The Approaching Curve

Smile.

smile  [smahyl]

n.

1. A facial expression characterized by an upward curving of the corners of the mouth and indicating pleasure, amusement, or derision.

2. A pleasant or favorable disposition or aspect.

Madelynn's little emotional breakdown was over.

Done.

Forgotten.

Her emotions were like a sink drain.

She would plug up the sink and the water would flow.

Until it reached the very top.

Unplugging this sink would mean sadness.

And overflowing...

Overflowing.

Too much.

Too much for one person.

One person.

One human.

Human's are meant to keep this sink unplugged.

If not, they get help.

Madelynn didn't need help before.

And her foster parents didn't believe she needed it now.

Little did they know day by day, this small girl was falling apart.

Falling apart.

Falling.

The girl didn't like falling.

Madelynn walked up to the large, rather ugly mirror in the attic.

She hadn't looked in a mirror since she was sent to live with Lacie's.

She didn't need to.

She don't want to.

A girl in the mirror stared back at her.

Who was she?

The girl had forgotten what she looked like.

It was as if her identity was stripped from her.

The girl in the mirror had shoulder length brown hair.

It waved like the ocean with an occasional curl or two.

Her parents thought it was beautiful.

The girls skin was very white, simply one less meal away from becoming sickly pale.

If anyone noticed her.

If that even happened.

It would be for her eyes.

They were a dark blue with silver specs.

The girls parents had similar eyes.

She was easily considered beautiful.

She was currently still in the clothes she wore to school which consisted of a The Early November tee which she had made herself, a Hurley jacket (the Lacie's needed her to look someone less shabby so they bought clothes for her).

The girl liked to wear a light amount of eyeliner.

She wore black skinny jeans and simple slip-on Vans.

Vans.

Shoes.

People made such a big deal out of them.

Big ones.

Small ones.

Tall ones.

Short ones.

Red ones.

Blue ones.

And then what Alyssa wore.

Madelynn sighed and turned the mirror around so she wouldn't see her reflection.

She went to change out of her old clothes as a small piece of paper fell out of her back pocket.

It was a small post it that she had many of in her room.

It had a number.

And a few words.

"I can help. -E"

E?

E.

Elliot.

Why?

Why did he want to help her?

Phone.

To text?

She didn't like texting.

Nor did she find a reason to.

The girl was forced to have a phone though.

A cell phone.

Everyone had one, so her foster parents made her own one as well.

To call or not to call?

She was confused.

What if this trued out disastrous?

She looked at the small teddybear that sat on her bed.

She looked at it seriously and whispered, "Call him?"

As if the bear could speak she nodded.

This bear was like her conscience.

She held her breath as she typed in the 7 digit number.

"Hello?"

Male voice.

Elliot.

"T-this is Madelynn."

She either stutters or mumbled when she spoke.

"Oh! Hey there. How are you doing."

She shook her head.

"Hm?"

The slapped her hand to her head.

He could see her.

"It doesn't matter."

Auto-response.

"What? Of course it does!"

It never does.

It never did.

It never would.

Not for Madelynn.

"I don't need your pity."

She didn't.

"Will you do me a favor?"

She has never been asked to do something.

Only forced to.

"Meet me at the park three blocks down your street and hang a right."

Park?

Oh gosh.

That park.

She loved it there.

"Why?"

Her voice asked.

She didn't ask.

Her voice had a mind of it's own.

"Please?"

Silence.

"Pretty please?"

Silence.

"Pleaaaaaaaaase with ice cream on top?"

"Ice cream?"

The boy cried in victory.

She smiled.

A genuine smile.

Smile.

AN; This is almost hard to write.

I'd appreciate comments.

Merci. 

OH& here's a prize.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNDcKDI1C-s