Trapped In Reverse

Trapped in reverse-Man

(If your still there after THAT CHAPTER then your a tough little cookie,here's a nice chapter to clean your mind ～(^з^)-♡ )

"A new one for you!"

It was around this time when I got these strange poems From lithuna.They all followed the same genre,love and joy.She was such a kind and sweet girl who was always there for me,despite my issues.

I received the first one a few days ago and it was extremely beautiful so I got her to continue writing them.She said she always wanted to be a writer so this was basic.I picked up the gentle paper that was covered in glitter.

The flowers shine under the sun
I love them alot
They make me smile
For a while
I wish I was a flower
So I could rebloom
A new perfect girl
A new perfect girl

I love having my petals
My gentle and soft little petals
They feel shiny under the same sunshine,the shining light
I used to cry under
But now I smile
I am now,a perfect little girl
A perfect little flower

I thought it was a cute little note so I praised her and bought her a gift.I was always the one to over exaggerate things when it came to lithuna.No reward to big for a task completed by a friend.

I took the new note from out of her hand and began to read as she smiled at me,brightly.She was always so happy and cheerful around me,like my private sunshine or something.

I started to read the first sentance but this one was...different.I look up at her and she just looked back blankly.I expected another sweet poem but what I got was unexpected.

How do I get this man
This man outside
Out of my body
Out of my mind
All these thoughts
Keep me up at night
So good night
Good night bye

The man is here
But he's also gone
I am happy
I am sad
I am strong
For the girls
And the boy I need
This man will have to
Get out and leave
Goodnight you will say
Good bye I will pray

I look up in confusion as I try to understand why she wrote this.What does it even mean? The Man? What man? Why is this one the complete opposite of the first?

"Do you like it? I love making these poems for you! Your my soulmate after all!"

"You know,why am I your soulmate when you like girls?"

"simple!"

"is it really...?"

I sigh,exhausted by her hugs and wired poems and we sit down by the trees.Don't get me wrong,I love her!...but there are a few problems with us being so close.

One,everyone thinks we are dating especially when we had off into the trees.They are always destroying taking me about my skin and now this? Sigh....

Two,I have a boy I like and he also thinks we are going out.I can't date and have to listen to my parents talk about her hand in marriage,how many kids we will have,what we will do in the future,all that stuff.Luckily,her family want nothing to do with me and keeps a barrier from us getting forced into marriage from my could-give-less-of-a-fuck parents.

I heard a year ago,that she broke up with her girlfriend so I'm trying to be nice and comforting.I know she's in a bad situation with all this pressure and sadness,and I just want to help her.

Why did we have to turn out as soulmates? I don't want our relationship to change no matter what! It hasn't for years!

The man outside

Who could that be? Her ex? No she said "man" not "boy" so maybe brother? But she's on good terms with her older brother! What the hell.....

I look at lithuna, who's clinging to my waist trying to pick out some flowers for me.It's her hobby to give flowers to all the people who hurt her,she says the better at being nice to them,the more they will be be nice or something.Well it's been 3 years and she's still getting bullied so I would guess it doesn't work,why is she so persistent? Those girls,the popular prissy little girlies who stunt their stuff all over the school and get rewarded.I wish she would get caught by the head already!

Then life would be perfect.

I sit down and rest with her before the bell goes off and lunchtime ends.Such a peaceful day...