Stories Untold 》 One-Shots

3. Wasting My Young Years (feat. Jules Stewart)

Kristen Stewart had sat on the edge of her bed, her head in her hands, the song "Wasting My Young Years" by London Grammar blasting from her phone.

She was thinking about her future and her past, counting how many mistakes had she made and calculating how many more was she going to make.

I'm wasting my young years, it doesn't matter!

She had lost not only her childhood, but as well her teenhood and she was losing her adulthood as well.

She slowly ran her hands in her hair.

Maybe! We are! We are!

She slammed hard her fist on the bedside table. On purpose she wanted to make herself feel hurt.

"Cry, bitch! Cry!" , she shouted.

The door burst open, but Kristen didn't even dare to look.

Maybe I'm wasting my young years!

She felt someone sitting next to her. The voice she heard the next second was a voice she could recognize even being hundred miles away from home, even if she was three meters above the sky.

"Kristen."

Her mother.

She felt her sitting close next to her, placing her palm on her little daughter's shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about this?"

Kristen shook her head.

Her momma hugged her and kissed the top of her head. Something was worrying her daughter. What was it?

"Once I was like you," the mother began telling her how when she had been Kristen's age, she had made many mistakes as well. Drinking, doing drugs ... you name it. Everything Kristen had done in her 25 years of existing.

Kristen knew she wasn't alone. She had never been. Still, she hated how many stupid mistakes she had made in her life. She felt jealous of her friends, they had graduated colleges, had started families ... she hadn't.

The clock was ticking. Seconds, minutes, hours, days were flying. Time was passing and in no time, Kristen would be too old.

Was she really wasting her young years? Had she wasted her time?

Only God knew. He knew everything, after all.