The Unheard Voice (Watty Awards '12)

December 21, 2011

Whenever I get sad, I would always sit in my closet, with a flashlight, looking through my mom's things, which were saved in a small box that I hid at the top of my closet. Inside, there was my mom's hairbrush, her favorite bracelet, her wedding ring, and all of her pictures. My mom would always smell like the sweetest flower with a mix of oranges. I am currently doing this. Her smell relaxes me.

I smiled today. I smiled because of this boy, Alex Gartman. Alex Gartman was the type of guy that was noticed, but he didn't take advantage of it. He had sandpaper-colored hair, dark grey eyes, so grey they looked blue, and rosy cheeks that made him look like he would sit outside in the cold all day. Alex was the kind of person who could make you smile on the worst possible day.

I'm failing Math, one of the four classes I share with Alex. Apparently, my grades have dropped so badly, Mr. Furgeson, my math teacher, decided to get me a tutor. Guess who it is? Yup. Alex fricking Gartman. Isn't that just lovely. But I guess it isn't that bad; I mean he sat with me at lunch and held the doors open for me. But he had to do that. It's not like we'd have a chance together. Bad Faye! Stop thinking about him!

My dad is gone again. Lately, he's never been home. I'm fine with it- it's not like I have a choice. I know what you're probably thinking: You did it to yourself, stupid Faye. You could've changed your life after she died. But no. You became a loner. Well, that's what I'm thinking.

My mom's scent is starting to get to my head, and it's making me depresed, knowing that I'll never be able to hug her ever again. I hope I get another chance to smile.

                                 -Faye Harlock

As she shut her diary, Faye began to look through her mother's pictures. A tear slid down Faye's cheek, and she didn't even try to wipe it away. She looked exactly like her mother: long, curly strawberry-blonde hair, green eyes, a peach skin tone. Everytime Faye would catch a reflection of herself, she would think of her mother.

Even though Alex has distracted her, Faye glanced under her bed, where the noose lay, bundled into a ball. She sighed, stood, and walked from her room. Away from the rope. Away from the pain. Away from the memories.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

© Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved. Do. Not. Seal.

Nominated in Watty Awards 2012. Feel free to vote/comment(: