In my own little world.

Part Six

"In my mind, I am a grain of sand on the biggest beach in the world. I am different but no one ever sees it, like that. All they see is the same thing. Sand. That makes up a blanket that separates the land from the water. Like a blanket, however, when a small thread is loose from it, no one ever notices, or if they do, they don't care and do nothing about it. Only when the thread and seams start to come undone, unravel and rip, then they take notice. Some will throw the blanket away and replace it, but for those willing to put in the effort to sew the blanket back up, does the blanket become weaker or stronger than before?"

Lace looked at Melanie, feeling a bit embarrassed that she just shared a poem with her.

"Well?" she asked. "Why'd you want to hear my writing. It's nothing special."

Melanie smiled and was quite pleased with her poem.

"Well, like you said, Lace, we probably should get to know each other more, especially since we're going to be roommates and all."

Whatever Melanie was doing, Lace didn't buy it.

"Quit the bullshit," Lace said. "You haven't even told me anything about yourself yet a--"

"I was on a bridge about to jump. Someone was very fast at getting me down." Melanie looked relatively uncomfortable when she told her that. Lace saw this and prepared to tell her story. "Well, I uhh..."

"Don't," Melanie interrupted. "You don't have to tell me. Hell, I don't even want to know. Just be my friend."