Often times, when it rains, I don't feel so alone. I simply let the water carry my heart back up to my chest where it used to comfortably rest years ago, and if I listen closely, I can almost hear it beat again. Years ago; when it wasn't a chore for me to crack a smile or tell people I was fine. Years ago, when I didn't rely on substances to take me away from everything I was feeling. Now i find myself here again, relying on a boy who I've ran back to far too many times, just to get a hold of that feeling again, even if it only lasts for a moment. I know I shouldn't, but it's hard to say no. Even if I don't enjoy it, it's clear to me that he does. That alone almost makes me feel something. Like maybe I'm not completely useless.
My eyes are stuck on the window next to his bed as I imagine the water droplets racing to the bottom of the window sill. I touch it with my finger and draw circles on the cold glass. A shiver runs through my naked body and I shake.
"You okay baby?" He asks, rubbing his finger lovingly on my arm.
"Yeah." I lie and then fall on my back; eyes fixed on the ceiling cause sometimes I can't look at him. I let out a sigh.
"You wanna smoke?"
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The Things You See
Teen Fiction"The things you see everyday are things that I can only dream of feeling" Salem Jane, a girl with a hell of a family story finds herself in high school struggling with drug addiction, a boy she just can't seem to shake and a handful of other heartbr...
