Inside Story Part 2

Something I Wrote

They took turns talking, each story sadder than the last. He never noticed how much a like he was to these people. Then it was her turn. The moment she stepped into the room he knew, she'd have the saddest story out of all of them. Her hair was a tangled mess and her leg shook unintentionally. She looked at the group before her eyes and smiled a crooked smile, "Is it my turn?" 

Everyone in the group nodded and she started, the smile never leaving her face, "When I was a kid, around 8, I watched my best friend die in front of my eyes," she paused and everyone was holding their breath, "We were playing tag and I was it. I ran after her and she decided that it was a good idea to quickly cross the street to get away from my touch. Didn't even notice a car coming until she flew 10 feet down the street, her blood and brains scattered all over. It was a hit and run. I didn't have time to comprehend what happened before my mom yanked me away from the street -even though I wasn't that close- and covered my eyes, pulling me inside," the smile was still on her face as she continued, "The memory is so vivid that it feels like it happened this morning. Her mom blamed me and still hasn't talked to anyone in my family. Ever since I was 13 I developed a habit of smoking pot and drinking until I'm passed out on the floor. But like many of you here today, I-" she stopped talking when she saw the boy lift his hand in the air.

"Yes?" she asked. "Why are you smiling about something so tragic?" He questioned. The corners of her mouth turned down, but there was still a small smile on her lips. She looked him in the eyes, her eyes held a sadness in them that denied her smile. Finally she answered, "Because if you had to pretend you were okay for as long as I did, you'd be smiling too." (Jazlynn.M)

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DISCLAIMER: NOTHING IN THIS PIECE HAS HAPPENED TO ANYONE I KNOW, THIS IS SIMPLY SOMETHING I WROTE BECAUSE I WAS FEELING LIKE SHIT ONE DAY. IF YOU COPY THIS SOMEWHERE, GIVE ME FUCKING CREDIT! K? THANKS.