WARNING: Story contains sexual themes, mentions of rape, drug abuse, suicide and cursing. If you can't handle that then don't read.
Prologue
"Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
Aubrey scribbled the last of the poem in her notebook. "Nothing gold can stay." she repeated quietly. Sighing she closed the notebook and placed it on her night table next to her bed. Aubrey hung off the side of her bed upside down. She lifted up the sheets revealing the wooden panel with dozens of numbers written in sharpie, crossed and scratched out. The newest number was 147. Aubrey flopped back on her bed.
147 days,
147 days of saying in this stuffy little room. The color pink was nauseating ever since she had stepped inside. The fluffy pink carpet and light turquoise shades. The baby pink paint was chipping all over the walls, like it didn't have a new coat. It needed to be repaired but her parents wouldn't change it, they couldn't. That would mean they would have to let go of the little girl they once had almost three years before.
What they didn't know was that their little girl was never going to come back. Never going to return running into their arms with her pigtails and ballet recitals. Their little girl had disappeared, along the road in that cramped white convertible and black rimmed shades.
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Maybe it was Love//Short Story
Teen Fiction“I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.”
