Chaelisa

II

We rush off stage after waving "good-bye" to our blinks. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in. I feel like I'm going to cry, the tears stinging the corners of my eyes. But, I have to stay strong. I can't cry in front of everyone it's embarrassing.

I glance at Lisa out of the corner of my eye, changing out of her stage outfit. She has a very lean body. She's very skinny, with a small waist and toned stomach.

I can't keep thinking like this. I whip my head away and pretend to fumble with a loose thread on my shirt, before my eyes start to travel any longer. Still, though, my thoughts dwell endlessly on Lisa.

There's nothing I want more right now than to go to my room and cry and cry and contemplate my feelings and mixed thoughts.

The confusion is almost unbearable. It's eating away at me, piece by piece, something I can't control or ease. It shatters my heart to bits, over and over.

I feel so lost, like there's not a single sign in the universe to point me in the right direction.

I'm lost, all on my own. I have no one to talk to, no one to turn to.

I wonder if this uneasy feeling will ever go away...