The black dye in my hair is starting to fade and my auburn hair is starting to peak out. Memories from before are starting to make an appearance in my head and make me feel guiltily for the changes I made. I hate that I feel guilty when it was just me trying to be different from the old Charlotte.
People evolve and change over time, even if they don't notice it.
I changed so fast it gave me whiplash, I didn't even have time to think about what I was doing. One second I was trying to make my parents proud and the next I was taking back shots, too high to notice the surrounding people and the over exaggerated, way too loud, music. I changed so fast my parents couldn't keep up with my behavior. I used to be so sweet and obeying but now when they ask me how my day was I have no response because I didn't even care to make an appearance.
I know they loved me, they just never showed me any compassion. We were the family that was all "Put Together" and respected. But I let them down the moment I agreed to go to a part with him. But it wasn't all of my fault, yes I did give into the stereotypical life of a naive teenage girl, but they are the ones who pushed me off the edge into a pit of failure and despair.
A pit I am trying desperately to get out of, I keep scratching and clawing but the dirt around me just keeps caving in with every moment I pull harder. Even if I were to get a hand sunk into the soil, it's too far up that I'll never reach the light symbolizing my freedom.
Freedom.
Flashback
The cut from the paper balls stings and is lightly bleeding. As I am rounding the corner I bump into something hard. I quickly apologize, not bothering to look up from the schools tiled floors. A voice enters my ears and a batch of butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"Don't worry about it. I wasn't paying attention anyways." I nodded my head and was about to walk past the boys body when he lightly grabs my arm.
"Are you okay? You're bleeding." His worried voice makes my head snap up to his face. I wished I hadn't though because it is one of the stoner kids, Cody is his name. I remember Mr.Cash cursing his name under his breath all period.
No one was in the hall and I felt nervous being in his vicinity for some odd reason. It just felt wrong. I realized I had not responded for a few seconds when he clears his throat.
My mind scrambled for answers and thoughts, but nothing came up. I would just have to wing it.
"Y-yea, I'm fine, I'm just going t-to the restroom." I mentally slap myself for the stupid reply, and on top of that I had a burning feeling on my cheeks and ears. I'm probably as red as a fire truck with a blush like this.
His response came calm, cool and collected like he knew how to deal with this situation. Like he has had to deal with blushing girls all to much.
"Let me take you to the restroom and clean you up." I started to panic after he said that. I know that I shouldn't be alone with a guy who has a reputation like him.
"You really d-don't have to, I'm a capable g-girl." My stutter is incredibly noticeable and adds to the glowing blush spreading across my face.
"Don't worry about it, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't help a lady in distress." He smirks and it illuminates a sultry essence. It practically reeks of trouble. I ignore the alarms of actual distress and lightly smile.
My response comes slow and unsure, but doesn't slip with a stutter, "Sure, thank you."
He gives me a toothy smile and we walk down the hall towards the restroom. I know I was getting myself into trouble just speaking to him, but I feel safe and a little excited to do something that isn't my usual normal. I felt.....thrilled.
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Romance"It's sad to think that people can cause cuts to themselves, but it hurts even more to know that humans could cause cuts on people who didn't want to be bleeding in the first place."-Innocence Charlotte has lived her whole life in simplicity with th...
