I saw a girl travelling endlessly. In the beginning, she was a bright and happy child; but as the years wore on she faced many hardships not many endured at her young age. I saw many masks: fake ones, full of fake emotions, real and genuine emotions, genuinely the most fake ones she paraded around at home even. Images flashed through my mind; I could see her struggle in everyday life, the happy times and the occasional self hate. I tried to tell her that she was perfect in every way - the bullshit no one believes but everyone says to everyone to try and make them feel better - but I couldn't reach her.
I wondered about what made her self hate manifest so vehemently and another set of images flashed in my mind. I gasped as I watched the terrible images; verbal, emotional and physical abuse had weathered her.
I saw her interactions and saw many expectations for one so young. She was an interesting child, I mused.
The girl seemed to be so tired of the endless tirade of blame and the forced decisions as she grew up. Even though there were many bad things that had happened to her in her life, I was pleased to see her enjoy and appreciate the little joys of life: friends, having a family, shelter and food.
My smile dropped from my face when I saw all the lonely crying sessions she endured as she was growing up. My heart ached when she was afraid of being caught crying.
I grinned when I saw images of the now teenager still trying to have fun, running through sprinklers. I sighed and returned to my bed because the images stopped. I slipped under the covers and dreamed of a familiar young woman dreaming of her and another girl running through a forest. One with a banana in her hand, and the other holding a leather jacket and was in the process of wrapping the jacket around the shoulders of the girl holding the banana. I watched as she twisted and turned in bed and mumbled things. She smiled at the crazy things the girl with the banana did and subsequently made her do too. Her bright eyes glistened with veiled mischief and the girl with the banana's very existence provided moments of bliss in the dark world of hers.
"She inspires me. A true Veiled Bliss."
- LMJ
YOU ARE READING
The Payphone (Camren)
FanfictionEvery day it rang. Every day Camila ignored it, until one day Camila picked up the Payphone on the shady alley that branched off Cameron Street. The Voice that spoke: It was not what Camila was expecting, and neither was the journey that followed. T...
