what happened, you ask ?
some sort of sloppy need and unexplainable attraction that resulted in disaster. a wandering hand, a stretching secret, the hush of authority holding her back. in a child's world, adults could make no mistake. it felt so wrong but if some one who loved her so much acted on it, it must have been right.
i couldn't tell you what even if i tried. things that someone her age didn't even know the name of. she searched endlessly for the words to explain the betrayal, the hurt, the confusion, the loss of childhood.
what was it? it was the brushing of lips and random gifts and coincidental contact through the same old skin. a truth so horrific only some one like me could make the mistake of noticing.
but why was i the one to hear if i was always too weak to be the one that told?
im losing my sanity, watching the untouchable door. i can't sleep, knowing that no one will ever notice. i cross the floor, past the shredded pieces of the good person i used to be. i'm not that person anymore. im a liar and a cheat a d a sorry, silent person who doesn't even have the strength to rescue a childhood. i try to scrub the regret and guilt from my skin but it clings inside my ribs.
YOU ARE READING
only
Short Story. because her eyes looked in mine and built a tower in my heart, and every time she cried, it only all crashed down .
