Hearts

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Glass
So fragile
So brittle
It can break from the slightest touch
It can be a burden
Some carry that burden
With their hearts

Gold
The light
The bright ones
That's what they are called
Bright ones?
For they only see the good
They fix the Glass ones

Max woke up to see the roof of his tent the sun shined through as if to wake him for his nightmare. Max hadn't slept in a week he couldn't sleep knowing that when the camp was over he would have to go back to his bickering parents. Max had the burden of a glass heart, he would cry about things he didn't understand. If it was too much he would cage his heart if not he would hide. At home, his hiding place was the attic he pretty much lived there. He normally slept there too since make-up sex was a normal thing for his parents, that's why he is here his parents had makeup sex and forgot the condom.

Max threw on his hoodie and headed out into the bright sun of the June morning. He stepped over rocks and sticks as he speed-walked to the mess hall. Once there he bumped into Nurf in line for breakfast "Hey you little cunt don't do that again!" Nurf yelled Max just pulled on his hood and ignored the bully. The line slowly moves up, Max finally manages to get his food served by the grandmaster in a hairnet. It was breakfast burrito day one of Max's favorites. After receiving his food he grabbed a small juice drink and sat with Nikki and Neil. They started dating a week ago after Neil kissed Nikki in lake lavender. A lot has changed since their first year at Camp Campbell Norris and Harrison have started dating, Dolph finally figured out what was wrong with the way he acted a lot like Hitler, Ered was put into flower scouts, Nurf well he didn't change, and Space Kid's  dream became as big as his head.

Max's POV
I will tell you one thing, being 15 with a crush on your 25-year-old counselor is a living hell. This crush started 3 years ago and I haven't told Nikki or Neil, I want to don't get me wrong I do, but I just can't ok I just fucking can't! I stared at David my cheeks warm, 'Shit shit shit I'm doing it again' I look away from David jumping into Neil and Nikki's flirt time. Ew, I finish my juice and burrito and head to the forest. I'm not a Disney princess, but I do sing in the forest if I'm alone. It's probably best David doesn't know that. Preston is having a show tonight where you plug in your phone to the stereo and sing along to whatever song comes on. It is either sing or have Preston shun me, both are terrible because Preston is the person I bully since I need someone my own size to pick on. The song Mean Girls pops into my head as I sit by a tree.

I allow the song to rise from my throat. I only love this song because back at school I was picked on by three girls all named Heather, the where the popular kids and I was a street rat. I started to tap the beat on one of tree trunks and let the words leave my mouth.

"Do you ever go to lunch with no one by your side
Cause the moment you arrive, they all leave the table
Calling me everything but my name
Need I remind you again just call me Max
How would you feel if you running home crying
Lock yourself in your room, don't want anyone to see ya
While everyone's having fun outside, and you're telling yourself

I won't let it get to me no more
I don't wanna feel this way
I can't believe I let it go so far
No no, it's not okay
What do you know about me?
Do you wanna know what I think?
Mean girls, mean girls
I'm a just comb you outta my curls
Mean girls, mean girls
You no longer run my world
Mean girls, mean girls
I'm a just comb you outta my curls"

I pull Mr. Honeynuts out of my pocket and hug him tears streaming down my face. 'Fuck Fuck I need to stop crying', but I couldn't the song released emotions I had bottled up. The emotions they saw where mirrored. Mirroring was a skill I mastered from my time alone, I hated groups or crowds they made me feel like I was a piece of dust. The next lyric came out of my lips softer, but with more sadness than before.

"How would you feel every time you go to school
Someone's looking at you weird calling you a loser
All these girls wearing bubble-gum pink
Guess I didn't get the memo
Cause they're laughing at my blue shirt
Well I hope you feeling good about you treating someone you know like a perfect stranger
Cause it's easier than standing by my side
Ohhh
I won't let it get to me no more
I don't wanna feel this way
I can't believe I let it go so far
No no, it's not okay
What do you know about me?
Do you wanna know what I think?
Mean girls, mean girls
I'm a just comb you outta my curls
Mean girls, mean girls
You no longer run my world"

No matter how many times I sang the chorus my cries grew louder and louder. I layed on my side hoping the tears would leave my eyes, but they only grew stronger. I sat crying for what felt like a millennial crushing Mr. Honeynuts black button eye into my hands. I am an ugly crier and a pretty lier who acts like his father when he curses and his mother when he cries, he had his mother's heart.

"Who do you think you are
Loudmouth, cafeteria star
Maybe somebody was cruel to you
So you think that's what you're supposed to do
One day, it might be you
When you need a friend, but you no longer cool
When everyone leaves when you walk in the room
I just hope they forgive you

I won't let it get to me no more
I don't wanna feel this way
I can't believe I let it go so far
No no, it's not okay
What do you know about me?
Do you wanna know what I think?
Mean girls, mean girls
I'm a just comb you outta my curls
Mean girls, mean girls
You no longer run my world
Mean girls, mean girls
I'm a just comb you outta my curls

Mean girls, mean girls
You no longer run my world."

************1 hour later*************

I awoke by that same tree hours later by David he was scooping me up in his arms like a bride. It might have been summer, but I felt cold and David was warm. David smelled like smores and fire ashes, which made me sleepy it did honestly to god. I was soon asleep again in David's arms he was taking me somewhere and that didn't matter. My cheeks were probably scarlet while I was sleeping, but I didn't care. I hope you get the point cause I do........

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