My Thoughts

The box

I'm sat on your bed, I just finished walking here and now your flicking through shows for something to watch. So I'm sat on your bed... With a box. A key rests in my hands my eyes are locked on the chest you've handed me. It's made of wood and is locked tight. One padlock but it seems almost immovable. I turn and look at you. You turn your head to me and smile. This tightness in my chest arises and I immediately avert my eyes to the box. My hand clamps around the key as I put it into the lock. I take a deep breath and turn it.

Suddenly the chest swings open and the room becomes dark. I feel your hand on my shoulder and I turn to you. Your smile deceives me. It tells me your the same person you were a year ago. You know it's not true and I haven't changed a smidge so you know how to get in my head. I hand you the box and stand up. I stand close to the window. It's night and it's raining outside. I look out at the road. I see us. We walk round the corner and start walking to the house. Your laughing. A lot. What is this. What's that box.

I turn around to you and i see you and me sat on the bed eating pizza. You've got it all around your face and you refuse to clean it off because I told you to. You've got a smug look on your face. Suddenly the room snaps back to today. I see you sat on the bed with the box. It's not the same. Your not the same. You changed. My face scrunches up and my hands curl into fists. I turn to the door then back to you. What happened to you. You used to be the best person I know and now you just manipulate me. You use the soft spot I had for you and make me think I'm fine again. You make me think I can go to you and tell you things and you make me think that you like me. I hate you. I turn to the door and I leave.