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Rest with happiness.“He’d never want you to cry you know?” She started with tears, overflowing the brim of her eye and slipped down her porcelain cheek. Her hands gripped the podium in front of her, knuckles white. Her fingernails were painted a light pink, just the tiniest difference between her skin color and pink. Her mascara and eyeliner slipped down with the salty tears only to be licked off her lips.Rest with happiness. by ~duct-TAPE-damsel
“If he could he’d be standing here right now, with the obnoxious grin on his face, asking what you are all so sad about.” She paused again, a young teenage girl trying to get through her own speech without breaking down or looki
Is it my problem? Or yours? The sound of a door slamming broke the eerie silence. She flinched, her dark hair falling into her crystal blue eyes. She had her back pressed tight against the freezing wall behind her, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her head rested down, gently on her jeans. Muttering incoherent words to herself.Is it my problem? Or yours? by ~duct-TAPE-damsel
“Where’d he go?” Her mother demanded, standing over her as she heard her husband’s car peel out of the driveway. Her body trembled, glaring down. She wanted to know and she wanted to know now. This is when things got ugly.
“I don’t know mom. He said he was leaving and then slammed the door.” She muttered
Sad RealityAs she pulled her shirt over her head she paused for a moment, holding her shirt up from the rim of her jeans. She looked down at the marks on it. The thin, fleshy, part of her body stared back at her almost mockingly in the mirror. At least she didn’t have to explain these. With that she dropped the shirt and slipped her feet into a pair of flats.Sad Reality by ~duct-TAPE-damsel
“GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!” Her mother screamed, loud enough to make her flinch. She slid on a hoodie to cover the rest of them and ran down the stairs, her backpack over her shoulder. “Thank god. I thought you were going to be late and then I would have to drive you in.” He
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who it such? very curiously))