Friday morning when I woke up Aiden wasn’t there anymore. The night before Aiden had told me a story about his farm back in Ireland, I suppose I fell asleep then. I remember thinking Aiden’s stories always made him sound like one of those travelers that tell dramatic stories at bon fires with the locals. I’m still not sure if I really believe him, I just think of them as stories and nothing else. Last night when I had asked him where he went when he’s not with me, he just snickered and told me a poem. A poem that sounded familiar; until I realized: I had written that poem. About a month earlier I had written a poem I called Everyone Forgets. It was about how eventually everyone forgets the one who’s always silently supported them. It was about me. During breakfast my mother brought up Alexavier, bringing up remember whens. I tried to avoid telling her about our fight yesterday. Maybe eventually she got the message that I wasn’t interested and dropped it. Then my brother started going on about this video game series calling it “the best franchise Nintendo ever made”. “Do you have track today Brigitte?” my mother asked. Damn, that’s right, I do. “Yeah” I grunted. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved to run, but now it just seems more of an obligation than something you do for fun; or to get rid of stress.
Stepping into the bathroom to take a shower a few minutes after my mom left for work, I felt a pain in my chest. Looking up and down the sink and up at the mirror, I got flashes in my mind of the day before. It got hard to breathe and my heart felt like a bomb. Sometimes I think my anxiety is more of PTSD than random outbursts. Then I remembered Aiden sat next to me. A small smile came across my face when I thought yesterday Aiden stayed with me the whole afternoon, and it was the nicest he’s ever been to me so far.
Getting dressed I realized I had gotten a text while I was in the shower. I haven’t spoken to Lynn in a while.
To: Brigitte
From: Lynn
dude let’s hang out in a couple hours. I’m almost home
To be honest, I wasn’t always keen on hanging out with friends that weren’t Alexavier. You were considered lucky if I said yes to your invitation to go somewhere. My wet hair dripped all over my screen.
To: Lynn
From: Brigitte
Where?
To: Brigitte
From: Lynn
Monkey’s then Walgreen’s. I gotta dye my hair man.
To: Lynn
From: Brigitte
Alright, text me when you’re ready.
At about 12:00 Lynn texted me telling me to come down; bad timing because I was already scarfing down a sandwich. All morning I had been tempted to look through Alex’s text messages, but I didn’t want to get depressed before I saw Lynn today. I also thought of calling him to apologize. Apologize for what? I hadn’t done anything have I? He was the one who freaked out over I don’t even know what. This was what I would call Male Menstruation.
Lynn and I ended up going to Walgreen’s first. She gasped and ran over to a wall where on the other side was a sea of makeup. ‘You should get these,” she picked up a mini do-it-yourself acrylic nail kit. “These work really well” she pointed at it with her own fake acrylic nails. I just chuckled and walked right past her to the lipsticks by L’OREAL. “I wanna get some eyebrow pencils” she walked over and picked up a lip liner pencil. I picked up some very light pink lipstick and considered buying it, not that I wore make up every day; today I did, just for Lynn, and her eye makeup was perfect as usual.
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Eternal.
Teen Fiction- A young poet suffering from PTSD and Depression thought she knew her place in life. That’s before she gets acquainted with a boy who seems to be following her. By the way he talks, and his constant disappearing, Brigitte realizes that the boy is n...
