My Descriptive writing pieces

Waiting For Superman

Do you ever just get that feeling - that feeling that you can't place on your tongue? Yeah what's up with that? Overthinking these days has become the new normality, especially for Anastasia. She sits on her bed and reads a physical book for the first time in years. She doesn't enjoy it because she struggles - but with this book, she's found herself. Her true main character- one she can relate too. As she sits there, same song on repeat, she gets a feeling. A feeling we've all had at least once, that feeling of not knowing how you feel.

Yes it's confusing and may not actually make sense, but nothing really makes sense until you've experienced it enough times to do so. She scrambles over to her bay window and watches the rain droplets race each other down the pane of glass. As she's watching the way the world moves, she's talking to angels, counting the stars and making wishes on a passing car. She longs for that sense of familiarity- something to save her before it's too late - before she gets swept off her feet into a place where no one wants her to go yet. Heaven.

She wants to die, she's been waiting for her own 'superman' to come and save her from all her quarrels and issues. But he hasn't arrived yet. If he hasn't come to fly her away to somewhere where she can be herself and not be ashamed of it, she'll have to take matters into her own hands and fly there herself. Fly there spiritually. On top of all the hate she feels for herself, as well as the other feelings she craves, she can't help but feel ignored or even jealous. She gets overlooked, but she doesn't deserve that, no one does. That's when she thought her mind had been changed, her phone started to ring - it was her friend Daniella. For the first time, she's not had to pester or ring them first. She excitedly picks up the phone, "Oh hey Danni, how's everything dabbling on your end?" The call fell into an awkward silence. "Oh um - everything is great, yeah it's great. Sorry, I was meant to call someone else but my finger slipped. But we can meet for coffee tomorrow if you're not too busy?" Anastasia smiled for the first time in days. "Oh that's fine and coffee would be lovely, let's say Millie's at 11:00? Would that be ok for you?" She's gleaming, she couldn't remember the last time she was so happy. "Sounds perfect, see you then - love ya" This now have her something to look forward too, maybe she doesn't need her own superman anymore, she has been recognised by someone other than the 4 purple walls of her bedroom.

To Anastasia, the night flew by and it was the day she was finally going to meet a friend for coffee. She arrives a little early so she can secure a table for two, orders herself a tea as she's not a big fan of coffee and waits. She anxiously watched the clock, 11:12, 11:30, 11:56. "She must be held up" she thought, so being the person she is - she waits even longer. She starts to worry when it comes to 1:30pm, "she's not coming is she" she thought, and with that she stood up and left crying. All she ever does is the best for other people and what does she get back? Nothing.

As soon as she got home, the walls and empty apartment greeted her, she couldn't take being a doormat anymore. She decided to do something her own way and to not give a fuck about whatever other people say or try and get her to do. Anastasia is flying away tonight, no matter which form it is, it was her last night here ever. She ran a bath, had a good few drinks, took some sleeping medicine and grabbed her razor blade. This was it, if she was gonna go, she was gonna enjoy it. NOBODY was taking that away from her. She hopped in, continued to drink and carved her name into her wrists - getting the satisfaction she craved. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was talking to her angels again, dancing with the strangers she sees in her head. Her eyes dropped slowly, she couldn't control them, this was it - this was her escape card.

At 4:44pm her heart stopped in that bathtub

At 4:44pm, her superman took her away

Away from her hurtful and pain-filled life, she's going to her own utopia within the stars she wished upon.