Short Stories

away

I cry in my own arms, legs huddled to my chest. Tears fall down my flushed cheeks, staining them.  Late at night, no one awake to comfort me, it is just me, myself and I rocking against my freshly painted white wall talking to myself. 

Maybe I can make her stay? I think to myself.  My thoughts are clouded with different solutions to make her stay. She cant leave me... its been too long. Seven and a half years of counting. 

She says she doesn't know when she is leaving, but the word leaving remains the same in my heart. Leaving is a word that stabs at my chest and rips out all possible contentment I could've sustained. Leaving is a devils hell. The word Leaving in this context is the one thing in my life I would never think to escape anyone I knows mouth. 

I pase around my darkly lit room, the only sound coming from my quiet whimpers, escaping from my mouth. My fingers run through my hair pulling at its roots. "This cant be." I sit down in the middle of my worn out carpet and lie my body down straight, my head facing the ceiling.  I try to calm my thoughts but more come rushing in. They wont stop. Nothing will stop. I feel myself smile, my wide grin spreading  across the surface of my face. I wipe my tears away, my dry and full of ache. 

I'm in denial. 

My hands guide their way to my phone and enter the password. My trembling fingers get the password wrong. 

Damn this

I enter the messaging app and ask the same question that has been wondering my brain like a lost puppy. 

Are you really leaving? 

You cant be leaving, can you? 

I swear if your joking I will kill you. 

Why isn't she answering.  

I throw my phone across the floor and bring my legs back up to chest. My tears fall out of my eyes un-willingly like a waterfall. They strain my eyes and fall down my neck leaving water marks on my newly washed top. They seep onto my skin, making the area damp. Whimpers and cries spill from my lips and my body trembles. 

I really will never see her again. 

Next Day: 

I wake up my throat sore and eyes dry. I grunt of exhaustion throwing my legs out of my sheets and into the cold air. I stare directly at myself through my mirror, my hair messy pointing in a million different ways. Eye bags underneath my eyes and my purple shirt crumpled from the tears. 

I tear my clothes off and stare down my body. My stomach not flat but not big, my thighs big and sticking to each other, the outline of my waist leaning inwards just the smallest bit. 

Hey guys. I am so sorry i haven't posted much, but this chapter is Kinda personal. I am posting it because when i feel sad i tend to write and post. So i hope you enjoy it anyway, i hope you can relate.