7 Minutes in Heaven | Grayson Dolan

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grayson

(second minute)

i had noticed her staring at me. she just couldn't take her eyes off of me, and i felt somewhat flattered, yet, anxiety rose within me. her eyes became bleary, and her eyes wandered off.

i couldn't help but wonder why she felt down. i wanted to help her, but i was scared. what if she judged me? what if she pushed me away and excluded me from her thoughts?

i could do nothing other but try to communicate with her, otherwise we'd just be stuck in the contraption for the next 6 minutes in complete and utter silence, which would make me lose it.

i absolutely hate silence, it's my one fear. no matter what i do, there must be a sound to be heard. i need to know that i am still aware of my surroundings.

i lean forward, insecure as to what i should do, and finally see a tear on her left cheek, which was pale and icy as i touched it. i wiped her tear away and she looked up at me, a small, surprised gasp leaving her lips.

"reese, tell me what's wrong.", i ask her in agony. i needed to hear her angelic voice again, something needs to fill up this empty hole inside of me. i have a feeling that she can.

"oh, nothing.", she chokes back on her tears and turns away from me. i feel her tremble under my palm and shake my head.

"don't be like this. i'm not blind.", i remind her. i never liked it when people thought i was some stupid wall you could lie to either. like, i can see that you're not doing okay.

"i don't want to talk about it.", she gives in for a second and heaves a heavy breath from her nostrils. i see them flare as she turns red in her face. i sit down next to her.

she looks me in the eyes and i stare right back at hers. she had a pair of grey irises, wide and big eyes and black hair. she was immensely attractive, yet i still wondered why nobody saw her the way i did.

"you're so beautiful.", i tell her without thinking about reactions or consequences. my hand is still on her cheek after a moment. "thank you.", she whispers back.

she raises her hands to mine resting on her now blazing cheek and holds on to it, just holding it. i smile at her weakly, telling her that she can trust with anything that is on her mind. she bites her lip.

the pale walls of the room reflected the little light on the ceiling all towards her, is what it seemed like, and the candlelight shone through empty beer bottles, creating a bokeh kind of effect.

"grayson, you must know that i'm sad.", she begins heavy heartedly. i watch her shut her doors to her souls tightly. it seems like she's locked them, but she reopens them after a breath.

she doesn't know the effect she has on me, even after just a minute. i have no clue who this girl is, she was a stranger to me. but we could change that. we could get to know each other. we could open up and trust each other.

"how bad is your sad, reese?", i ask, finding it slightly weird always saying the other correspondents' name. but i liked her name a lot. it rolled off my tongue and had this special sound to it.

"clinically depressed sad, grayson.", she admits and i take my hand off of her cheek as she looks down to her lap. i raise her head by her chin. "why so?", i ask.

she clasps her hands together into a small knot and i cup my hands around them. she must know that she isn't alone through this. "remember i told you about my mother?", she asks.

i think about it for a second, then realize she meant what she had told me about her name. i nod slowly. "well, other than being addicted to peanut butter filled chocolate tarts, she was a gambling addict.", she mumbles almost inaudibly.

i rub her bony knuckles and take a look at her body. she looked like a skeleton, all thin and stuff. not even the super skinny high waisted jeans fit her. they were loose by her knees.

"someone eventually called the police and sued my mother for 'irresponsible care and neglect to her child'. i didn't have a father, he was dead before i was born.", she continues.

i feel like i'm in a documentary about her. it's not boring and a class lecture, the opposite. she was an interesting and dark place that i'd like to discover every part of.

"what happened?", i beg for her to continue. she shrugs as another tear falls from her eye. i wipe it away. "they took me away from my mother. they just took me away. i was only 12.", she whimpers at the end and chokes.

i open my arms for her to understand that she can fall into me. she can hold me for as long as she needs to. she stares at me, blinks and falls. i catch her as she begins sobbing.

"i ended up in the worst foster family ever. they used me like a maid and servant. they called me a peasant.", she says and i stroke her back, trying to comfort her.

i can't believe she would be treated this way. she shivers as she gasps for air. "reese.", i whisper her name as she stays silent. her name hung in the air like a picture on a wall.

she pulls away and rubs under her eyes. "i'm so, so sorry.", i hear her mutter and she presses her cheeks with her thumbs. i shake my head and shut my eyes.

"reese, you have done nothing wrong. no girl should be treated that way.", i say in sympathy, although sympathy is never really the best thing to give to such a person.

"can i make you feel better?"

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a/n;
a little bit more about reese and her strange behavior. hope y'all liked it.

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