My feelings are apart from myself. I live in a basement. I'm forced to be here, actually. The floor of the basement is sand, like a beach. It lacks the fun, the water, and the sunshine that a beach possesses. There's a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It's the only pleasurable thing I have. The love of my life is elsewhere, they don't visit me anymore like they used to. My keeper, the man upstairs, stays upstairs and rarely lets me out. I looked down at my feelings and spoke,
"--Catch my breath and hold it for me.--" His head tilted with confusion as he looked at me. I pondered whether or not to call my love. I spoke again,
"--I'm wasting my time, trying to make up my mind.--"
I decide I will call my love. Time and time again, no response. --I'm sitting here as the chandelier is whispering in my ear saying,--
"--Can I get a cigarette?--" I responded,
"--No, you'll never be mine.--"
I decided to call one last time and my love picks up. We greet each other and catch up. My heart aches not seeing them for so long and their heart aches seeing me trapped in the basement. I can't help but ask,
"--Can you come around tonight and sing me a lullaby?--" They respond,
"--Just take my heart and break it.--" They wouldn't give me answer.
We continued talking, my feelings were sitting on the ground twiddling its thumbs as I paced. I'd tease my love calling them mean for not joining me. Trying to keep my voice from breaking, I asked again,
"--Can you come around tonight?--" My love joked as to not hurt my feelings,
"--I might be the enemy.--" I began to cry and begged,
"--But nothing quite hits like you.--"
I hung up and dropped to my knees, crying. I let all my feelings out and began pacing again. My feelings were distraught while watching me. I begged him to speak to me, but he stayed quiet. Not a word. I missed having conversations, no one spoke to me in the basement. I just had my feelings, the chandelier, the sand, some pen and paper, and myself. So sad and boring, always. I dropped down to the ground next to my feelings and handed him a pen and paper. I told him,
"--Take this pen and write for me.--" I thought of what I wanted him to write as he just looked at me. Not a word.
"--Oh, write me a song and I'll try to forget it.-- I wouldn't want to get used to it. I want to appreciate it for the first time, every time." He nodded and began to write.
I sat twiddling my own thumbs next to my feelings. I waited for days and days and he was still not finished. The chandelier continued to pester me. I paced for days until eventually there was a ruckus. --I'm standing there, as the man upstairs comes crashing through the ceiling saying,--
"--Where's my fucking cigarette?--" He screamed --with fire in his eyes.--
I cried as he yelled at me. My chandelier came crashing down landing on my feelings. My heart ached as I handed the man upstairs his cigarette. I helped my feelings out from under the broken chandelier as my keeper retreated to his area. I tended to my feelings; he was hurt yet said nothing. Not a word. His song was lost and ripped. I was heartbroken and called my love. They picked up and I begged once again,
"--Can you come around tonight and sing me a lullaby?--" My love cried back,
"--Just take my heart and break it.--" Anger overtook me and I tried to keep the conversation lighter. I joked,
"You will come over tonight. --When you come around tonight, I might be the enemy, but nothing quite hits like you.--" I begged my love to come.
My love gave in and said to wait as they drove over. I could leave the basement if my love was there to pick me up. I waited days and days. Not a word. My love called to say they were near and I waited. --But as all my patience starts to dry,-- I picked up my feelings and walked up the sand ridden stairs. The top floors were filled with sand as well. I snuck past the man upstairs as he feasted and smoked. I walked towards the front door. My feelings were dragging behind me --and my feet leave skids across the sand.-- I waited on the sidewalk for my love. My feelings and I waited on the curb for my love. Me and my feelings waited in the street for my love. Eventually they drove past, in the passenger's seat was another person. They were both laughing and holding hands. I picked up my feelings who began to cry before me. When my feelings go limp, then --I'll know that you've won.-- I'll take my feelings back into the house, past my keeper --and I'll run, back to where I came from.--
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Chandelier
Short StoryI made this story based off my favorite song "chandelier" by will paquin The phrases that are between the hyphens are the lyrics of the song in order. There's only one part **contains one curse word**
