Fluffy Bunnies

Falling with Fallen Angels

On my first day of high school, I was so excited, everything was looking up. I have a group of best friends and It was going to be great... I made friends, lost them.

Had my first kiss in the back of a movie theater like every other ordinary teenage girl. And it was nice to be ordinary for a while. The queen of my own universe. Then I found other people, others who smoked and were suicidal and they made me feel like I belonged. Older girls who let me join in with their dark magic like seances and tarot readings. Older boys who talked so much about alternate realities that I would sit and ask them to tell me about all of them. I could have listened to him for hours. Girls who were skinny and beautiful who ate nothing almost ever and had famous boyfriends. I believed it all.

I then fell with the fallen.

I stopped eating where my parents couldn't see, I started failing my classes because there were simply better things to do than study. I'd stay up all night wondering what stories I would be told the next day and wrote them all down.

But then I was to move away. Away from the society that had been created within the group. I was terrified that everyone would finally self-destruct, that they would all disappear. But...

That didn't happen until years later. When I was not longer there to help...

But I had grown up, and knew it was their own doing, that I was no longer involved in their little uprising. I knew that their Apocalypse was coming...

And I had caught myself just in time.