{ lonely nights } short song-inspired stoires

1. strawberry fields forever

"let me take you down, cos i'm going to strawberry fields."

lucy felt like a burden. she couldn't bring herself to express any emotion that could make someone sympathize or pity her. things were different after her mother barged into the bathroom before the metal could cut her skin enough to stop her own bleeding heart.

she knew when people looked at her now they didn't look at her because she was beautiful, their eyes scanned over her because she was broken. and you could tell, if you looked close enough. her strawberry blonde hair was thin and the bags under her once bright eyes seemed to never go away. her drawings were dark and all her paintings were red like her wrists in that bathroom a week ago.

lucy couldn't tell you why she wanted to die. maybe it's all in her head, but she doesn't see a point. her mom, not parents, seeing as her dad was blown to bits in iraq; tried to get her help.

she didn't have a sob story like the others in her therapy groups. they had so much wrong with them, but lucy, she just couldn't put it into words.

maybe its why her friends didn't talk to her or her mom thought the only solution was to pile on the meds and doctors. lucy wanted to live, not just be. being a human being can seem pointless, and we spend our whole lives trying to plant a purpose of being.

but lucy's plant was dying, she wasn't watering it or letting it sit in the sun. the only thing she seemed to enjoy these days was her strawberry field.

far from her home, and past the creek sat miles of strawberry fields. she knew they must be some farmer's but they had never noticed her there. just like everyone else.

lucy sits in the dirt with her sketch pad surrounded by the sweet fragrance of strawberrys and a grey sky.

maybe it'll rain. maybe the rain will cause her drawing to look like its crying, she thought.

"nothing is real and nothing to get hung about."

caleb fischer doesn't think like most people. he likes wondering things a regular person wouldn't consider, and notices the simplest or most difficult of behaviors. like how a person looks up and to the left when they're lying to you or how someone's pupils dilate if they find you attractive.

many girls find caleb attractive, with his messy brown hair and dark eyes and how he oozes charm. but he doesn't acknowledge it, maybe if the girl paying attention to him were her. but it's never her.

his friends don't quite understand him, but they let him hang around because of his witty humor or pointless, yet funny, facts he seems to never stop adding to conversations.

they invite him places, places involving parties with underdressed girls and booze. but caleb prefers to write. writing about people to be exact.

he's goes to the park or to a bus stop and sits, a pen in hand and a blank piece of looseleaf paper. caleb sits until someone catches his eye.

he watches, not in a creepy stalker way, but in the way one would watch an animal in the zoo. his pen puts his mind's thoughts onto the paper as he tries to imagine what life the person has. do they have kids? have they ever been kissed? are they wondering why we do this same dreadful routine of life everyday?

caleb watches and thinks. it's nice to try and predict someone's life, even though you'll never be able to truly know how they live it. and he likes to be alone with his thoughts, where anything and nothing can be real.

he's fascinated with life, it's so precious and fragile; but not everyone treats it that way, he notices.

caleb usually observes someone for a few minutes, and then never sees them again. but there is one person, a girl, and he can't help but notice his mind always drifts to her.