Dysfunctional daydreams

Angelic voice.

I was the type of guy that didn't really talk much to people i preferred to stay to myself. I didn't know if it was because i was your typical 17 year old with a bad attitude floating though a barren wasteland of confusion and frustration or because i was just your typical teenage prick. I always wondered what her voice sounded like though. Deep down i wanted nothing more then to hear it flow through the air into my hears and wrap around my heart like a rope that was pulling me in with each word. I was weird though she wouldn't want to talk to me. Every morning i would stare into the mirror in the bathroom and just like every person who hated themselves i pointed out every flaw. My nose was curved, eyebrows bushy, hair would never stay down, i hated the color it shouldn't of been ash blond it should have been something better something more fitting for me. The blue eyes were the only thing that let you know i was my fathers child the rest was the same as my mother, even the small feminine body that i wanted to destroy. Even if i had my fathers eye color it didn't mean i had his eyes, i had terrible vision and was forced to wear glasses. I would of worn contacts but they burned my eyes and my glasses were the only things making my face look somewhat put together. They slimed my face, made the eyebrows less noticeable, and made my eyes the most dominate feature on my face. They were the wire ones, i couldn't wear the black ones they made my skin look as white as paper. So with my appearance and personality lacking in attractive qualities i never expected her to notice me. It started in gym, i hated that class with a burning passion, i was drawing as always. Her and a few of her friends were near, they were the cool edgy type that looked like they just walked out of a 1990's Nirvana concert looking for a place to get their next high.

"That's a cool drawing you got their." I barely even heard it, i wasn't paying attention, but i felt someone get closer to me. I looked and it was her. The person i've longed to be next to looking at my art. Even if it was her i didn't want her looking and seeing it, it was bits and pieces of my soul that flowed through my hand onto paper. It was personal and even though i wanted to know every aspect of her i didn't know if i wanted her to know me. She smiled, and i watched her dark burgundy lips move but i didn't hear what she was saying. "-did you hear me?" oh no she knew i wasn't listening. It wasn't my fault i was getting a closer look at the fine work that she was.

"Uh..no I'm sorry i wasn't what were you saying?" I pushed my glasses up and fumbled with the things in my lap trying my best to turn to her some so she could read my body language and tell i was paying attention now.

"I said that's a pretty sick sketch i've seen you in a few of my other classes and your works always really good, i hope you don't mind me looking at it and watching you draw." why was she telling me this? out of the billions of people on this planet she watched me draw? She actually observed me? Me? An insignificant human who is breathing her oxygen?

"ye-uh no i mean no sorry i. No i don't mind you watching me Vera." No, why did i say it know she's going to think i'm a freak.

"Oh yeah you're name is Abel right?" I felt the ping in my chest, the rope had tightened and i couldn't get free. Her voice was like a sweet melody in which the gods assigned its greatest musicians to play, mixed with Poseidon's gentle sea due to the peacefulness of it , and the cracks of Zeus's lighting so that everyone heard its beauty. I couldn't reply i just nodded. She opened her mouth to say something but her friends called for her to hurry up and join them again because the bell would be ringing soon. She said her goodbyes yelled somethings back at them and walked away from me leaving me to be lost and dazed for the remainder of the day. When i got into my bed that night i just smiled and told myself

"An angel spoke to me today."