Fixing Her -ON HOLD-

Mondays and High School

d e d i c a t i o n

This one's for all the hearts that ever broke, all the things that you never spoke, all the cracks that never could heal, all the scars that can never seal.

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"Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it." - The Lion King

'She wanted to be everything. The wind that blows on your face making you feel that there is hope out there, the stars that shine in the night sky like million of tiny diamonds for you to wish upon, the rain, those tiny crystals that make those scars invisible, heal you for a while when they touch your skin. She wanted to be the entire universe.

But, at the same time, she wanted to be nothing. A black hole of nothingness, sucking everything into oblivion.

Yet, she knew that she could not be anything. She would just remain the girl who wanted to be the stars, the moon and the black hole, all at once.'

I put down my pen and tilted my head a little as I stared at the words I'd just written in my black diary.I sighed and traced a finger along the black, cursive letters. As I pondered over the black ink that was seemingly etched into my eyes, the door of my room opened with a loud bang! I whipped around to look over at my door and during this simple process, lost my holding on the edge of the bed, toppling over to the ground.

Hissing in pain, I cried out, "The fudge Autumn!" I pulled my legs underneath me while giving my best friend a death glare that would have made Hades proud.

"Well. Good morning to you too. Glad to know you woke up dreaming of rainbows and unicorns." Came the sarcastic reply of Autumn as she flipped her Auburn hair and plopped herself on my bed.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." I said. Rolling my eyes at her and snatching my diary out of her recently manicured hands.

"Hey!" She said frowning.

"Don't make yourself so much at home, homie." I smirked at my poor attempt at pun.

"That was pathetic. Now you have exactly ten minutes before I literally shove your-"

"Alright, I got it!" I snapped, cutting her off. I had nothing against swearing, In fact I used swear words quite a lot, but when I was little my dad used to joke that the day should be started on your best behavior and ended on your worst, so I kept my swear rants for the afternoons.

I looked at the photo on my bedside, it was an old one taken when I was about three, but I was happy in it. I was laughing, mother was laughing and we were all so...happy.

"By the way, I am picking your outfit today." Autumn said, taking me out of the spiral of thoughts. I looked at her white flowery sundress and shrugged. "As long as you don't destroy my room."

You see, Autumn Levy the young, tall, curvy, beautiful girl with a bright, cheery outlook at life who everyone thought would be the next Gigi Hadid actually aspired to be a fashion designer and this would not be the first time I would come out of a wash to find my room as if a hurricane had blown through it. Clothes and Autumn? Hundred percent havoc, which is exactly what happened when I came into my room ten minutes later.

"I told her not to destroy my room." I muttered, wishing a nice death for her. After all a torturous death would be too much, for she is my best friend.