We all awake
Due to the blinding sun.
Ugh,
I groan.
Ugh's right,
Paisley agrees,
Can we turn the sun off?
I giggle,
And Kyler smiles
At me.
I don't remember
Anything,
Paisley tells us.
Me either,
Kyler says.
But I do.
I remember.
Paisley knows Ana,
And Paisley knows
I know Ana.
It starts to rain,
Big, heavy raindrops.
The sky is crying.
Oh great, rain,
Paisley complains.
I love storms,
I say,
It lets me know
That even the sky
Screams sometimes.
I open my door,
Not waiting for a response,
And step onto the
Cold stone.
And then,
I lay down,
On the
Hard cement.
What the hell are you doing?
Kyler screams to me.
Shouting to be heard
Over the now
Rumbling thunder.
I ignore him,
And close my eyes.
Trying desperately,
To take away the skies
Pain.
The rain
Is suddenly shielded
From my open mouth,
And I open my eyes
To find Kyler's face
Inches from mine.
What?
I ask.
His lips
Tug at the corner.
I think
Maybe
You should sit in the
Dry,
And
Warm
Car.
He tells me.
Instead of the
Cold,
And
Wet
Concrete.
But if I lay in the rain,
Maybe I can drown
In something other than
My own thoughts,
I explain.
All storms come to their end,
Preslee.
I'm not sure if
In that moment,
He was referring
To the actual weather,
Or to my roller coster life.
But, Kyler, some
Wind up leaving
Lifetimes of damage
In their path.
He opens his mouth,
To respond,
But a flash
Of white lightning
Cuts him off.
A scream
Escapes my lips,
And he immediately
Jerks me to my feet,
And hurls me
Into the car.
In the drivers seat,
He sighs.
As if ten minutes
With me,
Would exhaust
Any normal person.
Preslee,
Paisley's voice murmurs
From the back seat,
You're one crazy ass bitch.
Kyler's hand
Intertwines with mine,
As if sealing the deal.
I'm now his,
And he is mine.
You like your girls insane,
I tell him.
He squeezes my hand.
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Ana in Wonderland
PoetryPreslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...