Almost.

Chapter One

Chapter One

 

It’s a simple thing. Life. It’s something almost everyone enjoys. But there’s that keyword, almost. People believe that life isn’t about dying, it isn’t about worrying about when our last breath will be taken or how much it will hurt or how quickly you can fall into nothingness. No one really sees how much this world can actually be horrible.

In my own words, I’d say this world is nothing but water and we’re all just drowning.

I know that many people like to think that when that someone perfect walks into their life, they are fully complete. But we aren’t puzzles. We aren’t some mixed up puzzle pieces that no one can seem to fit into place. If we were than we’d all feel that complete when we meet someone new. We can go through life without that person saying anything to us or having them touch us or whisper to us. It’s all just a dream, a twisted dream that everyone says is reality. You don’t love that person, in fact you may hate them with all your heart, you’re just terrified to admit it.

People take advantage of all the things they have. It’s common sense to destroy what’s ever your’s because you have a right to. Well, no, you really don’t have a right. Why take something for granted? You’re not cool or popular. It doesn’t make you either of those things. People take everything they can grasp onto for granted. Expensive items they have received, friends, family, loved ones.

He took me for granted. He held me close for a moment. Three seconds to be exact. He explored my body, touched my back, my waist, the curve of my hips. He cradled me there. He made me feel like a fool when I stood back and took a deep, unhealthy breath and stared into his eyes. He walked away after that. He didn’t realized that I was barely breathing. I couldn’t hold onto him like he did to me, I couldn’t push him against a wall and let my fingertips glide over his neck and shoulders.

I’ve scraped my knees digging deeper into the soil of foolness. Everyone saw my way down that road and how easily I had fallen. Everyone knew I was running down the path and everyone knew that I wasn’t ready for it to become this difficult.

Everyone thought I was the young, weak, vulnerable little girl that everyone could mess with. I would never say anything to them. The comments and the murmurs and whispers as I passed by went beyond my ears. Everyone heard everything. And within that hour, that day, that week, that goddamn month, I was that everything.