Stories
REMEMBER
It’s raining outside my window right now. I love the feelings and the smell that the rain brings. They put a smile on my face, or at least they used to. But all of that was before he left me forever.
It was a cold, rainy day. Most would consider this a horrible time to be outside, but I remember walking through the park with him, getting drenched with water and having the time of my life. We danced. We kissed. We got soaked to the bone. Almost frozen solid, we decided to go back to my house to dry off and indulge hot chocolate smothered in marshmallows.
I remember the faint chiming from the bells on my earrings when we ran up the stairs to my room to dry off. As we both collapsed on my bed, I blasted the stereo. “The good and the bad relived in those brief memories,” the music played. According to him, it was one of the best songs by that particular band. Normally, it made his lips curl up into that half-smile of his, but for some reason, that day it didn’t. Then it hit me; his time had come.
All of the pain, the longing shone bright in his eyes. I didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t be. Why him? I remember thinking as a tear silently rolled down my cheek. “Did I ever bring joy into people’s lives? Did I ever tell them that I cared?” The music seemed fainter now. He couldn’t leave me. He just couldn’t. I needed him too much.
He lived only a few short weeks longer. Our last times were spent together in the cold, dreary hospital room. He left this earth holding my hand and looking out his twelfth story window at the rain falling from the sky. He was my first love, my best friend, my lifeline, my support. He was a great person, so caring, so sweet. He didn’t deserve this. No one that young does. Nobody will ever be able to fill the gap he left in my heart.
The rain no longer brings the same joy. Everything I see reminds me of him: couples so much in love, the smell of rain, his music, and midnight cram sessions and pizza runs. I miss him so much.
“The time has come to say my last goodbyes…”
THE FAERIE WATCHING OVER ME (a work in progress. tell me what ya think of it, anything it may need, changes..yeah its in the works)
Undergarments trimmed in lace, slightly visible through a sheer satin shirt. The bow at the top of her thigh-high fishnets could be seen peeping out from beneath her pin strip miniskirt. Now, as Gwen Smith, more commonly known as Fey for her love of faeries, slipped on her four inch high heels, she glanced in the mirror. Her long, slim legs were accentuated by the nylons and heels. Her flat stomach exposed itself when her size three skirt slipped down slightly as she lifted her arms to fix her hair.
Yet, when she looked at herself, she saw none of this. Instead, she believed her legs to be lumps of dough, her stomach a bulging mess, and her narrow heart shaped face to be round and chubby. Disgusted with herself, she ran into the bathroom to see how much she weighed. Down two pounds, only a few more to go until I’m perfect, she thought once the scale stopped hopping between digits. It read ninety one.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I must have fun house mirrors for retinas. Most girls Fey knew would kill for her figure, but instead Fey was slowly killing herself, believing she is too fat to live. She had barely eaten anything over the past few months. All she would have would be a couple of carrots a day, if even that.
And the sad thing was no one even noticed the weight she had dropped. No one realized she never ate. Her career as a ballerina encouraged the weight loss. “No man wants to lift a heavy girl over their heads,” her instructor told her with his cheesy French accent the previous week at practice.
As she finished brushing her hair, she looked down at the bristles and noticed how much hair it had accumulated over the past day. I couldn’t possibly be losing my hair. I’m only seventeen. Suddenly, she felt faint. On the brink of passing out, Fey grabbed the dresser for support. I’m fine, she tried to convince herself. It must be this heat. All I need is some water. No food, just water. There’s no way I’m going to gain any weight now, I’m almost there.
Then all went black in Fey’s world.
A few minutes later, her eyelids fluttered open. Slightly confused, Fey attempted to sit up, only to receive a pounding headache. I really should eat something to get some energy. I don’t want to be passing out at dance class today. But, deciding against that idea, she decided to only grab a diet soda on the way to rehearsal.
to be continued at a later date, and once the writers block goes away.