I am SO bitter beyong reason...
The girl sat, simply sat and never swung, on the rusty old swing at the park. Not a soul knew why, nor did they take time to ask her name, they marched past the blonde girl like soldiers to war; their minds were focused on one thing, and that one thing only, and it would be their undoing one day.
The girl knew this, the populations undoing, personally for she had grown up around that environment. Her parents had possessed one track minds, nothing could have gotten in their path, or at least that is what they had thought. It had proved to be true, as well.
Not even their daughter could make them stray, their single and only child. They just kept on walking, march away to their death, even when she stopped, even when she screamed, even when she threw things and hollered. They never blinked at eye at her for she never reached their sight.
Her blonde hair soon became filled with streaks of color; blues, greens, reds, any color that caught her eye was added to her dreary life. Her clothes became wild and ripped, added belts, studs, rings, piercings where she thought she’d like them. Her pretty pink sneakers were replaced with serious, bulky boots. Her skirts were dyed black, her white tees replaced with black band tees.
The princess she once strove to be was replaced by a rebel, and the girl decided quietly, and most definitely to herself for there was no one else to ask or tell, that she liked everything better this way. Acting perfectly and being the little princess daughter wasn’t satisfying at all, especially when it lacked the praise, the love of one’s parents. Besides, the call of the wild, the song of the demented siren, was too strong, too fulfilling for her.
At least in the dark of night she couldn’t see what she missed so clearly. At least with the flashing lights of the club she wasn’t so different from everyone else. At least she had the adrenaline of a night outside as company, instead of her quiet, boring house.
So she sat on this swing that she never swung in and watched as everyone marched on their merry ways, like the good little mindless soldiers they were, and stared bitterly as they left her alone. The sun sunk down into the horizon and the people thinned and still she never swung. She hardly moved, barely breathed, spending all her time watching as everyone pasted by and just waited.
She waited for the sun to finally fall to the night’s great power, for it to plunge down for it could not resist the siren’s call anymore than she could. And the second the sun was down, the sky filling with the blackest of inks, a smile truly reached her face.
And she moved. She swung her legs and pumped her arms, and the swing climbed in the air. Her arc grew greater and greater and her smile grew as well, stretching across her face with ease. At the top of her arc, the greatest point of height, she jumped, giggles escaping her lips as she flew through the air, the darkened, welcoming air. No one witnessed her jump, not a single soul, bare a young man leaning against the wall of a building opposite the park.
He was dressed head to toe in black, with scruffy boots and untamable hair, and he watched the young girl as she landed with a tumble. He was always there to watch her tumble off the swing, for she did this nearly every week. And like every week before he waited for her to come to him, waited for her to stand up and dust herself off before she walked up to him as regally as the princess she once idealized.
And he loved her, for she watched the world with bitter eyes and waited patiently for the call of the wild to bring the sun to its knees. She was his little rebel, a girl he had met at some flashy loud club years ago, and he adored how her mind jumped from thing to thing, making sure her thoughts never stayed in a straight line for too long.
She was free and he was free and the night was calling, so like every other week before, and hopefully every week to come, they linked hands and were off.
Off to answer the rebel’s siren.
God, I need a way to get this home from school.
And here it is.
WTF is WRONG with me?
I mean, sheesh babe, bitter much?