It still depends…_Chasing Flowers_A Call Gone Wrong_Behind my eyes
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It still depends…
Today’s the day I change huh. After months… years… to be precise, a decade of contemplation. I laid therewww.onedoor.cc, as motionless as I could be, trying not to be spotted by the crowd that bustled past. Albeit, chances are, that someone had already suspected that something was amiss beneath the oddly stacked pile of fallen leaves in the white box that hosted one of the many trees acting as an intersection between toilets and coffee shops.But, they ran on time. Time that they weren’t willing to waste on minor details that didn’t concern them. Machines, making their presence known, by having the overprice...
Chasing Flowers
“Bella, we’re going to be late, hurry up.” I scurry around my messy room, my eyes darting from place to place. “One second...”I toss old books, faded magazines, and random clothes in the air, hoping to reveal what I'm searching for. “Where is it?” I mumble under my breath. “BELLA!!!”, my mom repeats louder than before. Fumbling around, I trip over laundry baskets and worn-out shoes. Vigorously I throw my desk drawer open and sigh, snatching up the bright pink lip gloss that I've been looking for. I roll my eyes annoyed. “Creates the illusion of full luscious lips with a tantalizing tingle in ...
A Call Gone Wrong
“Do it! Do it! Do it!”“Stop with the chant, boys,” I say, cracking my fingers to prepare for what we’ve all been waiting for.“You too scared Ace?” A boy nicknamed Hunter asks mockingly. I ignore him.“Hand it over.”“Nah, don’t feel like it today,” I say right back to Trampdog’s face. That shuts his muzzle right up.A pretty new member of the gang, a stocky boy of only fifteen years old, shouts, “Lemme do it!”I stand up onto the cold metal bench and wait for them to quiet down by paying close attention to the condition of my bitten down nails. The air is warm and windy, fitting the spring season....
Behind my eyes
“She was so vibrant, wasn’t she?” I find myself lost in my mind as Dr. J speaks. He knows how to stop me from hating myself. Always so patient – a perfect therapist. A perfect friend. His living room is like home at this point.“Yeah. Really depended on the day, whether she was gonna scream at you till’ you cried, or hug you till’ you couldn’t breathe. Cancer’s cancer, I guess.” I reply with a broken smile. He sits opposite me in his long dark trench coat. A blue and white ceramic tea set, which seems like a relic, sat on the coffee table in front of him. “I really don’t want to get too far int...