'Keep thinking I seeing water You playing tricks on me in the sun See your shadow in the courtyard Stay until the day is done .The dessert doesn't end The rain don't fall And I can't pretendI don't know what you are Cause I know what you are You are You are You are ' I sing silently as I make my way into the crowd trying to get to mia to dance or more like get away from the awkward situation with Ryan ,I know that I am pretty much exaggerating the who thing but I can't help but feel like I am being pushed into the ocean with a 50kg weight attached to my leg about the possibility of moving on from my ex .By the time I make it to Mia I realize that she is busy dancing with a guy that she looked really interested in even though I know she will probably get bored in the next five minutes ."I have decided to dance " I say tapping her shoulder, she turns to face me but looks clueless."What did you say?" she shouts, making me roll my eyes at the fact that has decided to go de
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. A part of me wanted to forget about David and move on, but another part of me wanted closure, wanted to know why he had hurt me so badly.Ryan's expression turned serious. "Lexi, I don't think that's a good idea. He's not good for you."I felt a surge of defensiveness. "You don't even know him," I say, which makes Ryan give me a weird look ,probably because of my weird outburst .Ryan took a step closer to me. "I don't need to know him to see the way he's affecting you. You deserve better than someone who's going to hurt you like that."I looked up at him, feeling a little bit between the lines of fuzzy and uncomfortable. Why was he being so protective of me?But before I could ask him, I saw David waiting for me by the corner of the club, his eyes fixed on me.I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "I need to go talk to him, just for some closure ," I said, my voice firm.Ryan's eyes narrowed. "Lexi, don't-"But I was
"How could you do this to me?" I yelled, my body trembling with uncontrollable anger.My boyfriend jumped away from the girl he had been holding, rushing to cover himself. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I turned to the girl he was with and froze, staring at her for a long time, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me."You… you’re cheating on me with your sister! That is disgusting!" I scrunched my face in disbelief. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing—the love of my life, the person with whom I had planned my future, was cheating on me with his sister, of all people."How stupid can you be? I am not his sister!" Anastasia said with a smug smile. She laughed as she snuggled deeper into the bed—the bed I had shared with David for the past two years."What do you mean you’re not his sister? You've been acting like it for the past six years! Someone better start talking before I lose my cool!" I said, pacing back and forth. I was confused, angry, and sl
" this cannot be happening to me "The words pass through my head,when people say things like never do anything in anger cause you will regret it, listen to them because they are always right.The realization that I shouldn't have done what I did while blinded by my anger is so annoying that I feel like hitting my head against a rock a few times before digging a hole for myself and then burying myself in it.I am calm most of the time, that chill slow to anger kind of girl that no one thinks has a malicious bone in her body ,I am that kind of girl. I can't even hurt a fly for crying out loud , so why did today have to be so different. I had a gut feeling that today wasn't going to be good but brushed it off since it was David's birthday and our anniversary so I kept saying today was going to be great ,what could go wrong? I thought my gut was wrong cause beginning of the day was going great .But I was the wrong one; always trust your gut feeling because it will never ever let you do
"Am I even here right now or is this just a dream" I think silently to myself I did not expect the day to end up like this, believe me, I had many expectations on how the day would end, like us ending the day with us going to a romantic dinner, going to see a movie, and making out in the back of the theatre like teenagers, maybe we would just make dinner and cuddle on our couch with a mug of hot chocolate in hand or us even ending the day in our bedroom making love. The last scenario was my favorite because, after four years, I felt that I was finally ready to give up that part of myself. I feel like a failure because our relationship was nearly ruined by my fear and insecurities that always stopped me from going further which led to problems. Every time I forced myself to think that I was ready I would always take the initiative, would kiss him, he has never really asked if I was ready when I did that, maybe he thought I felt ready when I kissed him, or maybe he was always just bl
**Flashback** *13 Years Ago* "Why did you leave me? " I whisper silently; tears fall down my face as I stare ahead in a daze. The broken picture frame lies on the floor, with pieces of glass reflecting light at sharp angles. It reminds me of my father, who is now gone. He was kind and always put others first. I remember his laughter and warm hugs. He could make any room feel bright with just a smile. Now, that warmth is replaced by a deep emptiness. My dad is no longer here, and I struggle with mixed feelings, including some anger for him leaving me. Tears flow down my cheeks, each drop heavy with memories and sadness. It feels like just yesterday that I asked my dad to take me to our favorite ice cream shop, the one with bright lights and the smell of fresh waffle cones. I can still picture the excitement I felt when choosing the biggest sundae, piled high with rich chocolate and vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and colorful sprinkles. After our ice cream, we would curl up on
"Finally, you are awake. I have been waiting for you to open your eyes," a soft voice gently breaks through the fog of my mind, gradually clearing the blurriness surrounding me.As my vision sharpens, I begin to discern the sterile, white ceiling above me, its stark brightness contrasting with the chaotic thoughts swirling in my head."So, it was all just a dream," I muse, a wave of relief washing over me. "Thank God I don't have to relive that nightmare." The darkness of my recent memories lingers, still haunting the edges of my consciousness.As I struggle to piece together what has just transpired, a torrent of questions floods my mind. Where am I? How did I end up here?"Oh, honey, don't cry," the voice chimes again, and I strain to identify the speaker. My eyes dart around the room, but I cannot recognize the face before me. I fumble in my recollections, trying desperately to make sense of this unfamiliar presence."You poor girl, let me help you," the tender voice continues. I h
"why didn't you come for me ""I know that with everything that has happened, you wouldn't want to see me.""But I was seriously injured. Isn't that enough to set aside everything that has happened and come see me?" I can't believe,I am still hung up on David,I am so pathetic.I stare out the window in a daze. I have been here for more than 24 hours, just staring into space and wondering if David will walk into the room to ask me how I'm doing instead of the nurse, Denise.Denise is sweet and loving. She makes sure that I am comfortable and tries many ways to distract me from my horrible breakup. I appreciate her efforts a lot; not many people can do what she is doing. I know it is not personal because I am a total stranger to her. I can tell that it is part of her nature, which makes her lovable.I try my best not to look like a product of a bad breakup when she is around so she doesn't get worried. I have heard stories from her about how a girl committed suicide because her boyfrie
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. A part of me wanted to forget about David and move on, but another part of me wanted closure, wanted to know why he had hurt me so badly.Ryan's expression turned serious. "Lexi, I don't think that's a good idea. He's not good for you."I felt a surge of defensiveness. "You don't even know him," I say, which makes Ryan give me a weird look ,probably because of my weird outburst .Ryan took a step closer to me. "I don't need to know him to see the way he's affecting you. You deserve better than someone who's going to hurt you like that."I looked up at him, feeling a little bit between the lines of fuzzy and uncomfortable. Why was he being so protective of me?But before I could ask him, I saw David waiting for me by the corner of the club, his eyes fixed on me.I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "I need to go talk to him, just for some closure ," I said, my voice firm.Ryan's eyes narrowed. "Lexi, don't-"But I was
'Keep thinking I seeing water You playing tricks on me in the sun See your shadow in the courtyard Stay until the day is done .The dessert doesn't end The rain don't fall And I can't pretendI don't know what you are Cause I know what you are You are You are You are ' I sing silently as I make my way into the crowd trying to get to mia to dance or more like get away from the awkward situation with Ryan ,I know that I am pretty much exaggerating the who thing but I can't help but feel like I am being pushed into the ocean with a 50kg weight attached to my leg about the possibility of moving on from my ex .By the time I make it to Mia I realize that she is busy dancing with a guy that she looked really interested in even though I know she will probably get bored in the next five minutes ."I have decided to dance " I say tapping her shoulder, she turns to face me but looks clueless."What did you say?" she shouts, making me roll my eyes at the fact that has decided to go de
"The noise is so loud " I shout at Mia who is already looking jittery with excitement ."Isn't this fun she hits me while she laughs already acting as if she is drunk without having a sip of alcohol already . It is quite obvious that she doesn't need alcohol or to get drunk; she is naturally high without the drugs to go with it ."Remember the plan you promised thag you would follow " I ask and she nods like a child listening to a teacher giving instructions"Stay close to each other ""Don't leave my drink around and if I did I should forget about the drink ""Don't take drink from strangers or Allow them to buy me a drink ""Always be aware of my surroundings ""If I want to leave with a guyI should call you make sure we leave at the same time ""Keep your number and the police on speed dial"" And Use protection" she says with an eye roll but I know she is happy that I am here to remind her to take care of herself."Anything else I should write down in the 100 things to do in a cl
"no, no , no " "For the last time , I am not doing this "I tell Mia, flinging one of her dresses on the bed. "My baby " she shouts jumping on the bed to grab as if she was reaching out to someone that was about to fall off a cliff . "Why am I doing this again? " I ask ignoring her dramatics ,as she holds her dress close to her chest like it was a baby,she gives me a quick glare before rocking it like a baby . "To get drunk and hopefully laid , have you forgotten" "A normal home drinking isn't enough to get rid of the shittiness you have obviously been having this week or maybe it has been there for a month, because the weeks leading up to this disaster were not that pretty either "she says thoughtfully tapping her hand against her chin while I roll my eyes . "If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror
"What do you mean it's happening again?" Mia asked, her brows furrowed in concern. But all I could do was cry out in frustration. I shoved my chair back forcefully, the legs scraping annoyingly against the floor before it toppled over with a loud clatter.“I don’t know, Mia! I don’t fucking know!” I spat, my voice raw with emotion.“All I know is I feel really shitty right now when I’m supposed to feel fine.” My outburst startled both Mia and myself. I was on the brink of losing my composure, yet I struggled to articulate why. The confusion weighed heavily on my chest.“Calm down, Lexi. Just talk to me. We’ll work this out, okay?” “Just like we always do,” she reassured, moving closer to me. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze that warmed my fraying nerves.Letting out a loud sigh, I allowed the tension in my body to ease slightly. I walked back to my chair and sank into it, while Mia mirrored my movements, her eyes fixed on me, silently urging me
I carefully whisk the batter in a large mixing bowl, ensuring that it becomes silky smooth and devoid of any lumps. As I dip my finger into the fluffy mixture and bring it to my mouth, the sweet, creamy goodness explodes on my tongue, evoking a smile that spreads across my face. At that moment, I realized how food really does soothe all of ones troubles.Setting the mixing bowl down on the countertop, I turn to the cabinet, rummaging through the cookware until I find the heavy frying pan. I pull it out and place it on the hot plate, allowing it to heat up properly. With a knife, I carefully slice off a generous piece of butter and set it aside, eagerly awaiting the moment the pan reaches the perfect temperature.Once the pan is hot enough, I drop the butter in, and it immediately sizzles and dances upon contact with the surface. The delightful aroma fills the kitchen as I swirl the melting butter around, ensuring the bottom of the pan is coated in a glossy sheen. Satisfied with its p
"Ugh, my head! Mia, I am going to kill you!" I exclaim, groaning as I press an ice pack to my forehead and slump onto the couch."Don't shout! I'm already feeling dead, so you can't even kill me!" Mia shouts, walking into the living room with her ice pack on her head, still in her pajamas, just like me.With a playful plop, she flops onto the couch, groaning dramatically before letting out a loud, exaggerated moan. "Mia, shut up please come on! You're killing both my ears, drums, and me! Now I feel dead!" I say, joining in on the groaning fest. Before long, we’re locked in a weird competition of who can groan the loudest."Well, I’m zombie dead!" Mia counters, a mischievous grin creeping across her face before it fades back to a wince of pain."Oh yeah? Well, I’m more than just a zombie dead!""You know how in those movies and games people kill zombies and they get a second death? Well, I’m the undead zombie!" I declare, pointing at myself with a goofy sense of triumph despite feeli
"We are going to be together, forever, Little doll face," A mans voice whispered, his cold breath brushing against my ear as he dragged me deeper into the cabin. The wooden beams creaked and groaned, and the fire crackled in the hearth, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I attempted to struggle, but my wrists and ankles were bound by rough rope, leaving me helpless.He unties the ropes given me a little surges of hope ,but it all fades away as he pulled me closer, the stench of decay and rot filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. The man's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, as he gives his signature smile , a smile so twisted and cruel I can't help but flinch. "You'll never escape me, Alexia," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.I thrashed and kicked, desperate to break free, but The man's grip only tightened. He dragged me outside, the darkness of the woods enveloping us like a shroud. The trees loomed above, their branches creaking ominously in the wind.As w
"Don’t do this," Mia pleads, her voice urgent as she rushes toward me. She cradles my face in her tender hands, gently wiping away the tears that I hadn’t even realized were falling down my cheeks."I’m not doing anything," I murmur, my voice trembling and breaking at the end, as I struggle to say the words that I know are lies ."Then why are you crying?" she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better.I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidentally st