Some people say you can move on from trauma, you can move on from the feelings those people made you feel. But what most bottle up about this trauma, is that it'll haunt you until the day you die. Every moment, every wound, every vile comment, and while everyone else is living painlessly and perfectly, your stuck in that never ending movie of how tragic your life is and always will be."Dinner", I heard Nolan knock on the door, as I quickly flipped the box of my little knick knacks under my bed. I couldn't let them see what was in this ever so discrete box, that was labeled as a new pair of soccer cleats."Coming", I yelled out hoping the door wouldn't fling open and Nolan would sit here with me as he asked me what was under my bed that I kept in a box. How could I describe the contents of this box in anyway where they would understand it?I took the box back out, flipping underneath it to the photo I hated the most. It was him, my tormentor and previously my fa
"Mel, let's go", Natalie said as she was standing in the doorway and I was still stuck on him, the sight of him, how I hated how awful this car ride would be. I should've gone with Nolan. I followed Natalie out of the door and locked up as he waited for me to finish. He knew the damage he was doing and he enjoyed it so much. He walked side by side down the driveway, each step I took he took as well. The sound of our footprints matched, almost like a march and I couldn't stand it, I quickly hurried to catch up with Natalie. "I think it's best if I stayed home", I whispered to Natalie and she looked at me utterly confused, and looked back at the boy who walked slyly behind me. She slipped into the front seat, as I dreaded sitting in the back seat with him. He rushed to the side and opened the door for me, smirking his famous jaw. This was all just an act, a simple act, he was the devil in disguise, and he knew it. He had the confidence to be whoever he wanted, and today it was a ge
My pencil rolled off my desk ever so smoothly, but I didn't even bother to pick it up I was still lost in space about what had happened yesterday, I couldn't get a blink of sleep.How did this happen to me?How did I get drawn into this mess of sorts?When I had first met Lola, I thought she would be my best friend until we drifted apart, but never something like this. She was sweet and caring when I met her, now it's all about dragging the next person down."Your exam, Miss Clemente", Mr. Kelvin, asked as he slid the paper off and told me I was free to go, considering the class was the last of the day.I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the room just as I spotted my favorite taunter, I ducked my head below, hoping that he wouldn't see me, I couldn't take his taunts any longer.He was in a group of people, again smoking in the garden, but the flame went out as he made his way inside, he really did want to die.What was the reason that p
The ruckus caused by those harmful and untrue rumors just two days ago, had now calmed down as people spoke about the summer bash and the last day of finals which decided for some if they failed or passed.I was then again, at my cornered locker, people watching and making sure a whole group of eyes wouldn't dart towards me at the same time. That's when I saw her, gallivanting over. There was no one beside her, and she was heading straight towards me. Lola waved slightly as I shut my locker and kept walking in the opposite direction. Yet I heard her shoes clacking behind me to catch up."Hey wait up", she hollered and I stopped in my tracks, hoping that she wasn't pretending like nothing had happened.She caught up to me and we continued walking as she began speaking, about her day and her chemistry exam that was the hardest thing she'd ever done. She spoke as if just 2 days ago, she didn't cause a whole scene over a false rumor, and yesterday I knew she was all about
"Fuck, we've gotta go", he said running further into the woods, pulling me with him. His hand latched onto my forearm, pulling me whichever way he swayed."Where are we going?", I asked after he had slowed down, his hand still attached to mine."My mom's cabin is down here", he said, pushing branches that fell in our way, I had hoped he wasn't lost in the woods that would soon become pitch dark."You have a cabin here, I thought that was yours, where the party was?", I asked just out of curiosity."That's Liam's, my mom's cabin is right over the bend here", he said clearing the situation up, and I nodded my head still shocked with how I had even came to this party tonight."So we're laying low here, Liam grabbed my car when he left from the back entrance so the cops wouldn't run the plates, he'll drop it off tomorrow", the cabin soon approached in the middle of the clearing.The cabin was more like a real life mansion, it was large and strikingly
I couldn't sleep that night, when could I ever sleep, those clothes that Dallas had let me borrow taunted me. The smell lingered on them strongly, even if I had stuffed them into my closet, or threw them out the window, well then I would never see them again, making for a complicated apology to Dallas.How was I even supposed to give the clothes back to him? This was becoming to much to think about, but that smell was fogging my whole mind, I'm just glad Natalie hadn't come in, she would've smelt it for sure.I couldn't let these clothes smell on, so I would wash them. Hopefully when I gave them back to him, it wouldn't smell like a flower field. I fumbled the clothes into a grocery bag, I had lying around and slyly slipped out of the room, hoping no one was awake.Luckily the lights were off, as I made my way downstairs. Natalie had gone to sleep after we had watched movie after movie, because Nolan was gone on some business trip he was supposed to be back al
I spent days searching the house for my lost necklace, I had come to the hopeless conclusion of just assuming it would be at Dallas's or buried in the soil we raced through.Luckily no one else had noticed the necklace was on my neck and now it wasn't, what they had noticed was my frequent looking. Natalie had come to me asking what I was looking for a million times. I couldn't tell her it was the necklace it would break her heart, she prized mom's things so much. Her trust for me would be gone, I knew it would she had trusted me with a necklace that she loved.Meanwhile during that time, people had been coming in and out of the house all helping prepare for the event. I had hoped that with everyone here, someone might casually find the necklace, but no one had. And I had already searched the whole house, this necklace was no where to be found. And the conclusion that it was at Dallas's scared me, who knows where it is now."Melly, I ordered pizza for everyone,
The hail kept powdering down the street, as we heard the bouts of laughter from downstairs, yet the silence between us was unforeseeable."You read?", he asked tapping the books that lined my bedside table, towering high. A certain stack of books, were in this stack one that he couldn't see, that I didn't want him to see. He flips through the books as I race over, hoping he would get the memo and stop, but he passed by the books noticing them all, his face turned sour."These are my father's books", he staid squeamish at that fact, and I didn't know how to say the rest. His father was any interesting person, and his books were a work of art. His words flowed so intricately and passion-filled. That I couldn't help but admire, and read the rest of the books."I saw them, at the cabin", I stumbled on the words as he looked through them, at my simple annotations. A book that good, and that I had so many thoughts about needed to be written down, so the margins were filled