Petals fall,
leaves blow,
tears flow,
darkness grows.
All she wanted was simple love.
All she got were simple cuts.
It was all a blur,
but she felt no pain.
It starts to rain,
lightning strikes,
thunder bangs,
and blood is shed.
Only when starts to sting
is when she feels the pain.
A sigh of relief left her lips once she dropped the thin object that was once pressed to her wrist and she begins to reflect. Through the night she lay wide awake with everything rushing through her mind. She couldn't help but feel as if her time was running out. Lacy couldn't seem to see her future, to her it seemed as if there never really was one. As daylight begins to break, her mind slowly drifts away and her eyes begin to shut, but no more than five minutes and her alarm goes off. Filling her empty mind with noise.
Lacy, being exauhsted, rolled out of bed and threw on a black hoodie on to cover the damage she had done and pulled her hair into a sloppy bun while slipping on a pair of dark colored skinny jeans. She didn't have time to fix any breakfast, so she grabbed a pop tart and slid her feet into a pair of converses . She headed down the stairs to the end of the road, only to realize she had forgotten her lunch money but she had no time to run back in. She knew the moment she got half back to her house, the bus would be there, blowing it's horn.
The bus arrived, ten minutes later and it left Lacy cursing herself for not running back to her house. The moment Lacy stepped on the bus, her hunt for a seat on the overly crowded bus began. Lacy became accustomed to the routine of everyone on the bus had developed; nerds shaking their head at her when she walked by, populars laughing and pointing as she moved down the aisle, troublemakers staring at her with hungry eyes, and the quiet ones looking away when she came near. But Lacy finally found her favorite seat located in the back away from everyone and she swiftly put her earbuds in, hoping to tune everything out. But she couldn't. She could still hear the kids talking and whispered dirty things about her.
Wow, even make up couldn't help that problem.
Could she wear any less black?
Dude, she's huge.
What a loser.
Those were a few among the many things she heard as the bus drove to school. The school everyone tended to hate, Richwood High.
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Fadeing Away
Teen FictionHer name was Lacy. She had a hard and dark past. She was stuck in a hole so deep that she found enemies within herself, but she continued to try to fight her away out. Though no matter what she does or how hard she tries, she keeps slipping further...
