A/N: Yes, this is 'Ripples' edited – new title: 'Pendulum'. I didn't like how it all started, sort of like the first chapter was so detached from how the story was progressing. I finally figured out where I'm all going with this. Hope you still like it. Oh, and, aside for a few tweaks I made in the 2nd an 3rd chapters, they're both pretty much still the same. Please don't forget to review… I'd really appreciate a feedback.


by Megan Ariano

When everything's the same
And nothing ever changes
Will you fall back into me?

Fall Back Into Me by David Cook

Prologue. Contemplation

I was shocked when he suddenly took my face in his hands.
He said he'd protect me from whatever it is that was after me.

I couldn't react.

His eyes burrowed into mine, a serious look on his face.

At that moment, two things finally made sense.
One: He was in love with me.
And two: I felt the exact, same way.

I was like a pendulum, in perpetual, oscillating motion.

But no matter what happens, I knew there's going to be only one way for me.
And that's
right back to him..

I was vaguely aware of the state my body was in. My arms were limped and my feet were cold. My head spun that even the slightest attempt at thinking made it throb in pain.

The darkness made me open my eyes in slight panic. I still couldn't see. Whether it was too dark to make out anything or I hadn't really opened my eyes, I couldn't say. All I could make out was the distant droning in my ear. I didn't know where it was coming from either.

I was at least glad that I could still feel myself breathing. The slow rising and falling of my chest was the only thing that assured me that I was still, somehow, alive. Not being able to see or feel anything wasn't really the most comforting of situations. I couldn't even tell whether my skin touched anything.

It surprised me that I wasn't hyperventilating yet.

I concentrated on the one thing I had access on – the distant droning. It sounded like something was continuously vibrating beside me. On the other hand, there was still the possibility that the buzzing was because of the total absence of sound. Again, I couldn't tell which.

My curiosity was satisfied when the sound started to grow louder, like the source was coming closer – approaching me in a graceful and slow manner.

It didn't bother me. On the contrary, it comforted me in an unusual, inexplicable way.

Slowly, it started to sound more like chanting.

At first, I couldn't make out what the voices were saying. Nothing made sense. It was like a murmur within a crowd, the kind no one was supposed to understand.

I started to feel frustrated. The voices did not comfort me the way it had when it was still mere droning.

Suddenly, there was a distinct sound. It was a word that made perfect sense to me.


I was like an animal, reacting to a word that I was trained to respond to – my name.

My body jerked as the voices repeated the words in my ear. My once limped arms shot up then went back to my sides. My cold feet suddenly felt like they burning – a like I was standing on red-hot coals.

It was a strange feeling. It was like I felt my body moving but didn't really feel the tug from my arms and legs – like I could feel my feet burning but I couldn't feel the pain. There were no right words to describe it.

My name rang clearer and clearer by the second. The voices slowly decreased in number until there was only one voice that called me.


It sounded firmer than before.


This time, I could tell that it was calling me.


I knew the voice. But I couldn't seem to come up with a name for it.


The voice sounded sad – sorry. It sounded like it was apologizing to me. As if it was telling me one, final goodbye.

My instincts told me not to let the voice go. It told me that I should hold on to it as if my life depended on its existence.

And then, I could feel my eyes slowly opening. This time, I was sure it was for real.

For the first time, I knew what I felt was pain. It was stabbing me hard in the chest. It felt heavy – like a treasure chest had been placed above my ribs, crushing them.


The voice was faint now. It was leaving me.

I knew I wouldn't be able to stop it anymore. I was too late.

"I love you."