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Images Of Broken Light

.	Images Of Broken Light An original Fan Fiction by Kirstin Chapter 1 "So, what do ya think?" An emerald-eyed girl laid in grass looking around carefully, taking in all the sights and sounds around her. She twisted her head around to see in back of her, causing her auburn pig-tails to brush against her cream colored skin of her neck. He long, smooth fingers ran through the long grass. She closed her eyes, and took a big breath. Having just taken in all the scents of the country, she let out a deep sigh. She opened her eyes, and smiled. "It'll have to do." She said, trying not to seem too happy. But, alas...she could hide her excitement. "May I go in the house?" She smiled, showing her pearly-white teeth. Her freckles seemed to shimmer in the country sunlight. "Yes, Tabitha." Her father smiled. He hadn't seen Tabitha this happy in a long time, and it was a very comforting sight to see. Tabitha couldn't help but smile as she entered the door. Even the house smelled of fresh air! Running her cream-colored hands over the oak staircase made her giggle with glee. She hadn't been this happy since she was 10. Since her mother had died. Shea Barton had been a native of Scotland, but had grown bored with her life, and moved to America when she was just 18. Little did she know that love was awaiting there for her. Owen Vondrea had been a native of England, but he as well had grown bored with his life. He moved to America when he was 22, and fell in love with a little Auburn-haired Scottish girl: Shea. They soon were married, and had a daughter: Tabitha Lynn Vondrea. But 10 years later, Shea was killed by a drunk driver while laying in the grass of the Vondrea's front yard. It was always a habit of hers...laying in the grass. She just couldn't help it. She loved nature ever since she was born...And she had passed that little trait down to Tabitha. Having seen the accident, Tabitha was devastated. It had been 8 years since Tabitha had been truly happy... Her father had decided it was time to move. And he had decided to move to Scotland...the homeland of his true love. Being in her mother's homeland made her feel less empty. And she was starting to realize why her mother loved nature so much. It was absolutely beautiful! The light from the window next to the staircase fell onto Tabitha's face. The glow felt like kisses of warmth against her skin, making her smile even more. How could her mother have ever wanted to leave this place? Looking up the stairs, she noticed she had much more to venture onto. Quickly galloping up the oak steps, she reached the second story of the house. Running through the brightly lit hallway, she peaked into each room. Each door had been opened already, and so she just stuck her head into the room, taking a quick glance. Tabitha skipped down the hallway, getting used to just poking her head in the rooms. THUMP! Tabitha fell back on to the carpeted hallway, and rubbed her forehead. She looked up, still massaging her head, and noticed that this door was different. It was closed.

.	"Well! What is this?" She said in her very-American accent. Quite unhappy with the bump starting to appear on her forehead, Tabitha jumped up and yanked at the doorknob. The door jerked open, with a slight creak. Tabitha had been expecting it to be harder to get into the room, but apparently, she was quite wrong. Surprised, Tabitha pushed upen the door even more, and peeked her head inside. Light shone through a pair of floral, yellow shades. As she stepped more inside the room, she found a wooden bed with floral designs cut into it. It was a beautiful light pine color, and the light seemed to make it look as if it was glistening. Spider webs hung from the corners of the room, and dust covered everything. The walls had been painted a very light blue, almost seeming white. The boards of the floor slighly made a squeaking sound as Tabitha stepped on each one. Over in the corner of the room, there was a white chest. On it, there had been painted little flowers, and even some fairies. It seemed so whimsical...so fantasising... Curiousity overwhelmed the girl. She couldn't control her hand reaching out to open the lid...what was in there? "Should I?" she said to herself. But it was too late to question herself, for her hand was already lifting up the lid. Bracing herself, and taking a deep breath, she quickly threw open the trunk. The lid hit the wall, and caused a storm of dust to rise out of the mysterious box. Coughing, Tabitha waved her arms around to clear the mist of particles floating through the air. She knelt down, and looked into the chest. "Could it be?" Tabitha peered in. She took the object in her hands, and tried her best to rub all the dust off of it. Yes...yes it was! There in the little floral trunk lay a guitar...a guitar signed "John Lennon".

.	Chapter 2 "Wow..." is all Tabitha could say as she gazed at the dust covered guitar. Taking the bottom of her cotton shirt, she softly wiped off all the particles that had been covering the object. Carefully setting the object in her lap, Tabitha turned towards the light coming from the huge windows. As the light hit the honey colored guitar, the wood seemed to glow. Watching the light hit the guitar almost seemed like a flower being greated by the warm sun after a dark and cold night. The beams of light from the windows shone through the strings, tempting Tabitha to make them vibrate. Not being able to hold back from the temptation, Tabitha ran her long fingers over the stings. Instantly, a beautiful chord came out, almost as if it had been brand new. The pitches were perfect. It was just so perfect. Looking at the bottom of the guitar, she examined the signature. Tracing her fingers over each letter, a feeling of electricity ran through her body. A thrill shot through her body, giving her a slight rush. It just had to be genuine. But the print was so fresh looking...how could it be real? Unless the chest had preserved it? It was so dark...just like it had been written yesterday! Tabitha traced her creme colored fingers over the dark print again. A thrill ran through her body once again. Goosebumps started to appear over her long arms. "It has to be real!" she smiled, showing her pearly teeth. Hugging the guitar against her body, she stood up. There, in another corner of the room, was a huge mirror. Placing the guitar on the bed, Tabitha walked slowly over to it, her bare feet making the floor creak even more. Standing in front of it, she gazed at the image of a girl. Creme-colored skin, auburn hair in braids, emerald eyes, skinny, and tall. Freckles were dusted across her cheeks like stars in the sky. Dressed in a white cotton shirt with lace around the neck line, and a white 'hippie' skirt, Tabitha stood in front of the mirror, gazing at herself. People were always telling her how much she looked like her mother...she just wanted to look like Tabitha. She gave a sigh and looked deeply into the mirror, almost trying to find herself. Suddenly realizing that she had been looking at herself for quite sometime, she turned around and picked up the guitar. Looking back into the mirror, she smiled. "Well, well! Don't I look like a rock star?" she laughed, as she strummed some chords on the guitar. "Tabby!!!!" a muffled voice came from the outside. It was Tabitha's father calling for her to come and assist him with something he was carrying.

.	Placing the guitar down on the bed, Tabitha ran over to the window. Each little movement made the floor creak as she ran over to the largewindows. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." She rolled her eyes, as the floor kept on making little sounds. Opening the thin window shades, Tabitha realized that the glass objects weren't windows, but doors. Opening the pine doors, she stepped out onto what seemed to be a balcony. The balcony had been painted white many years ago, and the paint appeared to be peeling off. Covering the remaining white paint was ivy. Curling in and out of the railings of the balcony, the ivy seemed so graceful. And the light made the dew dance on it's leaves. "This is going to be my room." Tabitha said, beaming. She didn't want to move to Scotland at first, but now, she was falling in love with it. "Tabby!" her father yelled. "Yes?" Tabitha said looking down from the balcony. "Oh! There you are!" he said smiling. She had clearly found her way through the house quite fine. "I need you to come and take some of your boxes full of your "oh so special" junk!" He said sarcasticly. "It is not junk, father!" she said, laughing. He winked up at her as she turned to come and get her boxes of Beatles items. He shook his head looking in at all of the items. They could only bring a few items, and she chose to bring all of her Beatles stuff! Her mother's love for the 'fab four' had clearly been passed onto Tabitha. Of course, how could she not know and love the Beatles? She had been listening to them her whole life! Even as a baby, Shea would play Beatles music for her. Owen let out a sigh as he remembered Shea...he missed her deeply. "Woohoo!" Tabitha giggled as she looked up at her father, who had been day dreaming. "Oh! You caught me!" He laughed. "Here's your stuff, Tabby." He held out all of her box for her to take, but instead she just stood there with her hands behind her back. "What are you up to?" He said, looking at her puzzled. Before coming down the oak stairs, Tabitha had grabbed the guitar. It was too special to not show her dad. "Look! It's so wonderful, isn't it?!" she grinned, as she handed the special object to her father. Tabitha stood there, waiting for her dad to say something...but instead, all he did was look at it. His expression seemed puzzled as he looked up at his daughter. "Yes, Tabitha. It's a guitar..." he said, looking at her, clearly not knowing what to say. "You already have one...remember? We packed it with. "And it is brand new...this one is...old. Why is it so wonderful?" Looking at his daughter, he could tell that he wasn't the only confused one. "No wows, dad?" she said, disappointed. Tabitha walked through the tall, green grass to her father. Looking up at the guitar in his hands, she could clearly see....it had changed. Looking where the John Lennon signature had been, she could see a faint signature where a dark one had just been. "But...it was...." she said, staring at the signature and pointing to it. "Oh wow! I see it now!" Her dad exclaimed. "You must have really good eyes, Tabby! Or it must be that obsession in you!" he winked. "I would've never found that. That's really special! You better keep hold of that old thing!" he smiled. "Yeah...better keep hold of that...old...thing." she said, dragging out her words. Taking the guitar out of her dad's hands, she gave a weak smile. "You ok?" he said, looking concerned. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired from the trip." she said, giving another weak smile. "Oh! I'll move everything else! You go rest in that room up there. I suspect it's yours now." He smiled. "Ok...I'll do that." she winked, and walked away with the guitar in hand. Her mind was just playing tricks on her...it had to be......Or was it? "What's going on?" Tabitha said, sitting in front of the mirror... She looked down at the guitar. The signature was dark black.