Chapter 13 A New Light
We judge a book by its cover so quickly before we even give it a chance. Yet if we do give it a chance even just for a moment we may be surprised. As we discover more about the book we find that it’s nothing like we expected. Same goes for people, if we judge them too quickly we will be amazed at what we can learn when we do allow ourselves to get to know them. The truth is you can never know someone completely until you let them in. Everyone’s got a past, a history, a story that isn’t advertised when your first introduced. Everyone has secrets that you can discover if you give them a chance. You may not see it at the time but by allowing yourself to know this person can lead you on a amazing journey and possibly find the one person you have been looking for.
She remained there on the floor of her bedroom curled up in the far corner waiting holding in the tear threatening to fall as she listened to the noise downstairs of her aunt, uncle and Jane. They were all heading out the door to celebrate the fact that Jane’s parents paid to get her into the ad in the first place. When she finally heard the front door close Sara pulled herself off the floor and when she grabbed her jacket she took off down the stairs and out the door. She needed air and needed to get out of the house that had been like a prison to her for years.
Slamming the front door shut Sara looked both ways down the quiet street before setting off down the driveway and towards the park with her arms crossed over her chest. Her long wavy auburn hair blew in the wind as her pace increased down the sidewalk carefully considering she wasn’t wearing her glasses. She still didn’t allow the tears to fall as she walked quickly to the park. While walking down the path she passed a few people who were either walking their dogs or families with their parents.
She climbed the small hill in the park and took a seat on a big gray rock that had a perfect view of the park and the playground down below where she could watch the children play with their parents. Pulling her legs up close to her chest as she sat on the rock she watched as a little girl around the age of five run around the playground laughing and giggling as he father chased after her. Both looked so happy and care free together, a feeling Sara hadn’t felt in a long, long time. She watched as the father caught the little girls and wrapped his arms around her protectively and holding his daughter close and keeping her safe. A smile spread across Sara’s face as she watched the little girl smile and hug her dad. She looked so happy in the security of her father’s arms and looking so innocent and seeing life so simple. Pulling her legs even closer and burying her face against her knees as the tears that had been threatening to fall finally couldn’t be held in any longer.
As Michael was heading home he decided to cut through the park. With his hands stuffed in his leather jacket as he strolled down the path. He glanced around at the people around him and couldn’t help but but annoyed about the screaming kids and parents forcing family time on them. He quickened his paced as the reason he would normally avoid walking through the park came back to him. He was about to start running and get out of the park but suddenly he came to a halt as his eyes fell upon a girls sitting at the top of the hill on a rock looking down at the playground on the other side of the park. He was about to continue on walking until he realized that the girl on the rock was Sara and she looked like she was crying.
Biting his lip Michael turn back to continue on walking but felt himself fighting between walking away or going up the hill to see if she was okay. Looking back at her one last time he let out a huff and then turned back around and slowly headed up the hill to see her.
He was behind her so she didn’t see him approaching until he finally spoke and watched as the sudden sound of his voice coming from behind her startled her and made her jump. Knowing he had scared her Michael stopped in his tracks a couple feet behind her and raised his hands up to let her know he wasn’t there to hurt her. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you”
When Sara saw whom it was she stared at him for a moment with her watery eyes before turning back around to look down at the playground. “What do you want?” she asked in a shaky voice as she tried to wipe the tears away from her face.
Watching her and seeing that she was indeed upset Michael moved to stand beside the rock she is sitting on and carefully watches Sara’s actions to see how she reacts to him. “I was wondering if you were okay? You look upset,” he told her.
She let out a scoffed laugh and shook her head, “Since when does Michael Scofield care or notice how other people are, especially someone like me?”
“I’m actually very observant” Michael joked but when he saw Sara didn’t even crack a tiny smile he knew something bad must of happen. He immediately regretted the comment. He took in her appearance and saw how close she was holding her legs to her chest in a protective manner and like she was trying to close herself off from people. His eyes gazed at her and then he caught sight of what looked like blood. “Hey are you bleeding? He asked her as his hand reached out to touch the back of her head.
At the feel of his touch Sara flinched and pushed his hand away hand away and covered the wound with the palm of her hand. “I fell,” she said blankly and Michael could tell she was lying.
“What about the red marks on your arms and broken glasses your holding did you somehow manage to fall back and hit your head and then forward and smash your glasses? ”
Turning to look at Michael in disbelief Sara glared at him, “And who the hell are you, a damn detective?” she snapped at him.
“I just wanted to know if you were okay?? He told her, a little taken back from her tone.
“Am I okay? Am I okay?” she yelled at him as she jumped off the rock and started pacing. “I’m living in hell and there is no escape! My cousin takes great pleasure in making sure I’m miserable, I’m a laughing stock at school and an easy target for people like you and the only thing I can look forward to in life is a dead end job making minimum wage because I will never be able to afford going to college and my aunt and uncle could careless what happens to me after I turn eighteen.”
“Did Jane do this to you?” Michael asked still concerned about the cut on the back of her head and the marks on her arm.
“It doesn’t matter and since when does Michael Scofield care about anyone but himself?” Sara growled at him. “You take pride in seeing others teased and miserable” she told him as she stood several feet away from him “You don’t care about others and what their life is like!”
“So what you think my life is perfect?”
“Well let me just say you and I are totally different people and you could never understand what I go through on a daily bases.”
Michael turned to stare at Sara while she was determined not to return his gaze. She didn’t trust him and wasn’t about to let her guard down around him just so he could find some knew way to humiliate her. Michael watched how closed off Sara’s body language was and not wanting to scare her off too soon he gave her space and just kicked his foot into the ground and few times. “So you think you have me all figured out huh? I’m not exactly an open book”
“I know enough though,” Sara snapped.
“Look I’m not here to cause any trouble” Michael told her and reached into his back pocket and pulled out the To Kill a Mockingbird book that Sara had dropped in the hallway at school. “You dropped this at school” he said and held it out for Sara to take.
She stared at it for a second trying to remember when she could have possibly dropped it and then slowly reached out take back her book. She let her thumb slide over the edge of the book as she flipped through the pages and saw that unlike the last time she had read the book about a week ago there were now hand written notes on the pages. “You graffitied my book” Sara said with a hint of a smile.
“Their margin notes, stuff I write down while reading,” he told her.
This statement caught Sara by surprise and for the first time allowed her eyes to look up at Michael. “You’ve read it before?”
“About seven to eight times” Michael confirmed with a smile.
“I didn’t know you liked reading?” Sara said curiously as she slowly moved back over to the rock and took a seat while she continued to flip through the book and read some of the marginal notes.
“You never asked,” he told her as he stepped closer to her and took a seat on the grass in front of the rock Sara was sitting on. “Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence,” Michael said with a smile.
Sara looked up in shock and felt her jaw drop in surprise. “That’s Helen Keller” she said excitedly, “I’ve been in aw of her and her work all my life. Everything she wrote spoke to me in a way I could never explain. “When one door closes another one opens; but we so often long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we often do not see the ones which open for us” Sara said as she leaned back and looked up at the sky. “I have a whole drawer full of her stuff.”
“Seriously?” Michael asked and Sara could tell he was definitely interested about this.
“Yeah her work help inspire some of my own” She said but as soon as she heard the words slip from her lips she regretted it.
“So do you write a lot?” Michael asked her.
“In my free time, nothing powerful or even worthy people to read” Sara told him as she looked down at her feet. “Pretty much only Mrs. Hollander reads it and her opinions are kind of bias.”
“Can I see some?” Michael asked her.
Biting her lip Sara looked down the hill at the park as it began to empty as darkness was descending upon them. “Trust me I’m, not that good” she assured him.
"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we often might win by fearing to attempt." r32;Michael told her with a smirk.
“You think quoting Shakespeare will get me to let you read it,” she said with a laugh.
“Come on one piece and after that you can kill me and no one will ever know” He said standing in front of the rock Sara sat on. “Please?”
With a sigh and rolling her eyes in defeat she slowly got up off the rock, “Okay one piece, but I don’t have it on me we’ll have to go back to my uncle’s house” she told him.
With a smile and putting his hand out he said, “Lead the way!”