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title: once upon a time's
note: I hoped this would get some thoughts out of my head so I could sleep. And all it's made me do is cry.
A girl snarled angrily, gripping her phone hard. Anger, hurt, emptiness, frustration, they all swirled around inside of her. Those things had been building and building for a long, long time; they had been skimming along the surface of her mind, nagging softly with every smile and laugh. The girl couldn't take it any longer.
So she let it out, punching the wall she half leaned on with a shriek that jumped in pitch when her emotional pain was joined by physical pain.
And then she slumped against the wall, sliding down to sob uncontrollably.
---
Once upon a time there was a girl.
This girl, who was happy and smiling and laughing, laughing, laughing, had two best friends. They were so utterly important to her, and they spent the majority of their time together. These three girls spent hours upon hours messing around and laughing, playing game boards and swimming and doing whatever they felt like at the moment.
They were children, if only just barely, and they didn't have to face the world just yet. And even if they did, they had each other; the three of them could take on the world easily.
They were safe.
Once upon a time those three best friends grew up.
They were different, they always had been, but they were growing more and more different everyday.
One of the best friends of the girl started to care about what others thought. She always had, to an extent, but she slowly started ignoring her two weird, loud, and utterly strange best friends. She wanted to seem normal to everyone else. She wanted to be accepted by them. She still hung out with the other two, but that was only after shopping and gossiping and being normal.
The other two sighed and waited, a little bit off balance at the absence of their third friend.
Once upon a time the distance grew again.
It was between the last two girls now.
One of the best friends got a boyfriend. This wasn't unheard of or unexpected; the girl was amazing and charming and deserved to be loved.
But the last, the first girl, felt the distance grow again. Their third friend hardly had time to hang out with them, so it had just been them for a while now.
The second girl, the last the first really had, didn't mean to make the distance grow. She was still the girl's best friend; it was just that there were others in her life that held her attention as well.
The second girl went out with her boyfriend, joking later with her best friend about mundane things and laughing.
The first girl, the last girl, wasn't there at all; out with friends who went on images and lies, who were all the same when things came down to the core.
The last girl, the first girl, sat there and watched as everyone slowing moved on, grew up around her; finding that the two who had been by her sides for so long were now in front of her.
She watched their backs with tears in her eyes, wishing for the days when the three girls had been side-by-side-by-side, the days when they didn't have to plan weeks and weeks in advance to spend time together.
They had always been together, back in those days.
The girl honestly believed those days would come back, eventually.
---
The girl, the first one, the last one, tried to keep up with her friends, once upon a time.
Texting them, asking what was up or if they had plans, but it didn't always work.
Some times they never responded, or didn't for hours and hours.
Some times they responded once, with one single word, before disappearing for days.
Some times they were already busy, even if it was only the very, very beginning of the week.
And some times they made plans, but changed them at the last minute.
Anyway one looked at it the girl was alone.
So the girl, the only one left, started to give up.
She didn't particularly want to, no, but she was too tired to carry on for much longer.
Tired of caring, tired of crying, tired of always, always, always being alone.
She still tried, every once upon a time. But only the second girl came now. The third, the first to go, was too busy with other things.
The girl had grown and changed herself, in the time where no one else was around.
She hardly slept now, her mind too full of thoughts, or stories, or memories.
She some times was too loud, as to cover up the emptiness, or was too quiet, as to hide from the same emptiness. She never really knew which worked better; they were both rather lacking tactics. Her two best friends worked the best to fill it, but they weren't there, again.
She thought more often, some times too often, than she had once upon a time. Morbid thoughts, a good portion of it, but there were those fleeting silly ones as well.
The girl thought about those once upon a times when she texted them.
The girl thought about those once upon a times when she got no reply.
The girl thought about those once upon a times when she was told they were busy.
The girl thinks about those once upon a times now, as she slumps against the wall, breaking inside, hand throbbing, and as tears stream down her face.
The girl thinks about those once upon a times and screams when she realizes they'll never come back.
note: I hoped this would get some thoughts out of my head so I could sleep. And all it's made me do is cry.
A girl snarled angrily, gripping her phone hard. Anger, hurt, emptiness, frustration, they all swirled around inside of her. Those things had been building and building for a long, long time; they had been skimming along the surface of her mind, nagging softly with every smile and laugh. The girl couldn't take it any longer.
So she let it out, punching the wall she half leaned on with a shriek that jumped in pitch when her emotional pain was joined by physical pain.
And then she slumped against the wall, sliding down to sob uncontrollably.
---
Once upon a time there was a girl.
This girl, who was happy and smiling and laughing, laughing, laughing, had two best friends. They were so utterly important to her, and they spent the majority of their time together. These three girls spent hours upon hours messing around and laughing, playing game boards and swimming and doing whatever they felt like at the moment.
They were children, if only just barely, and they didn't have to face the world just yet. And even if they did, they had each other; the three of them could take on the world easily.
They were safe.
Once upon a time those three best friends grew up.
They were different, they always had been, but they were growing more and more different everyday.
One of the best friends of the girl started to care about what others thought. She always had, to an extent, but she slowly started ignoring her two weird, loud, and utterly strange best friends. She wanted to seem normal to everyone else. She wanted to be accepted by them. She still hung out with the other two, but that was only after shopping and gossiping and being normal.
The other two sighed and waited, a little bit off balance at the absence of their third friend.
Once upon a time the distance grew again.
It was between the last two girls now.
One of the best friends got a boyfriend. This wasn't unheard of or unexpected; the girl was amazing and charming and deserved to be loved.
But the last, the first girl, felt the distance grow again. Their third friend hardly had time to hang out with them, so it had just been them for a while now.
The second girl, the last the first really had, didn't mean to make the distance grow. She was still the girl's best friend; it was just that there were others in her life that held her attention as well.
The second girl went out with her boyfriend, joking later with her best friend about mundane things and laughing.
The first girl, the last girl, wasn't there at all; out with friends who went on images and lies, who were all the same when things came down to the core.
The last girl, the first girl, sat there and watched as everyone slowing moved on, grew up around her; finding that the two who had been by her sides for so long were now in front of her.
She watched their backs with tears in her eyes, wishing for the days when the three girls had been side-by-side-by-side, the days when they didn't have to plan weeks and weeks in advance to spend time together.
They had always been together, back in those days.
The girl honestly believed those days would come back, eventually.
---
The girl, the first one, the last one, tried to keep up with her friends, once upon a time.
Texting them, asking what was up or if they had plans, but it didn't always work.
Some times they never responded, or didn't for hours and hours.
Some times they responded once, with one single word, before disappearing for days.
Some times they were already busy, even if it was only the very, very beginning of the week.
And some times they made plans, but changed them at the last minute.
Anyway one looked at it the girl was alone.
So the girl, the only one left, started to give up.
She didn't particularly want to, no, but she was too tired to carry on for much longer.
Tired of caring, tired of crying, tired of always, always, always being alone.
She still tried, every once upon a time. But only the second girl came now. The third, the first to go, was too busy with other things.
The girl had grown and changed herself, in the time where no one else was around.
She hardly slept now, her mind too full of thoughts, or stories, or memories.
She some times was too loud, as to cover up the emptiness, or was too quiet, as to hide from the same emptiness. She never really knew which worked better; they were both rather lacking tactics. Her two best friends worked the best to fill it, but they weren't there, again.
She thought more often, some times too often, than she had once upon a time. Morbid thoughts, a good portion of it, but there were those fleeting silly ones as well.
The girl thought about those once upon a times when she texted them.
The girl thought about those once upon a times when she got no reply.
The girl thought about those once upon a times when she was told they were busy.
The girl thinks about those once upon a times now, as she slumps against the wall, breaking inside, hand throbbing, and as tears stream down her face.
The girl thinks about those once upon a times and screams when she realizes they'll never come back.