chapter five - stabs and stitches
"twelve"
The little girl was falling.
She was not falling like she did for Adrien. This was much more thrilling. This was in fact, horrifying.
She was slowly falling into a dark abyss which contained unexplored insecurities and inhibitions. She was a social butterfly slowly dying. Her beautiful wings were now a lovely shade of brown and grey. Just like everyone else.
The sparkle in her eyes dimmed and the smile on her lips turned down.
Cailee was different than what she thought. Cailee was not good. Cailee pushed girls onto the floor, Cailee teased girls about their hair, Cailee bullied girls.
Cailee was mean.
But the little girl was the only one Cailee was nice to. Cailee helped the little girl with make-up and Adrien, Cailee took care of the little girl like a child.
Cailee only thought of the little girl as a child. Not a friend, a child.
"Baby, come here." Cailee gestured for the little girl to come by Cailee's side.
The little girl walked over smiling, unaware of what was going to happen.
"Yes?" She asked pleasantly and plopped down next to her.
"This is Jenni and Aerial. They will sit with us and be with us at our table. Understand?"
"Alright." She was excited at the thought of new friends.
After a while, she did not like Jenni anymore. She hated Jenni.
Jenni squealed and clung to Cailee. Jenni stared at Adrien when he walked past. Jenni was talking about how much she loved Adrien.
Aerial was quiet. Aerial smiled at the little girl sadly at her best friend's obnoxious behaviour. Jenni and Aerial.
"His eyes are so, oh, my, god," Jenni squealed.
"He's my baby's though," Cailee said. My baby was how Cailee referred to the little girl as.
"Oh, but I love him. Do you even like him as much, baby?" Jenni often called the little girl 'baby' mockingly. The little girl felt sad.
Did she love Adrien as much as Jenni did? It seemed as if she did not based on how much Jenni talked about Adrien. Which was much more than the little girl did.
Slowly but surely, the little girl withered. An exotic rose she was, transformed into an iris. Just an iris.
Put down by the obstacles in her life, the little girl fell and hurt herself to the point where she did not want to get up. She could not get up.
She fell at twelve, she sat there hurt till she was sixteen. Now let's move to the present, the little girl not little anymore. The little girl still hurt.
The second If.
If only the little girl had gotten up and left Jenni and Cailee. She wouldn't have withered so badly. If only she believed in herself and how she felt, her heart wouldn't have broke. If only she did something, anything, to stay alive. But she's dead inside.
Eunice Gretal Eelia. That was her name, but does that really matter anymore?
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Short Storywishing is useless- "if i didn't hurt her, if i wasn't in her life, if i tried hard enough," -because what's the point of wishing, when we cannot do anything about it anyways?
