Decided to have some fun with this one. In this story will be found the titles of 28 songs by the group ABBA. See how many you can find. Good Luck!
Saturday September 13, 1986 10:17PM The day before you came.
After a long, hot shower and some food, and probably more beer than I'd like to admit, I crashed into bed. I'd spent the day helping a friend move into his new apartment, he didn't even feed me...typical! "You owe me one." I'd told him, yeah, that'll never happen. I flip on my stereo, clamping my head into a set of VERY expensive headphones and try to drown my loneliness and disappointment. I let the music speak, hoping to soothe my aching soul, even if only briefly. "She has to be out there somewhere." I thought to myself. "I can almost see her in my mind. Why can't I find her?" As usual, I fall asleep, alone, tears staining my cheeks.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. 28, reasonably attractive (so I've been told), good job, nice apartment, tons of friends. That's the problem, friends. Quite a few of them are female, attractive and available and I've asked them out, but I'm just good ol' Wil, their friend. Need a ride to work, call Wil. Moving, call Wil. Need something done that's really unpleasant and you don't want to do it, call Wil. You get the picture. I'm more of an appliance than a person. Sometimes I feel like the only reason I have any friends is because I never say no. They're not even aware of how I feel, I just smile and suck it up. I've kicked myself for years, vowing that this is the last time, but I cave whenever anyone asks. God, I hate myself sometimes.
I drag my ass out of bed around 9AM, make an attempt at breakfast and prepare myself for another stimulating day of doing absolutely nothing. Well, maybe not nothing, but whatever it is, there's a 100% chance I'll be doing it alone, unless one of my 'friends' needs something.
As the weather is still decent, I break out my bike and take a ride in a local park. I like the outdoors, and it does brighten my mood.
Just as the bike trail crosses a walking trail, a body appears ahead of me. There is no way I can avoid hitting them, so I swerve hard right and hope for the best. I clip the person, knocking them down and I crash in a heap, landing with a loud thud, the breath knocked out of me.
"Are you OK?" A nervous voice asks. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Yeah, I think so." I groan, mentally taking inventory.
As I sit on the ground, recovering, I notice the cause of the collision, a young woman. She's 5'5" or so, curvy, but not in a bad way. No doubt about it, she's cute, brilliant hazel/green eyes, but the most interesting thing is the look on her face. "Are YOU OK?" I ask, puzzled.
"I-I've never seen...It's you...I found...OH!" She sputters, blushing, then stands and runs back into the walking trail.
"Hey, wait!" I call after her, but she's gone before I can collect myself. "Well shit!" I mutter. She seemed to be uninjured, but I would have liked to make sure.
I finish my ride, then return home. After showering off the dust and grass stains from my little tumble, I decide to have dinner at my favorite Mexican place, Casa Fernando. I still can't shake the image of the woman I ran into and how she reacted. She was strange, but I feel like there's something more going on. Guess it's not worth losing sleep over, I'll probably never see her again anyway.
I'm a regular at the Mexican place, so everybody knows me. "Hey Wil." Gina, my favorite waitress says. "The usual?"
I nod, smiling. I like Gina, she reminds me of my favorite aunt.
My food appears shortly thereafter, and I dig in. As I'm chewing on an unusually large mouthful, someone slides into the booth next to me.
"Hello again." A familiar voice says. "Sorry I took off in such a hurry."
Swallowing hard to clear my mouth, I turn my head and see the girl I ran into earlier. "It's you..."
She grins. "That's the job I'm best qualified for."
I chuckle. "I didn't even get to ask if you were OK."
"Actually, you did." She giggled. "I ran away before I answered you. As good as new."
"I remember now." I admitted. "What was that all about?"
She frowned. "I'll tell you, but it'll freak you out. It freaks everybody out."
"I'm pretty hard to rattle." I said.
I saw her eyes twinkle and she smiled. "I saw your aura."
"Aura?" I questioned. "What...?"
"It's your inner light, if you will." She explained. "And yours is the brightest I've ever seen, it kinda shocked me."
"So what does this 'aura' mean?" I inquired, curiously.
"It means people will be drawn to you, you're a pure soul, kind and loving." She said. "But on the down side, people tend to take advantage of you because you can't say no."
I sat dumbfounded. How could she know?
"And in case that's not enough, I know things about you, little things." She frowned again. "Things I shouldn't, and I don't know why, but I do."
"Like?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. At this point I wasn't sure if she was serious or crazy, or maybe seriously crazy.
"Your name is...Wil...Will something, maybe William, I'm not completely sure." She nearly whispered. "And you are desperately lonely despite being surrounded by friends."
I wasn't sure whether to be impressed or scared. My name, well she could have asked anyone here, they all know me, but the lonely part. Maybe I'm just easy to read. My momma said she always knew how I felt just by looking at me. Lucky guess?
"I see you don't believe me." She sighed. "How would you feel if I told you you already know my name?"
"Skeptical." I replied.
She started singing softly.
Down in the street, they're all singing and shouting
Staying alive though the city is dead
Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter
While you are crying alone on your bed.
"I have no idea what the song is or who sang it." She explained. "I just hear it in my head. Tell me what it is."
My mouth fell open. I knew the song she was singing. It was obscure. I'd never heard it on the radio, but I own the album that it's on and listen to it frequently, as well as every other album done by the group. ABBA.
"'Cassandra'." I answered. "Is that your name?"
She nodded. Just for added proof, she held up her drivers license. Cassandra Phillips. A cold chill ran up my spine and I shivered.
"Freaked out yet?" She sighed. "Most people run by now."
"I'm getting there." I answered honestly. "How...?"
"All the women in my family can do this to some degree or another." She admitted. "It's just something we do, we generally don't talk about it, but when I saw your aura, I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd found someone I could talk to. This is an awful burden sometimes. Being able to share who I am with someone..." She started crying softly.
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In another time, people like Cassandra Phillips were feared, even reviled by other, less capable humans. Eons ago, this ability, coded in their DNA was a useful survival mechanism. Over the millennia, as humans learned to communicate by other methods, the ability became a liability. Those without it were frightened and seeking to alleviate that fear, persecuted the gifted. If they were lucky, they were exiled, forced to live on the edges of society. The unlucky ones were captured and usually killed. Remember the Salem witch trials? Now, in a new millennium, they were no longer in fear of their lives. They were generally seen as 'crazy but harmless' and left to their own devices.
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While I'd never encountered someone like Cassandra before and honestly, she scared the shit out of me. I believed her. She had no reason to lie to me and even if she did, why choose something so outrageous and improbable?
I put my arm around her, hugging her carefully as she regained her composure. "I don't know what to think right now, but I'm not going anywhere." I reassured.
"Really?" She smiled weakly.
I nodded. "I have to ask, how did your Dad take the news when your Mom told him, I assume she told him?"
"She did." Cassandra frowned again. "I've never met him, Mom won't even tell me his name. He ran."
"I'm so sorry." I said. "I didn't mean to..."
"It's OK." She assured. "Can't really miss what you never had."
"Look, I don't have your...whatever you want to call it." I chided. "But even I know that's bullshit."
"Busted." She blushed, burying her face in my chest. "It hurts, but it's beyond my control."
"Still a dick move if you ask me." I growled.
Just then, Gina appeared. "Wil, does your friend want to order anything?"
Cassandra nodded and placed an order. We sat and ate as I stared into her eyes.
"What?" She grinned.
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, Angeleyes." I observed. "I find myself getting a bit lost in them."
She blushed. "Mom always told me the eyes would tell you everything you needed to know about someone, if you knew how to read them. What do you see in mine?"
I studied her for a bit before I spoke. Not because I couldn't see anything, but because I could and I wanted to make sure I understood what I saw. "Sorrow, hope, humor, longing, some anger, but not much, but what I see most is love, not giving, but wanting, yearning for unconditional love and the fear you will never find it."
Her face went blank and tears welled in her eyes. She had to look away. "You're better than you know. She said you'd be able to read me like a book."
"Who?" I asked.