The Phoenix and the Flame

Act 1: Loss

  As I lay across the satin sheets that didn't belong to me, and as I gazed into eyes that will never be mine, I remained in my position, stiff. I wondered, what did I own? I had just given away the one thing I possessed,  my innocence, to a boy who has yet to gather the maturity to realize the gift that he was given. He moved me to the side like a coroner during a busy day. I was just another body. What was a first time luxury to me seemed to be a leisure activity to the green-eyed Julian. And I'd soon find out he's first of many to play this deceitful role.

   "Woooooow we gotta clean ALL OF THIS up before my parents get home", he said shockingly as he gathered the golden sheets painted with the blood of my childhood.

   "I'm sorry", I whispered weakly. I couldn't move, I was far too crushed.

   Call me over dramatic, but the 15 minutes prior were nothing like the movies. I expected candlelight, romance, wooing... instead I received 15 minutes on his mom's queen size, 8 minutes of burning and 5 minutes of me freaking out because I bled more than an open wound. No candles, no flowers, no Beyoncé singing "Halo" in the background... all that it seemed to be was nothing like I imagined.

   I took a quick shower using the rags that he lent me, tossed on my school uniform and prepared to leave. Before I left, I had the strange urge to pause. Like gravity tugging me to the center of the earth, I could not exit the door. What more validation did I need? But I thought to myself, "let me at least try". I thought I'd try my hand one more time at romance, but as I gazed into the sea of his green eyes, I saw nothing. It was like they were nothing more than an uninhabited Amazon. He fiddled with his phone while making several snide comments about the time and where I had to be. Smart enought to catch a hint, I grabbed my bag, took one look at the gorgeous yet shallow high school senior and left through the threshold into the real world.