Desire

Chapter 2

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The bed was shaking, and I was shaking. Was I having another nightmare? My eyes shot open only to reveal Veronica shaking me violently. I was relieved, but still glared at her, “I’m awake.”

The clock read 2:42pm, making me gasp mentally. What time had I gone to bed last night? I got a faint memory of the night before, remembering Veronica asking me to join her on her plans today with Danielle.

It seemed that I’d slept with the garbage from the Chinese food. I seriously slept in the strangest ways sometimes. What would happen if I got married someday and slept with my husband? Surely, he wouldn’t end up like the angel hair noodles under the covers, would he?

“Yuck.” I muttered.

“Yeah, I slept in it too.” Complained Veronica, “And hurry up! Danielle said she’d be here at 3:30.”

That explained why Veronica was dressed and ready to departure. Then again, why would she be in her pajamas at 3 in the afternoon? I put the noodles in a plastic bag along with some other trash that had been in the room, and brought them to the trash bin in the kitchen. Had I made it clear that I wasn’t the neatest and cleanest person in the world? I believe so?

I had about 20 minutes to get ready which I thought was enough, until I got another look at Veronica, who looked like it had taken her at least 3 hours to look the way she did. Knowing her, it probably did. I shook my head, laughing a little.

“We’re not going on a date, right?” I joked.

But I got scolded, and literally got pushed into the shower…with my clothes on.

How many times had I gone through this little routine? Trying to find my happy place, you know? I was practically dead myself. Who lived life like this? A life where all they see is depression. I’m letting my life go to waste, weeping over what I can no longer have. Wishing I could just be stuck in one time, the time where I had my parents.

And it made me feel angry.

I was truly angry at my parents for leaving me practically lifeless. Leaving me questioning if I could live a life of my own. Questioning if I could ever run away from every scar marked on my body because the internal pain wasn’t plenty. Ending the ache took death, and that’s what I was doing. Slowly, and bit by bit, I’d kill myself. I too, would die. No longer having to deal with this.

The sun was glistening as Danielle drove with the top down. I couldn’t help but squint my eyes when we got out of the building. What was I expected to do? Open my arms, look up at the sky, and take in summer’s shimmering rays? Try that when you’ve been indoors for 48 hours.

My hair had been wet from my shower, but dried before I even got to touch it again.

“What movie are we seeing?” I asked Danielle when we got to the movie theater.

“To Conquer A Heart...” beamed Danielle, as if proud she’d picked the greatest movie, while I scrunched up my nose in annoyance. Three girls going to the movies? I should’ve known I’d be watching a romance. They’re always the same unrealistic ending.

Life has tragedies. It’s not everyone who can throw everything away to be with one person. Like they’re the only one you see, only one you want, like they’re your only desire. Such a cliché that wouldn’t fool me, and neither would any other.

They need to start making movies more relatable these days, with things that really happen. Not everything has a happy ending.

Sitting next to two girls crying over this fictional film just made me want to yell in their faces that there were other things to cry about. There were other things that caused heartbreak. Not intending to sound heartless here, but there are other things that are much worse than losing some guy. How much hurt could you get from that?

I truly believed that I couldn’t be more hurt than I was now, that nothing could scar me more than my parents leaving. What’s worse than knowing you’re all alone? Not everything revolved around falling in love.

A waste of an afternoon this was.

“I seriously can’t believe you guys cried.” I admitted, shaking my head walking towards Danielle’s car.

“I can’t believe you didn’t.” Danielle said.

Veronica wiped the last of her tears. I laughed.

“I’m sorry, but that’s just not realistic.” I said in between laughs, “Intricacy on how to win a person’s heart? Ha, life has other struggles.”

Danielle furrowed her eyebrows, “What are you implying?”

“I just think it’s a little exaggerated.”

In the car, I got a lecture on the aspects of falling in love, which just wanted to make me laugh.

I wouldn’t be the one bawling over someone who didn’t even want me.

Danielle ended up sleeping over, and I was forced to watch a bunch of romance films that were “guaranteed” to make me cry.

“It’s not gonna happen.” I told the two while the second movie played on the 32-inch flat screen.

“Sh!”

Only Aching

Weak Spot

Like Knives

Great titles, but same stories that didn’t affect me.

I was unbroken; I would let nothing else shatter me into pieces.

I opened the drawer next to my bed and pulled out my sketchpad.

I, Lacey Briars, had built walls—thick, bulletproof walls. No one would dare walk through them.

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3rd chapter will be out in a jiffy! I'll try to have it done by tomorrow or Tuesday. Leave a comment to tell me what you think or if you have any questions.