I start writing down my thoughts.
He whispers helpful hints in my ear of what to put down.
Fat.
Ugly.
Useless.
Stupid.
Unwanted.
Disgusting.
I work the words into the paper like my art works.
Intense and extreme.
I realize I need more ideas, so I close my eyes.
He shows up again, and starts yelling this time.
Shy.
Dumb.
Miserable.
Offensive.
Pathetic.
Pessimistic.
I finish up my writing and sign my name.
It hits me then, its not a writing, but a note.
YOU ARE READING
Lovely Green Eyes (In Final Editing)
HorrorHer lovely greens eyes always disappear. I see them there, as beautiful as ever. But then he always appears, covering her eyes. She never gets to stay for long. And soon, she'll never even come.
