Skylar Hayes... a girl who lost her father due to cancer. Her mom finds someone new although Skylar is proud of her. The man she is with has drank before but stopped drinking when he found her mom. Skylar never told anyone she was Bi and is closeted...
Anna's POV I promised myself to stay away from Skylar but everytime I see her she's sleeping. In class.
"Pick your partners!!" We heard as I looked over at Skylar who was sleeping.
"Cmon Anna. Ur my partner dumbass." Has Eva and Dev switched seats.
I was too focused on Skylar when I saw Ag walk over to her.
"Hey wake up." Ag said pulling Skylar's chair out.
Skylar had fell waking up before the teacher stomped over.
"Leave her alone and find another partner." The teacher said as Skylar was getting up.
Her eyes were tired... her arms were weak and it looked like she was about to collapse.
She grabbed a chair sitting down and laying her head down. She looked at me as our eyes met. She turned her head so she wouldn't face me.
"Skylar wake up." The teacher said as she didn't.
The teacher had crouched down in front of her and she must have woke up cause I heard them talking
"Anna turn your fucking head and help me." Eva said as she slapped the back of my head.
The bell rung jas Skylar packed her bags. She walked to the door and down the hallway before I pulled her back.
"Hey are you okay?" I said and she didn't say anything.
"Cmon... go home. You don't look okay." I said trying not to scare her away again.
She didn't say anything but she kept looking everywhere except me.
"Skylar. Hey look at me." I said trying to move her face towards me by her chin but she fought back.
"Just leave me the fuck alone." She said pushing me off her.
She walked away from me as I watched her disappear into the crowd of students walking to class.
"Energy... monster." I mumbled going to the place where they sold snacks.
I grabbed a regular monster and held it till I had next hour with her.
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I walked into class and there she was sleeping... I set a down the monster drink by her desk and sat down. She woken by the sound of me setting the can down.
She looked like she was desperate. She opened the can and drank it like it was her last drink. She didn't drink it all though and this time she tried paying attention. But she never once looked at me... she was trying to avoid eye contact.
Skylar's Pov You get hurt... you get hurt once or twice or however shit many times you get hurt in a day. You push everyone and in hopes you don't get hurt again in reality yourself harming yourself.
Its like... a messed up artwork that's was built for something just as special as it was suppose to be but it turned out the way you didn't want it.
Everyone move you make makes a difference in your life and you have all these options that can contaminate you.
I don't wanna be pushed. I don't wanna be shoved. And I hate that things these days make you turn your way around and look straight in your eye. And say your gonna be fucked for the rest of your life.
I'm fucked... I'm fucked for eternity. And everyone else around me is too. Fucked...
You've managed to push so far that you think things can go exactly your way. And within a flick life hits you has hard as you can for whatever many reasons they have.
You can't run in a fight... just like you can't run from a lion in a den. Your trapped in darkness and you have to fight your way you. Use your smarts and fight hard right through.
No shit can wonder your life and your gonna kill me. Your gonna fuck everyone around and there's not a shit thing you can do.
Your hurting so bad that everyone around you is blind. And no one can do anything to help you because your afraid. Afraid to get help...
I watched as my anger in my painting was picture of a random shit I made on a big canvas... I mean a big canvas...
"FUCK." I yelled as I just collapse breaking down.
I love you. I hate you. Your nice. But your a bitch. You've changed and I hate it. I hate you and you need to get the fuck out of my life.
"God I wish I can do this better." I mumbled as I took the paint grabbing red and splattering it out on the canvas.
My tipsy self has created shapes and a preference in my mind as I followed it.
Everything is too much for you. Every pain Your receiving you think is too much. To much pain...
I can't take it... I don't wanna take it. I wanna risk my life in something fun and then die in a hopes I get recognized. Everyone wants that right?
My mind was doing two things at once. My anger all out on this painting that I painfully thought about due to process.
Fuck you. Your different. You've changed and just like Anna's words your suppose to hate yourself for that.
"Yes." I spoke as I finished.
My mind created random scenarios...
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It's not bad... right?
I left it as I laid down and thought about everything again. Your mind is different and it's different form every part of your body because it functions by emotions. Those emotions I've pushed so far back are coming at me all at once.
