five ; fragile
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AUDREY
It had been a few hours since I last spoke to Harley, and she seemed so fragile. Like if you hugged her too hard, she would break into tiny little pieces and they would all flow into the wind. Like she would turn to dust.
I normally never talked to random people, but I need a new friend considering all the others had forgotten about me. Even Noah found a new girlfriend that he always chooses over me, but it's totally fine. Maybe isolation is what I need more of now a days.
There was a knock on my bedroom door, the smallest knock I think I've ever heard. That if this person knocked too hard, the door would completely bust open. "Come in!" I shouted from across the room, quickly fixing my hair before the door opened slowly with a loud creek.
I looked over to see Harley, standing there like a deer in the headlights. It was kind of adorable. "Hey," I smiled, tossing my phone on the bed so it would be out of the way, and I made sure to silence it. I hated it when people were on their phones while I was there, so I made sure not to do it too much either.
She gave me a very small smile, holding her hands together in front of her like she was scared to move, or scared to talk. She was so shy, and she seems so afraid of everyone. Then there is you, not afraid of dying anymore. Not afraid to do what you need to do, because your past led you up to this point. You're cold hearted, and you know it.
"You can sit on the bed, if you'd like," I told her, pointing toward the obvious large object in the room. She wore a shirt that revealed her collar bone, which I haven't seen her wear. Her collar bone looked so skinny, and when she noticed I was staring, she started to nervously play with a heart shaped locket that she wore around her neck.
She looked so fragile as she walked over to the bed and sat down on the end of the purple sheets. I didn't know what to say, but I knew she wasn't going to be the one to start the conversation. My phone buzzed from the bed, and I rolled my eyes.
I made my way over to the bed, plopping down on the soft surface and putting my phone under the bed, but I still got a glimpse of the 10th message from Gina. She was begging me to take her back, but I don't ever respond, because I know I don't have the guts to say no to her when she pleads. I never did. But, I knew that I didn't need her anymore. I just needed me, being normal again.
I sat back up, to see Harley watching in confusion. She looked away after a few seconds of me looking at her confused expressions. "Why are you doing this?" She asked. I turned my head to look at her, happy that she had finally spoken to me. "To make new friends, don't you want new friends?"
She nodded slowly, almost like she wanted to say that she didn't know, but didn't have the heart to right now. I fully understood that feeling. She looked so scared to be here, like she couldn't be around anyone but herself, that she couldn't talk to anyone but the demons in her head.
You talk to your demons, because that's all you have anymore. You beg constantly for someone you can understand, but no one is ever going to understand you.
"I'm sorry, but, I don't know. I just don't really want to tell anyone about me..." she finally spoke, followed by a small sigh of relief, as if she had been holding in the words for a long time. You would tell anyone what happened to you and your friends, because you want people to feel sorry for you. You want people to pay attention to you, but no one pays attention to a fool.
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Trauma ➸ Audrey Jensen [1]
Fanfiction❝THE TRAUMA DOESN'T GO AWAY, SO I KEEP ON MAKING IT.❞ [© AUDREYJENSN 2017]