she's.
just.
gone.
she was a girl. naive and silly and fragile. one word could bring her to her knees and cause a rainstorm of tears and set fire to her rationality. she was a lonely stranger in a coffee shop, waiting for her future lover to walk through the door and take her away from the broken mess of a life she led. she was a princess in her tower, waiting for a knight to slay the dragon-sized emotions of sadness and anger and fear. she was a child who believed in love, a little kid who thought life was a blur of black and white until she met her soulmate.
but she knows better now. she was an innocent girl who was forced to grow into a battered and scarred teenager.
she's never going back, she can never go back.
she used to be the sweetest girl, she used to have so many friends, she used to love each and every single person she met.
she was, she was, she was.
before.
now she cries and cries and screams and screams why me why me why me and then...
then she falls silent.
why?
no one cares no one cared no one ever cared.
so she fades in a flash, like she never lived.
where did you go little girl?
i floated away to a hopeless existence.
to a world where i'm slowly dying, slowly burning out.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
the rest of the universe carried on, but she did not. she became stuck between forward and back, future and past, love and hate, calm and rage, sweet and sour, nails and flowers, sun and rain, healing and pain.
she's numb now, numb from the opposite feelings constantly canceling each other out.
the bees continue to sting her wrists and her heart, and she continues to blankly stare ahead at the busy streets and laughing humans.
the insults and cruel words reside in her head as little mosquitos, buzzing around in a flurry with biting remarks and harsh noise. they spawn dark thoughts and even darker dreams. dreams of death and hurt and pain. nightmares, that's more like it.
she ignores the false are you okays and the fake worried glances from passerby.
no one cares no one cared no one ever cared.
it's too bad, really. she could've been...
no. she can be. she's not that far along just yet. she's still kicking, she's still breathing.
she and her little red composition book become the best of friends, never leaving each other's sides.
it holds my secrets and my heart and my soul.
now, it appears to hold her humanity.
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Goodbye little girl. This is a filler story while I finish my outlines and rough drafts. New chapter every day!
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Dead Butterflies
Kurzgeschichten****TRIGGER WARNING**** This is written for a boy who never cared and for a girl I used to know I'm a dying butterfly in love with a beautifully broken soul But it never made a difference to my fragile little wings I thought I would get over it but...
