Short Stories

Someone Is Interested in You

I wrote this using a fortune cookie!

By Lexie3234

I was flying. Maybe I was falling, but it felt like I was flying. I was flying to the infinite skies that lie ahead. Then I was falling again. I was falling to the black cement underneath me. It seemed that the abyss did end. The hole I dug for myself wouldn't get any deeper. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt a rush, and my eyes opened, feeling the weight of my body as if I'd actually hit the ground. I look around my room at the mirrors all around. My wide eyes narrowed in appreciation at the beautiful girl that stared back at me. My ego doesn't even matter anymore. I was flawless. I could get anybody I wanted, and they wouldn't even know what hit them.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I looked at me. I looked at the beautiful features that blessed me and, without thinking, picked up my tube of mascara.

"You're beautiful," I said to myself quietly, hoping no one would hear me. I nearly took the brush out of the tube, but then I remembered that I didn't need it. I would never need it. I'm perfect.

"I'm perfect," I said.

"I'm perfect," I continued.

"I'm perfect. I'm perfect. I'm perfect. I'm perfect," I said the only two words that gave me confidence; the two words that kept me going and kept me away from the black shadow of inferiority that loomed over me. My head spun, and I bent down over the sink. I looked up.

"You're perfect," I said to my reflection. My hands shook and I looked back down at the sink. I set down my mascara, hoping for a day when I wouldn't do this.I just can't let anyone be better than me. I'm perfect. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and then walked away, returning to my room and, hopefully, returning to my dreams.

The next day I awoke to my alarm. The sound it made blared in to my ears as I groaned and sat up. I hit the snooze button and thought that this could be the day that I finally tell him about the way I felt. Actually, I could tell him about how I've always had feelings for him. Today could be the day.

I got dressed. I didn't care what I wore. I looked good in anything. I walked out to the bus stop and waited for the yellow prison bus to come and take me. When she finally came, I got on and sat in my seat, almost immediately falling asleep again. Waking up when the bus stopped at school was no surprise. I've gotten used to the route. When the bell rang to signal the start of school, I got off the bus and walked towards the entrance. The people around me pushed and shoved their way through, making it difficult to do anything. Most of these people seem completely strange, especially compared to me. The greasy hair and dirty clothes gave me the chills when I looked at the nearly seventy percent of the student body walking in the same direction as me. I tried to make my way through the crowd faster than everyone else, but ended up falling down.

"You need some help," someone said, concerned. I looked up to see him staring in to my eyes, hand still outstretched. I put my hand in his and let him pull me up as I felt the soft warmth his hand provided.

"I like you," I blurted out after I was finally standing. I looked up at him with wide eyes. I did not mean to say that. I covered my mouth and looked down.

"I'm sorry," he replied. "I don't like girls who are so full of themselves they decide to fall without being able to get back up on their own." After that he just walked away. I watched and saw him reach the door with no problems. I watched the door close behind him as one insignificant teardrop fell down my cheek like the drizzle before the storm. My feet started moving faster than ever before. I ran.

I ran up the stairwell and on to the roof, decorative rocks crunching beneath my feet. My eyes latched onto the ledge. I slowed down and slowly walked to the ledge where my eyes fell, the light reflecting off of a piece of broken glass among the rocks. I placed one of my legs atop the ledge, my other following. I suddenly realized that I wasn't jumping because of what he'd said. I was jumping because of what I'd become. My inferiority was just a disguise to hide the awful personality I'd achieved. My outside may have been perfect, but my insides weren't. I was done living with how inhuman my own thoughts had become.

Then I was flying. Maybe I was falling, but it felt like I was flying. The abyss does end. I'd stopped digging. I was done living without human emotion. This time I did hit the ground. I could finally see. I know now to see beyond myself. Make sure you see the importance of everything. Keep your eyes open.