It Sucks

What could I have done to get you back?

From talking everyday to my messages left unread. So excited to see each other. To talk for hours until one of us couldn't stay awake any longer. What happened to you? What happened to us? Was it my fault? Could I have done better? Anything.... anything to get you back..?

"Dahlia... are you okay?"

I held in my sobs to hear the muffled voice behind the door. I wiped the tears that drenched my face. An attempt to look presentable.

I parted my drenched lips, letting a soft shaky breath in. "Yeah.." Gruffly it came out. "Just... give me a second I'll come out in a bit."

"Okay Dahlia, but baby please.. come out soon you need to eat.. I love you.."

A pause. Then I heard the floor boards creek as he started to walk away.

"Daddy thank you.. I'll be out in five minutes."

Another pause. I could feel his smile through the door.

"Okay baby, the foods going to be on the table!"

The creaking started again and slowly faded away.

"Fuck... I really dont want to get up right now. I'm a mess haha.."

Slowly I made my way out of my bed and towards the mirror. I looked at my reflection in the dimly lit room. I observed without a care my disgusting features. A shiny wet sweaty face. Reddened cheeks and nose with snot dripping down. My long dark brown hair. A knotted mess. I was planning to cut it off anyway. I didn't care that this is what I looked like. But I didn't want my dad to see me like this.

I blew my nose, wiped away the sweat and tears with my hands. Brushed my ends that werent too knotted and smoothed down the hairs that were sticking up. My face was now acceptable. But these pajama stunk. Well I stink I guess. So I changed my pajamas to a new set. Back to the mirror I looked at myself. Feeling better about my appearance it was time I left my room. I don't want to keep my dad waiting.