Lost in a Forest ( a short story about a boy and a girl)
For some reason, he dragged her into a forest. He told her that everything would be all right. He didn't foresee the monsters in the forest. He put up with her anger during the walk. He held her hand when she was scared. He didn't ask for apologies when she said something wrong. He just wanted to walk through the forest. "Why are you bringing me here," she would ask of him, on more than one occasion. He wouldn't tell her. He didn't think it was as simple as that. And she would tell him that there was some strange force that was making her come along, but she couldn't pinpoint her finger on it. He knew all along what it was, but never said anything. In the end, the two would walk out of the forest in separate directions, both with different stories of what occurred inside. She would tell her friends her side and he would keep his story to himself, or share with others, who can read between the lines. She can count five points on her fingers, in a second, of why she had to get out of that forest, while he stumbles over his words, hopelessly. She came out alive, but bruised. He came out alive, but felt a loss of worth, which is what she wanted. He would never call her a bitch to her face or to any of his friends, and he doesn't even think that of her, but the day the shit hit the fan, he heard some of the meanest things he had ever heard in his life. He put a halt on the relationship that had occured, but things were ok. He then went back against his word and sent her into a furry. She pinpointed everything his life stood for, and quickly and surely, shot each one down, disintegrating his life to nothing. He didn't let her win; she did win. She did reduce him to nothing. She gained power. Her bruise felt a little smaller after that battle. He took off the sunglasses and did a lot of thinking. He is able to see things from a bigger perspective that she is not, for she never opened up. And he isn't sure if he had more to say, but didn't because he felt it would be selfish and inhumane, or because he is afraid of being bruised more than necessary. We can all only take so many beatings. He isn't out to make her look like a bad guy, because she isn't. But she is deranged. And anyone who reads, knows that he is too. Maybe that was the problem. The two puzzle pieces weren't really different, but were two of the same, and therefore the didn't fit. She could be an actress; she loves drama. He could be a con-artist; he loves deception. The fucked up thing, is that although they both left the forest on separate terms, they are both still neighbors outside of the forest. The story is going on for longer than it needs to, like the journey did. A long strange trip? Maybe. But it wasn't that strange. He had no intentions of hating her. She told him that she has hated him and numerous things about him since the day he entered the forest. What is the moral of the story? Don't jump blindly into forests? Sunglasses are stupid. People can still see behind your bullshit. Don't bullshit. Don't be shy. Speak up. Don't lie. Be honest. Relate. Relations. And don't read journals searching for answers that aren't there. Do read between the lines. Do buy her flowers. Don't call her a slut. Do let him fall asleep in your arms. Don't tell him his music sucks. Don't base your relationship off the internet. Don't walk into forests with strangers. Don't play with fire. Don't gossip. Don't avoid conversations that need to be had. Do be good. Do be kind. Do walkout alive and with no regrets. It's the last one, that troubled him the most.