'round and round like a horse on a carousel , we go . will I catch up to love ? I could never tell . I know , chasing after you is like a fairytale , but I , feel like I'm glued on tight this carousel ...'
I blasted music across the entire house , one of the many perks of being home alone that day . I got to take a break from my parents' glares and inspecting questions . "Why do you look so happy?" , mom asked this morning before she went off shopping. I know she didn't mean to make it sound that harsh but she talked in a hostile tone with sharp expressions .
"Nothing mom , its summer , why wouldn't I be happy" , I said calmly , to ease off the suspicions . her expressions softened and she gave me a warm smile and hugged me , pressing her mouth against my hair , and through her muffled voice I heard "It's just been a while since I've see you like that , and I just hope whatever the reason is , that it lasts".
I get what she's trying to say , I'm not exactly the typical girl who has her life figured out and got all her plans set , I leave things to chance . Last year was so tough for everyone at home , I had exams that would determine my future , so that was already enough to keep everyone on their toes , enough to make me get panic attacks. Funny how the feeling I get when I'm panicking is the same one I get while thinking of him . The dizziness , the short breath , the blurriness , like I'm dying slowly . But for him I'd die over and over every night , and resurrect again each morning .
'why did you steal my cotton candy heart , you threw it in this damn , coin slot . Now I'm stuck , I'm stuck . riding , riding , riding ....'
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182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters
Short Story'Love will always be a game' A wolf in sheep's clothing , for help he cries . A girl with a glass heart, couldn't see his lies . Wolves pry , its in their eyes and she cant save herself , no matter how much she tries PS: all illustrations , includi...
