whynotlive
I had shaped the glass with precision. Each curve into the next, a blurring rainbow of color. It swung low and out, like a ballet dancer. The colors were a smooth transition. My first piece- the buyer wasn't interested.
They tell me I'm an adolescent now. What does that even mean? I'm old enough to waitress, I guess. I have more chores. I'm an adolescent. So close to being all grown up. Gone, away to college. I'm so afraid. My hands shake all the time. How am I almost done growing up?
I need people to feel secure. They talk for me whenever I need them. They remind me when what I'm doing is wrong. My greatest fear is to be without people. Who would help me?
It was all together. Each limb supported another, which in turn, supported another, and another, and so on. It was infinite, stretching up into the sky and yawning out above our heads.
I was running up the stairs with a sudden motivation. It was truth, all of it. My feet stepped in time with the music thumping through the walls. Unbelievable, really! That was it, that was why everything had happened.
All the feelings were bundled up and swaddled away inside of me, like a baby. They were growing faster all the time. I tried so many things to find release, but they never worked. No matter how many times I placed blade to skin or pen to paper. No matter the method. The feelings congealed inside of me and refused to move, like a blood clot.
Where does he get off- being so selective? I'm grateful. I know how many people died for me to stay safe, here. He acts like he's entitled to the best. The best food, the best clothes. He's not. He's never had to sacrifice anything. Not like me!
The vines twisted up the walls encircling the desk. The green leaves brushed against my hand as I pulled them away. How long had it been here? So lonely and forgotten. The vines hissed in the wind.
I'd wake up alone in bed to the smell of her cooking. Always something new, something delicious. Never had my kitchen been used so much than when she was around. The fridge is all empty now. I'd rather just eat a bagel and forget her.
The statue was made of bronze. It stared back at Emily as if it was a person. She lifted a finger and traced its features. How odd. It reminded her so much of the person she desperately wanted to forget. She turned away and retraced her footsteps back down the hall.
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