Story story story thingy!!
this was written yesterday....
sitting at the computer she starts to think about what was recently said and explained to her.. it wasnt all that pleasant but the truth never really is.. she went to bed last night with a puddle on her pillow, eyes red with sadness and something in her hand. she didnt want to fall asleep or be alone but thats what she was stuck with.
in the morning when she went over that house of great comfort they made their breakfast and sat at the table in silence.. she thought that she was ok when she woke up but all of what happened the night before is starting to come back alive in her head.. they finished their food in disturbing silence.. not looking at each other either.. she looks at the floor with the occation of a dog that walks into the room.. she thinks of that him, that boy of mystery and playfulness, and that hes not like the others... he has some deep feelings inside which throws her off.. shes so used to the ones that dont care and shut people out and act like children. but this ones different. this one has great points of views with his slight twistedness and warped mind.. but with that its good.. with some cracks to be mended it looks like it will be ok. even thou what was said is totally not what she wanted to hear but that one.. him.. had a point. shes no longer the only one in the relationship. its now not just one.. not just her.. but two.. him and her.. a pair, partners in crime almost.. althou what kind of crime will they be committing together?? hopefully nothing big. or major. or anything that will harm them in the future..
so she sits at this computer typing away her little story. she wanting to know more answers but yet afraid of what the out come would end up being if she knew those answers to those little questions that stay locked up in her head..
and then one other thing pops into her head. her grandmother keeps bugging her about if shes in love with this one.. this boy... him.. she gets angry at the question and tells her to knock it off. she thinks of what she knows and the facts that she has heard and that wont ever happen.. thou she wants to and really enjoys it. that part of this little partners in crime bit will be locked away. never spoken of. she tries not to cry over this question which her aunt asks again.. she yells that its too soon and to stop with the questions.. and runs up stairs to her room.. this little bitty room in the attic full of dust and mold.. cluttered with shredded book on warped book cases and old little nick nacks from her grandmothers time.. long ago. she crawls into her drooping bed and pulls over the moth eaten blanket, which if you saw it couldnt be called much of a blanket but more like pieces of rags stitched together with some hay.. and she layed there and weeped.
for that morning after all of this sadness.. she layed next to that him. and looked into those eyes. those eyes which she really loved.. they fit him perfectly.. him.. oh.. she was thinking quietly to her self as if he was sleeping and he was in her head and didnt want to wake him. she was thinking am i falling for him?? she thinks she is but doesnt know if she wants it to be true because of that one little word wont ever be uttered.. its locked away... with a lock and chains and lasers and a password.. all behind steel doors and a body gaurd type of thing.. so what she does is lay her head upon his shoulder and waits till its time to leave.. and she just tosses that thought, that thought that seems to wonderful and is to her liking, away. like it was as common as paper. maybe she'll put it through the shredder too.. possibly. maybe later but not now.. now its just going to sit there in her head in a little safe.. only for her to unlock and disguard if she no longer needs it..
well she falls alseep.. and everything seems to be once again so perfect..
sitting at the computer she starts to think about what was recently said and explained to her.. it wasnt all that pleasant but the truth never really is.. she went to bed last night with a puddle on her pillow, eyes red with sadness and something in her hand. she didnt want to fall asleep or be alone but thats what she was stuck with.
in the morning when she went over that house of great comfort they made their breakfast and sat at the table in silence.. she thought that she was ok when she woke up but all of what happened the night before is starting to come back alive in her head.. they finished their food in disturbing silence.. not looking at each other either.. she looks at the floor with the occation of a dog that walks into the room.. she thinks of that him, that boy of mystery and playfulness, and that hes not like the others... he has some deep feelings inside which throws her off.. shes so used to the ones that dont care and shut people out and act like children. but this ones different. this one has great points of views with his slight twistedness and warped mind.. but with that its good.. with some cracks to be mended it looks like it will be ok. even thou what was said is totally not what she wanted to hear but that one.. him.. had a point. shes no longer the only one in the relationship. its now not just one.. not just her.. but two.. him and her.. a pair, partners in crime almost.. althou what kind of crime will they be committing together?? hopefully nothing big. or major. or anything that will harm them in the future..
so she sits at this computer typing away her little story. she wanting to know more answers but yet afraid of what the out come would end up being if she knew those answers to those little questions that stay locked up in her head..
and then one other thing pops into her head. her grandmother keeps bugging her about if shes in love with this one.. this boy... him.. she gets angry at the question and tells her to knock it off. she thinks of what she knows and the facts that she has heard and that wont ever happen.. thou she wants to and really enjoys it. that part of this little partners in crime bit will be locked away. never spoken of. she tries not to cry over this question which her aunt asks again.. she yells that its too soon and to stop with the questions.. and runs up stairs to her room.. this little bitty room in the attic full of dust and mold.. cluttered with shredded book on warped book cases and old little nick nacks from her grandmothers time.. long ago. she crawls into her drooping bed and pulls over the moth eaten blanket, which if you saw it couldnt be called much of a blanket but more like pieces of rags stitched together with some hay.. and she layed there and weeped.
for that morning after all of this sadness.. she layed next to that him. and looked into those eyes. those eyes which she really loved.. they fit him perfectly.. him.. oh.. she was thinking quietly to her self as if he was sleeping and he was in her head and didnt want to wake him. she was thinking am i falling for him?? she thinks she is but doesnt know if she wants it to be true because of that one little word wont ever be uttered.. its locked away... with a lock and chains and lasers and a password.. all behind steel doors and a body gaurd type of thing.. so what she does is lay her head upon his shoulder and waits till its time to leave.. and she just tosses that thought, that thought that seems to wonderful and is to her liking, away. like it was as common as paper. maybe she'll put it through the shredder too.. possibly. maybe later but not now.. now its just going to sit there in her head in a little safe.. only for her to unlock and disguard if she no longer needs it..
well she falls alseep.. and everything seems to be once again so perfect..