and I over heard him saying things of how he felt without ever telling me about it. He really opened up that lovely horse, we all did...
Still, now that everything was said and done, the horse was gone, and there was nothing to do about it. Some things are meant to end, what more can I say? No matter how tears I shed, there is nothing I can do about it now, Hershey is gone, and I am left with this fifty grand.
After all these thoughts, I have begun to get drowsy, and there for it was time for me to go get some sleep. I slouched out of my wooden rocking chair, leaving the money on the table, and walked off to go slip into my bed.
The night mare I had that night was greater than all other night mares I've previously had combined. The guilt was getting to me, I couldn't stop thinking about how I betrayed Hershey, how I betrayed the thoughts of my dead family. Still, why was I getting nightmares? I already accepted the fact that some things need to end, so why the hell does the guilt still sink into my stomach, as well as swarm my brain while I try to sleep?
Getting out of bed in the morning, I decided it would be best if I gave my best friend Mike a call. Mike is my brother in law, and probably the most helpful guy I know. With that being said, I went over to dial the number, and then the phone began to ring as I tried to keep the major thoughts of Hershey out of my mind.
"Hello?" Mike asked with a very tired voice. It seemed I probably woke him up, but I was hoping he would still be willing to help.
"Hey Mike, it's Vivian, I got a question..."
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, I am sort of running low on cash, is there any chance you could help me with taking care of my horse while I work on a full time job? I'll let you move in..."
"Wow, you know that is an offer I would have to accept, but are you really serious?" he said this with a chuckle, Mike wasn't the richest guy out there. He was more poor than me, and lived in a really run down apartment. Still, he had a way with animals that not even my husband could believe. Why he never kicked off instead of my husband I don't understand, but he could of been the one I possibly married if it wasn't for the weird shift. Still, he really needed a place to stay because money wasn't going too swell with him, maybe we could live together. If I could perhaps convince Gregory to let me buy my horse back, maybe everything could go well. Besides, I realized something... Not ALL things are meant to end!
"Yeah, I have no problems with it at all, sell your apartment though, we could use the money. Even though I doubt you will get much for it, we both know it's better than nothing," I said with a bit more enthusiastic tone in my voice. Maybe things were going to pick up, if I could just buy that horse back, I could only prey that Mr. Johnson would allow me to.
"Thanks Vivian..."
"No problem."
With that, we both hung up, saying good byes were never my strong point, but you have probably realized that by now. Still, there was one last person to call, and that was none other than Gregory. With that, I dialed the number, and began to ring him up, maybe I could get Hershey back after all.
"Heya?"
"Hey Mr. Johnson, it's Vivian again."
"Ms. Wells! I wanted to talk to you. About your horse, I realized there isn't enough room in the stables, now I know you probably used some of the money, so I was just wondering if you could take him back for half the price," he spoke, and relief filled my heart when he said these words. I would be keeping Hershey, the joy of hearing this was unbelievable! Some things weren't meant to end, and this proved it! Still, I couldn't bare keeping any of the money, it just felt wrong... I would much rather not take the easy way out again, that's what got me into this mess!
"No sir, I didn't use the money, and I myself am willing to pay you back ALL of it anyways. That's why I called."
"Whatever you want ma'am, I'll be over in a week."
The days went by slowly, I couldn't wait to see Hershey again, but I still kept myself busy. I got myself the full time job I wanted, and Mike got his apartment sold, and moved in with me. He asked me where Hershey was, and I told him about all the stuff that happened, he was just as relieved as me when I said I was able to get him back. Everything was going well, it was as if I could finally live again, and then the end of the week came.
There he was, Gregory in his fancy tuxedo walking up, and there I was, in my dirt stained clothes, and the brown suit case with the fifty grand of cold hard cash in my hands. More importantly though, there was Hershey, the most beautiful horse ever, and the look when he saw me was something I have never seen from him before. It seemed he missed me as much as I missed him, and I was so glad that he was back!
I said that the first day I rode Hershey, I felt like I was in heaven, and there was no better feeling... I lied. Today, when I rode my loyal steed, that was the day when there was no better feeling...
And now I know, something things just aren't meant to end...
((I would like constructive critism on this though.))
