Short Stories

Girl With A Millon Words

"What made you come here, anyway?" Alya asks, breaking the silence.

  "I used to be the girl who could put a pencil to paper and write for hours on end, the girl who people would come to for help on English papers. The girl who, when asked to write ten pages, would write twenty. The girl who could sit down and read for hours on end with a cup of tea and a blanket." She nods, urging me to continue. "Now I'm the girl who doesn't remember what it's like to hold a pencil and have a million and one ideas pop into her head, the girl who can barely write six pages without running out of ideas." I explain. She looks up at me expectantly. She gives me an expression that reads, 'tell me more.' so I continue.

   "I miss being able to tell the best stories and knew a quote to fit every situation. I miss being the girl with a thousand words. The girl with an amazing mind and bright eyes because all I am now is the girl with a wild mind but a silent mouth and dull eyes."

    She nods. "So that's why you're here. To write again." I shake my head. "It's not just writing. It's feeling." I say. "It's to feel something. To know what it feels like to be able to think like I used to. To look at something and give it a beautiful story that could end in tragedy or happily ever after. To meet a person and make up a back story that frames who they are now.

    "I'm here to see the world how I always loved seeing it. I used to look at the world as if it was the most beautiful thing. Now I look at it and don't feel anything. I want to feel like me again." I sigh and set my notebook down before I look up to see Alya staring at me, doe - eyed with a tear rolling down her cheek.

     "Maybe you already have." She says. "Maybe up until now, you just haven't wanted to."