"don't be surprised when they leave. it's your fault anyways."
*~*~*~*~*~*
she seemed to do this a lot.
running.
away from her problems.
after running straight into them.
it was a pattern.
almost like a maze.
of hurt.
suffering.
anger.
insanity.
but there was something thrilling about running all the time.
at least that's what she says to her therapist.
but it doesn't mean anyhing to her.
nothing means anything to her.
no emotions means no hurt right?
self inflictions of pain don't count if you don't care enough about yourself.
so cutting doesn't count.
he doesn't count.
why did he hurt him?
why?
her confusion slowed her pace,
breathing choppy and ragged.
her hands planted themselves on her knees,
squinting.
m a r a breathed in the damp air,
squishy, wet grass sounding under her still bare feet.
the sky had finally darkened,
welcoming the moon to sear her skin with light.
she sat.
and waited.
a sign.
a door.
a person.
something that told her she was fine.
that she could go back to the place,
smile pretentiously,
laugh pretentiously,
and her brother's 'accident' would just become another rumor of sorts,
buried underneath the dirty beige walls of the school.
just like the rest of them.
sincerely, m a r a.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}
Short StoryStory #1 in the 'The Hourglass Effect' series. She forgot it was an act. That it was a lie. She forgot that she's broken, and can't fall in love. So she made him fall for her . Made him think she was perfect. But what she didn't know, was that the...
