❝I understand..but why is it that someone with such a beautiful heart prays for it to stop beating?...❞
A girl who's ridiculed with night terrors,
A boy who's suicidal,
Different yet the same,
They meet at midnight.
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Please, pretty please listen to the song above. Summer Walker- Shame
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T H E M| N I G H T O N E
THE sounds of nature enveloped her like a warm blanket, shielding her from getting lost in her chaotic mind. The howling winds glided through her curly hair, whisking her little tresses in a backward motion. Her grasping ear drunk every bit of noise it could receive like an infant yearning to be feed by its mother. Her sighs of exhaustion twirled in the lucid air as her head rocked back and forth wanting to fall into a deep slumber. Her subconscious pleading and begging her to sleep yet she refused. She knew the consequences of doing the thing that one could not live without.
"I'm tired." She mumbled. Each time her eyes would blink, the more they were tempted to stay shut. The regular short, sharp sound that came a piece of jewelry that was wrapped around her wrist reminded her that the rest of the world was in a deep sleep while she was not.
"Sleep," Her subconscious suggested.
"You know I can't." She responded.
Her eyes averted up at the beautiful works of God, trying to distract herself from her demons. The moon's luminous light smiled upon her sepia skin, the blessed stars reflected on her mocha irises causing a little glint of chartreuse. She felt contentment when she was in her special place, only in her special place. She let out a long, agonizing breath, thinking about the godforsaken world she would be swept into if she fell asleep.
Misery. Sweet Misery. She thought, letting out a bitter, distasteful laugh. Her fingers inlaced with the bristled, basil grass.
"It's beautiful. Isn't it?" A deep, silken voice said, pointing towards the sky in admiration. The stranger shook her out of her lonesome thought process. She averted her eyes in the stranger's direction. Fern eyes with specs of parakeet studying her in the darkness. She hummed in response not giving the stranger a second glance.
The stranger took a seat beside her. The stranger started shuffling around on the rich grass trying to get comfortable which annoyed her immensely.
All she wanted was a piece of mind but she could never get it.
"Why are you here?" She questioned, vexation evident in her voice. Her body stayed rigid, still feeling the gaze of another.
"I came to think, you?" The stranger replied, fatigue entangled in his voice.
"I'm always here."
She finally turned her head to get a good look at the stranger. Hair as dark as the midnight sky vailed his head. His hand-crafted face had a chiseled jawline that shined in the shadow of light. Her eyes traveled over his lean yet toned body in lust, just a tab. She caught a glimpse of an obsidian colored skull hanging as fingers dug into the bone, cracks and dents mended into the parietal part of the skull. Sangria liquid dripped from the head. That image engraved into the flesh of his neck, it danced as he moved his jaw. Her eyes met his once more, such pain laid within them disguised by immense detachment. He held an enigma persona that with one look you would've never guessed he was hurting inside.
He felt as though her glistening, enticing eyes perused him like an open book, he shifted under her gaze. She noticed the slight movement and removed her eyes from him and back at the stars that held her deepest secrets.
"If you're wondering, yes, I'm new. I saw a peaceful place, so I took the opportunity." He mentioned trying to break the vivid tension that stained the air. She only nodded in acknowledgment.
She heared his faint breaths as it traveled in the wind, it sent a feeling of ecstasy over her soothing the beast inside that plagued her mind. She glanced at him wanting to speak but she refrained.
He listened to her soft sigh wondering if she peered through each corner of his soul as she looked at him. He debating on wether or not to talk to her but before the words could ooze from his lips he stopped.
The silence clouded the air and their minds, both lost in the depths of thoughts, both can feel each other wanting to speak to the other but nothing was said.
Both feared the other wouldn't understand their mental issues. The fear of being ridiculed once more was not something they were willing to risk.
