My Asylum

Someone's Story

Sorry for the extremely late update. I have exams to study for. Hopefully I’ll be able to update sooner than this time.

I opened my eyes slightly, almost scared to know what might be before me. The sun rays basically hit my iris as soon as my eyes were opened. I shut them closed immediately and hissed under my breath. I opened them again, this time more cautiously.

I observed my room thoroughly. I wasn’t too sure what exactly it was I was looking for. My eyes landed on the movie tickets from last night. I wasn’t sure how too sure how to react to the sudden turn of events.

I hadn’t planned on kissing Mark. I guess my instincts just took over. I know it sounds stupid but I really didn’t want to hear the rest of his sentence. I already knew that Mark was hurting inside about not being able to be with me, but, truth be told, I didn’t expect it to be so bad to the point where he would want to leave. Well not completely.

I did like kissing Mark, I must admit. It felt easy. Another thing I liked about it was that I knew with him, he would never use any of that intimate moment against me.

I still don’t know whether I want to take any of last night into the future. Could I honestly be with Mark and avoiding making this awkward for everyone else? Or more importantly was I willing to risk my friendship with him over a shared kiss?

“What have you gotten yourself into this time, Amber?” I muttered to myself.

As I lay back onto my back and closed my eyes, I heard my door open slowly. A bit too slowly if you ask me. I heard small footsteps walking towards. However the trespasser was, sat on the edge of my bed a mere inches away from where I lay.

Deciding to have a little fun, I sprang up while flaying my arms in the air.

I soon heard Emma’s high pitched scream escape her lips and then turn into laughter. She came to me and smacked my body with a pillow, which I was recently laying my head on. I adjusted my eyes to look at her. Her lips were turned upwards in a huge grin but her eyes were puffy ad red.

I thought about the possible reasons as to why she had been crying. As she stood up to go sit by my window, I wandered into my mind. All that was on my mind was the same as what I had dreamt about. Mark and his lips, on mine. I really hadn’t considered what exactly would come from my actions but I knew I’d soon find out.

I heard Emma grunt to herself. I looked in her direction, removing all thoughts of the green eyes beauty I had lip locked. She was looking out my window. Or should I say, glaring. Her eyes had turned to slits. I faces slapped myself when  I realized she probably spotted Tristan.

I quickly moved to her side. “So what’s on the agenda for today?” I asked, trying to keep the mood light.

I could tell, I took a lot of effort to remove her eyes from where Tristan was probably standing. Had he spotted her? She shrugged and let her frustration out in a long groan.

“Bem, tell you what. I’m done crying over guys. I’m done putting up with so much crap. I’m beautiful, smart and every guy’s dream and I am going to start living and thinking like that,” she stated. It was far too evident in her voice that she was trying to sound confident. But I knew she was only trying to convince herself that. I already knew those facts about her.

“Emma, all those things are true. But you and I both know that you don’t even believe what you’ve just said. “  I looked into her hazel eyes, but they looked at me expressionlessly. I decided to continue,” No guy should even be worthy to let you drop a sweat, let alone a tear. And  sure as hell not Tristan Scott!” I exclaimed. I hadn’t realized how loudly I had said his name until I looked out my window and saw his eyes fixated on the both of us. Had he heard anything I had just said. I knew I should want him to, so he gets the message. But it kinda worried me.