Sunday, 23 December 2012

My Mechanical Heart - Chapter Eight

Well I've got one more chapter present for everyone before Christmas! This week I have Chapter Eight of My Mechanical Heart and as the characters grow closer we're reminded how grateful we can be; and should be for our friends and family. The people who support, love and care for us no matter who we are or what makes up our unique personalities. I feel that this was a strong message that came through in the relationship of Will and Helena. It was unintentional; but a wonderful thing that I have learnt from them and others too.

I know that I'm thankful not just for my stories and characters but most importantly my readers. There's something very irreplaceable in each of you and I wouldn't trade one of you for the world.

Chapter Eight

- Helena Cope -

How many times had Helena locked herself in this closet?
She'd lost count along time a go, but her mind was full of memories where she would stay there for days and read. She wasn't a human so being self-sustained made it all too easy. Back then when she was nothing more than an art piece it was simple. Helena needed nothing more than her books.
But now something was unmistakably different and the hollow place in her that had once been filled with verse would no longer yield to well memorised novel pages. Instead there was an ache within her that felt like some of her vital gears had been removed and even though her mind protested it, Helena knew that Will was the only one ho could fill those desolate spaces.
But how selfish was this?
How could Helena expect William to sacrifice his social life for her?
And in the deepest reaches of her mind, Helena spent most of her time ruminating over what their friendship would mean for Will's future. If things were to progress as Helena wished and Will too, then it would no doubt become and hindrance for his existence.
It was true, people found it too difficult to accept Helena for what she was and with Will's selfless nature she knew he would give up too much for her sake.
She cared for him too much to see that happen.
She loved him too much to watch him do that.
He needed better, he deserved so much more. Even if William failed to presently realise that.
Yes, love. What a strange and complicated thing it was.
In Helena's world where life was a simple black or white matter, love was confusing. Maybe Clarence hadn't been able to put real emotions into her steel heart, but something unculcated happened. Will had done the impossible and in such a deft way that she doubted either of them could ever figure it out.
Sitting with the thoughts of her mind made Helena feel closer to humanity than she had ever been, it reminded her of the complex emotions she would read about so often. It was while she sat amongst these strange companion thoughts that a voice broke through and pierced Helena's bitter reverie.
It was Will, he hadn't left and given up and there was a part of Helena that thrilled at this. That however didn't change how selfish Helena thought it was to cling to William.
"Helena, I'm not leaving without you." He reaffirmed in a strong yet sweet tone.
While that would have been enough reasons for most people to heed his words, Helena found it a great battle of strength.
Slowly getting to her feet, Helena felt the door knob. It quivered under her hand and Helena could hear a soft gasp on the other side of the door. Will no doubt, picking up on the subtle movement.
Fear had controlled Helena through all of her short life and even now the fear of hurting Will made her want to stay in the closet. But the stronger, more human sense of Helena that William had awoken wasn't thinking about fear, she was urged forwards by the strange and foreign sensation of love that so often made people do things that were beyond their comfort zone.
Slowly the door was pushed open by her hand and Helena stood there in front of Will with a forlorn look. She was still inside the closet and as though he was afraid she might retreat again, Will kept a respectful distance between them.
"I love you too Will...but I'm..." she was going to say frightened but before she could and amazing and unexpected thing happened. A warmth rushed through Helena as she was silenced by William's lips pressing against hers softly and yet firm enough that she didn't want to try and protest.
Both of them were stiff, awkward at first while under the influence of this sudden show of emotion. Helena of course had never experienced anything like this and the grand way books described it were nothing compared to it's true splendour. Even before they both eased into a proper kiss, her arms over Will's shoulders and his around her waist, Helena couldn't have found anything to compare with this.
It felt like little sparks were dancing on the edge of her lips and making her feel relaxed and excited all in the same wave of emotion. There were no words between them and Helena wouldn't have had it any other way. The kiss was sweeter than words and she would have traded the pages of a million novels just for this moment to stretch on even a second longer. Watching William so close to her, Helena could examine his eyes with new depth, the rich, dark brown that seemed to go on forever without any end which mesmerised her.
Everything was beautiful in that moment and fear had been chased away by William's gentle care and tender kiss; letting the rest of that day melt away in a blissful daze.


The next day was surrounded by remnants of that same glow which Helena and Will shared through a single kiss.
The whole school noticed it in equal parts of amazement and confusion. Of course, neither Will nor Helena completely understood how strong the power they were under was but it became something they didn't want to fight. Helena certainly didn't want to fight it.
And with the dance that evening she was bright with anticipation to prepare...
Sitting up in her room getting ready, Helena sat before a mirror with Clarence behind her, brushing her messy hair so that it would resemble the distant cousin of a tamed hair-style. He pulled it back and up; pinning it with a decorative black hair comb and sticking what looked like a Victorian hair pin in the bun so that it looked ornate.
"So Helena, what's your dress like?" Clarence asked with the trembling edge to his voice of a nervous father.
He didn't know about the escapade while her and William were Downtown and Helena planned to keep it that way.
"I let Will pick it out." She said, glancing to the bag that she had yet to open. Simply peeking in, Helena saw the colour of the dress which enticed her to heed Will when he asked her not to take it out until she was getting ready.
"I'm sure he picked out something very nice..." Clarence said, one of his curious eyes peeking towards the bag before Helena hopped out of her chair.
"No! You can't see it!" She protested, snapping it up and shooing Clarence out before he could take another look. He was chuckling the whole way out; clearly amused at how she was acting.
The very second Helena closed her bedroom door she commenced to changing from her school clothes and into the dress, very careful not to mess up her hair. She was in such a flurry of excitement that it wasn't until she looked at herself in the mirror that Helena realised what William had done.
There in front of her, staring at her in the mirror was a girl who could have looked pretty; even just a little bit. But the stitches that quilted her shoulder together and mechanical heart in her chest were like a centre piece for everyone to see. The dress didn't hide Helena and her imperfections as she had hoped. Instead it made her prominent and magnified everything that was Helena's essence.
She hated it.
Just as Helena was about to change out of the dress, a gentle knock came on the door.
"Helena, can I see your dress?" It was Clarence.
"No!" Helena protested, heading for the door.
But he was smarter and quicker than Helena. When he threw open the door, she stood like a deer in headlights. Clarence too looked stunned but that quickly shifted into marvel as he looked his piece of artwork from head to toe.
"It's absolutely perfect." He said, approaching Helena and taking one of her hands.
"No it's not!" She growled, pulling her hand away and looking at Clarence with contempt. "It makes me look...ugly! Like myself." She muttered, turning away. "I don't look normal at all." She seethed, feeling angry and betrayed that William wouldn't have chosen a dress she felt comfortable in.
Maybe he didn't truly love her, maybe it was all a big joke. Or maybe he changed his mind and would insult her like all the others.
"I'm not going if I can't be normal." She decided, not letting Clarence get in a word between her flustered statements.
"What's normal?" He finally got to ask, although it was rhetorical question. "Maybe William doesn't want what you think is normal Helena. Maybe that's why he's so happy when he's around you. Maybe, just maybe that's why he picked out that show you that you're beautiful to him exactly the way you are." Clarence's words were sage and gentle but Helena could hardly believe them.
"How would you know that? You're always wrong! You said everyone would love me before and you were wrong then too." She said behind tightly clenched teeth. Clarence however was unfazed and only looked out the window.
"If you don't believe me, why don't you ask Will?" He said softly.
And as if on cue, the doorbell chimed...

Saturday, 15 December 2012

My Mechanical Heart - Chapter Seven

In this week's chapter of My Mechanical Heart...Will does something he never suspected he would do by himself. Go dress shopping. Ah, love is a many splendid thing; it introduces us to our comfort zone and then makes us go past it. But when things like that happen for the sake of another person, maybe we're actually gaining a lot more than we're giving. There's so many ways to look at things and none more complex than love and teenage love at that.

But that's the fun in exploring these things; they're is rarely ever a clear answer. Everyone finds a different perspective, a different angle to see thinks from and each one in it's own respect can be right. That's part of what I love about writing; how it makes me see the world through a so many different minds and eyes. No matter what my opion is, my character's all have a different view and I benefit from it.

That said, enjoy Chapter Seven!

Chapter Seven

- William Auditore -

With Helena locked in a closet, an elderly woman eyeing him contemptuously, time slipping by quickly and everything about their shopping trip practically in ruins...
Will did the only thing he could.
Go dress shopping.
"Helena..." Will said her name softly, trying to coax her out of the closet just once more before he left the old apartment where Helena had once lived. He felt so horrible for ever suggesting they visit the place and now he felt personally responsible for her locking herself away.
Leaning his forehead on the door, William spoke in a hoarse whisper feeling deeply emotional after pleading with Helena.
"...I don't want to go to the dance with anyone else; I don't want anyone else for a friend. Helena, you're not a mistake." Biting his lip, one of William's hand balled into a fist and knocked on the door in vain agony.
"C'mon Helena." There were words on William's lips that he was afraid to say because he so hardly spoke them but it was like there was some sort of force pressing against his lips that couldn't keep them in again. But even in all that it came out in a weak whimper.
"I love you." The words hung in the air for a moment and for a split second Will thought that Helena would be moved enough to open the door.
He stepped away hopefully. Even the woman who had been grunting and making annoying comments the whole time was quiet.
But that's all there was. Silence. Helena didn't even make a sound.
William considered yelling, screaming, getting mad and dramatic because Helena refused to reciprocate his feelings but instead he looked to the woman apologetically.
"...I'll be back soon Ma'am, I'm very sorry for this..." He promised while slipping reluctantly out of the apartment.
Emerging from the brownstone building and onto the sidewalk, the Fall air no longer felt crisp and clean but was chilling William to the bone. He didn't feel any regret for telling Helena what he did but at the same time he was numb. His whole body felt like it was made up of nothing and even if his reason repudiated from that analogy it was the best way Will could describe the feeling.
His Aunt's Shop wasn't far and in his current state Will nearly passed it. But reliable as always his Aunt must have been watching for him. Before he could completely stray away from her store-front, a caring hand reached out and grasped his arm; holding Will back.
"Hey William, weren't you coming to visit me?" She said in her warm voice that always reminded Will of fresh baked cookies and days of being babysat at 'Zia Luciana's House'. She was beautiful and looked a lot like his Mom. In fact she reminded him of her from when he was kid. Relaxed, happy and always there whenever he needed her.
"Sorry..." Will apologised for what felt like the millionth time that day after having to tell the woman he in the apartment how sorry he was.
"Don't worry." His Aunt said reassuringly as she ushered him inside the dress shop.
"Weren't you supposed to have a friend with you?" She asked, obviously humorously surprised to have her nephew visiting her dress shop unaccompanied.
Part of Will wanted to tell the truth and whine to his Aunt. But if he did that then he knew he would certainly start to cry and didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the store's clerks. "She, uh...couldn't make it. So I came to pick it out myself." If will thought his Aunt had been amused before, she was completely floored now.
Her smile was knowing and it made Will blush. "She must be something very special." Luciana's said, a sparkle of romance in her eyes.
Of course she was more right than she would ever know but Will just agreed with a shy nod. "Yeah, I've never met anyone like her." He affirmed.
Moving further into the shop, Will felt out of his element, unsure of what to even recommend that Helena might like. She seemed to wear a lot of striped shirts at school but how would that translate into a pretty dress?
"So, what would your girl like to wear?" His Aunt Luciana asked, fingering a frilly, pink dress that probably would have looked stellar on a girl like Angela in all her gaudy ways.
"Nothing like that..." Will said, assuming what his Aunt thought the girl might be like. "Helena wouldn't like pink. She likes darker colours...and red. " Will said thoughtfully, examining the store's displays.
"Hm..." Luciana seemed puzzled and yet impressed.
"She's kind of pale, pretty tall and skinny." Will continued on explaining.
"Is she one of those popular girls you complain about so often?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.
Will shook his head. "No." He replied.
"I'm proud of you Will." His Aunt said in a pleased tone, leading him over to a rack of dresses in a style that reflected the bag he had gotten for Helena.
His Aunt had seemed to get the idea pretty fast as she held out a dress that would have looked more amazing on Helena than any dress could have ever looked on Angela.
He smiled. It was a sleeveless dress with thin black and white stripes across it which were accented by exaggerated red stitching. There was a thick red ribbon sash across it and Will couldn't imagine anything more perfect.
"It's awesome, Zia!" Will said reaching for the dress. His spirits felt like they were lifting but he stopped himself short realising something. "Sleeveless..." He murmured.
Helena wasn't likely to wear something without sleeves to cover her arm and heart but still this dress seemed so perfect for her.
"Oh, would she like something with sleeves?" Luciana asked, reaching for another dress. Of course, Helena would but Will stopped his aunt.
"She might, but this will look perfect." He decided with conviction. "I'll take that one." Was William's certain decision as he went over to the cash register and paid his aunt for the dress. Of course it was steeply discounted since he was her nephew, for which Will was glad since his allowance wasn't likely to afford the real price of the dress.
With a few more kind words of encouragement from his Aunt and Helena's new dress neatly folded in a bag William started back to the apartment. There were so many thoughts crowding his head that it was hard to get them all straight and he allowed himself to walk slowly back so he could try and get his mind in order.
How much would things change when he went back with the dress? If he was able to get Helena out of her old broom closet would she be able to return his feelings or would she shy away from him as she did with so many other people? And even so, how would that make him feel. He was already starting to feel the nerves of regret stinging the centre of his brain and it was difficult.
Then there was the puzzling way he Aunt had said she was proud of him.
Was it because he wasn't being superficial and doing what people expected or maybe it was the fact that he was becoming the person she knew was part of him; a human that William was just getting acquainted with. And while the walk to the apartment felt so much faster than it should have, William was left with a sense that he was discovering himself in a way that he never would have if he hadn't met Helena. And he wanted to repay the favour, Will only hoped that he hadn't completely destroyed their friendship by telling her that he loved her.
But it was true and he wasn't even sure how it had happened. How he had fallen for this girl whom he thought was so strange was a total mystery. Some people would argue that it was simply a matter how how protective he felt of her; but no that wasn't it. When Helena smiled it made Will feel content, when she was nervous, he wanted to take care of her and most of all there was a great part of him that wanted to complete her in the way she had done for him without realising it.
Yes, this was love and no matter what stood in the future William knew he was better for it.
And as he re entered the apartment to find the closet door still closed he approached it with a new certainty.
"Helena...I've got your dress. If you don't come out I'll have no one to go to the dance with and I'm never leaving this apartment." He said firmly, grasping onto the bag with Helena's dress tightly. Of course he was petrified but there was also a small part of him that had to crack a smile at how comically horrified the elderly woman looked at the idea of him never leaving her apartment.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Sustainability Means a Future of Co-Operatives

I've been very inspired by Co-Operative's sustainable business model, there's something to be said for an enterprise that treats everyone equally in this day and age. So to express my passion and high regard to Co-Operative's across Canada I've written an article to highlight their amazing qualities which deserve be emulated by companies and individuals alike.

"Sustainability Means a Future of Co-oporatives"
Author: M.K.R. Mossey

fourteen letters, six syllables and ten definitions which all boil down to one impact which has had a global reach almost unmatched by any other concept. Derived from the Latin word sustinere which means "to hold up", sustainability calls to mind the idea of our current actions supporting a positive future for generations to come. Co-operative enterprises strive to hold up their communities with equality, dignity and a conscious effort to be responsible for their members. They become the foundation on which strong communities are built and set up pillars of strength to support the longevity of those who work with and for each other through member-ownership.

In a world where humans have become numbers and massive corporations base their decisions upon money it's no wonder much of society has become disjointed. Taking the typical desultory ways of decision making and turning them into a democratic practise, each person sees them self of the same irreplaceable value. Like any well-operating machine all parts are of equal need, Co-operatives make this point clear through non-discrimination and total inclusion regardless of a member-owner's social or economical status.

Granting stewardship to each person who obtains membership in Co-operatives is a type of ingenuity which should be emulated. As a model of solidarity in uncertain times, Co-operatives tackled the challenges of days gone by and are empathetically embracing their members during the shaky economic standing of modern times. Through the seven co-operative principles each brand of the Co-op companies fulfil their members' present needs while giving forward into the future.

To join a Co-operative or Credit Union means more than adding yourself to a proud number of member-owners. It states a steadfast commitment to your Co-operative family, a group of people who are in like mind on the journey of raising fortified towns and communities. Each new member-owner becomes a building block whom can be built upon and simultaneously held up by fellow members. Human value is realised greatly when people understand the significance of their actions, when they feel needed and have a true feeling of comradery. Through connecting people via different Co-operative enterprises their worth is realised and all walks of life come together in fellowship while bridging the gaps which typically would separate them. Simply put, a member-ownership is a gift which cannot be marked by mere monetary value, the investment in a Co-operative membership means a long-lasting impact which lives on in both life and legacy.

So we can understand through the scope of Co-operative's well-principled, inclusive and community sustaining business model that there is more to a company than simple accumulation of profit. Co-operative's see their profit and find gratification through the impact they can leave on individuals, communities and even reach for the betterment of the developing world. As an organization which finds it's life-blood in people, there can be observed a unique method which has yet to be embraced by the corporate world. Looking into the past we see how Co-operatives thrive, facing forward into new generations I see a model for the future where leadership is sustained by the very foundation philosophies of Co-operatives. It does not take any stretch of the imagination to find how Co-operatives can continue to build a better world. The foundation has been laid by principles, the frame-work by dedicated communities and each member, brick by brick help to build up an ever growing, never ending enterprise of legendary proportion.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

My Mechanical Heart - Chapter Six

As we get deeper and deeper in the beautiful holiday season, we also venture further into my Vaughan Weekly Serial Story "My Mechanical Heart". I feel that this chapter is a real turning point in the story and parts of it I waited patiently to write since it contains some of my earliest concepts.

I won't say much more than read on...but know that a piece of Helena's past lies ahead.

Chapter Six

-Helena Cope-

Helena's gears were left spinning; literally, from Will's show of courage at the school the day before. He had made her so proud not just since protecting her but standing up for himself.
The first day they had met, Helena perceived that there was a whole lot more under his surface than even her own. And while he did find adjusting to people ignoring him difficult, she was there for Will.
Some students had even approached them at their lunch table and expressed that they thought he was right and that Helena was okay. Maybe William didn't have as many people staring at him, but Helena noticed that he was happy and that, to her logic, seemed a lot more important that popularity.
And now that the weekend had arrived her and William were taking the bus Downtown Toronto. Helena was excited and nervous all at the same time, she wanted to hope that Will was right and that he could prove she was beautiful.
Not just for their classmates but for her sake.
This time when she heard the doorbell ring it didn't seem like the first sound of the apocalypse but instead the cheerful greeting it was always meant to be.
"Will's here!" She exclaimed, running down the stairs and grabbing the doorknob from Clarence.
Flinging open the door there was a broad smile on her face.
"Don't worry Mr. Cope, I'll make sure we stay out of trouble." Will said reassuringly, a laugh cracking his lips.
The expression on her Father's face didn't seem to exude anything further than trust though as he waved them to go.
On that note they took their leave.
There was a great need to switch buses many times on the way Downtown and Helena was enthralled by all the people who tried to avoid one another on the same bus. Even if they were sitting beside each other.
As building after building passed by them and grew increasingly larger, so did Helena's eyes. She seemed almost too interested in visiting her old neighbourhood and when she looked over at William, it seemed like something was bothering him. Like there was something on his mind that he needed to say.
"Will?" Helena asked, gingerly prodding his side with her finger.
"Helena, do you...know what you were created for?" He asked quite suddenly before adding a regretful. "Sorry."
Helena didn't mind though, she had in fact pondered this thought many times and besides knowing she was Clarence's art project she hadn't found a real purpose for herself.
"No...I'm sorry." She finally answered.
"Don't be." Will replied. "You shouldn't have to know." He decided.
"Do you know why you were created, Will?" Helena returned the question quizzically.
There was intense thought knit in William's brow that made Helena wrinkle her nose as she watched him. But when he finally thought of an answer his face dropped a bit.
"No..." He admitted, shaking his head. "I guess I haven't figured it out yet." Will admitted, smiling ironically at Helena.
She returned the smile and squeezed her friend's hand. "Then we're not so different...I suppose." She said softly, considering the fact and feeling just a little more human for it.
It was after that moment of quiet thought between that two that a bell on the bus dinged, the vehicle coming to a halt, doors sliding open.
"Oh, hey!" Will said, looking up at the street in front of them. "That's us." He exclaimed, grabbing Helena's hand, the two of them dashing off of the bus before they could be whisked further Downtown Toronto than they needed to be.
The dress shop wasn't on the bus route, so they had a little ways to walk through the inner-city to reach it. It wasn't so far though and on a clear, crisp Autumn day it was a real pleasure.
Turning into a side street which was lined with small artisan shops and tiny artist owned galleries.
Helena watched their windows with saddened meditation.
Each little gallery they passed by made her stiffen more and Will seemed aware of her tension as he stayed reverently silent. But when Helena froze in front of one of the more impressively designed studios, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"What is it, Helena?" Will asked with soft concern.
She wanted to look at him, she really did. But it was impossible to look anywhere but through that window where Helena could see happy patrons admiring the various pieces of artwork present.
It was a trance-like state but somewhere inside herself Helena found her voice and dragged it out for William's sake.
"This was the last place we visited..." Helena mumbled.
"Wh-what?" Will asked, taking the chance to look away from Helena and into the art gallery.
"When Clarence and I lived downtown, when he created me...I was his piece of art and he had a dream for me. I was going to live in a Gallery, I would make people marvel at the ability of modern art and they would be inspired. So he made appointments with as many places as possible. We would visit the galleries and Clarence would present me. I would walk, talk and even of my own." Helena would have continued but Will cut her off in surprise.
"You paint?" He asked in excitement.
"Not anymore..." Helena said in a discouraged tone. "I remember smiling all the time in those days. Clarence told me that I would be loved by everyone...but he was wrong. No one loved me. They told him that I was hideous...unnatural." Looking down at the sidewalk, Helena sighed.
"A mistake." Placing her palm on the window Helena's tone was tremulous. "So he kept making adjustments, convinced that everything would be okay." Helena winced at the memory. "That's how my arm got this way...and my lip..." Fingers slipping down the window, Helena left no mark there as a human would have. "But no matter what he did no one would love me. No one would accept me and nothing could fix me. I was so hurt by how everyone reacted that all I wanted to do was take my books and hide in my closet." Helena felt bad for dumping her past on Will but at the same time it felt good to tell someone. Not just someone, but William Auditore who she wanted to share her history with.
"They were wrong though." William asserted, taking Helena's hand and leading her away from the art gallery. "You know that, don't you?" He asked with innocence and a great measure of belief in his own words.
The discouraged look that Helena offered in return was clearly not convinced of Will's words. Another turn lead the two teens down a street of brownstone buildings.
"We're a block away from the shop. My aunt owns it and she'll help us find the perfect dress." William explained in a cheerfully strained tone.
But his words were on deaf ears as Helena stopped once more; this time in front of a brownstone building. William was pulled to a halt alongside her, staring up at the four story historic apartment house.
"What's this place?" William asked, looking at Helena in silent understanding that it held significance.
"This is where we lived." Helena said plainly, her voice drained of it's emotion.
"You're closet?" Will pressed with an eyebrow raised.
"Mmhmm." Helena nodded slowly. Silence was their companion for a long few seconds and even the traffic seemed hushed.
"Why don't we ask if you can see it again, would you like that Helena?" Will asked tentatively.
At the suggestion, Helena felt like her gears had all frozen. She wasn't sure what to say but looked to Will, squeezed his hand and nodded in a very small way.
"I suppose I would..." She admitted.
Will smiled at her and lead the two up the steps to the building. After some convincing to the woman on the other end of the security system and a little bit of pleading on Will's part they made in it in and were greeted by an elderly woman at the door of Helena and Clarence's old apartment.
"What do you children want?" She asked in a wily tone. "I've already bought cookies, chocolate bars and given out Halloween Candy this year..." She complained with one hand on her hip and another on her cane.
"Uh no, no..." Will said nervously. "I was just hoping that my friend her could see her nook. She's a bit homesick." He said to the testy woman.
Grunting, the lady shookreading nook here." She said with an added. "Humph."
"It's the broom closet." Helena explained, peeking over the woman's hunched shoulders.
The lady gave them a scrutinising look before moving out of the door way. "Don't take anything." She warned, ushering the teens inside.
William let Helena go in first, walking slowly behind her, giving her some space. She wandered around a little aimlessly at first picturing everything the way it had been before. "It's not so different..." She commented under her breath.
"There's something strange about her." She heard the woman whisper to Will, but Helena ignored it as she saw her prize. The worn wooden door of her old broom closet, the one place in the world where she felt safe and content. Opening it cautiously, there was a lone broom sitting in the corner.
"Is that it?" Will asked, looking inside.
"Yeah." Helena replied, pointing out some of the illustration carvings she had made inside the door.
"They're really nice..." Will said, running his fingers along the graven images.
Helena didn't say anything, but smiled at Will. She looked into his eyes for a moment and then gently pulled the door out of his hand slipping inside the closet. She stood in there for a moment before closing it and staring up at the light bulb above her head. Her mind swam with thoughts that had been present since that day Will came after her at the Library.
And she locked the door from the inside with a soft click.
Everything was quiet on the other side until William seemed to be scuffing his feet uncertainly.
"Hey Helena...we better go get that dress now." He said in his endearing voice.
But Helena steeled her mind to it and did what she felt was best. "Go away William, it's better. I'm staying're better off that way. Take someone else to the dance. Someone pretty, normal...someone human. Just go away William. GO AWAY!"