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The story gives a glimpse into young girls thoughts when she is experiencing her first kiss and dealing with her emotions regarding her parents’ separation. 

This is a very short story I wrote when I was a young teenager. I need your help to find a title since it's never had one. I don't even know what category I should put it in expect short story since extremly short don't excist.

If you want to make a cover, feel free to get creative :)

Broke

I’m here again; I know I’m not allowed to. It’s probably a part of the reason I’m here. Precisely here behind the blood red velvet curtain that hangs weighty all the way down to the hardwood floor. This is where I end up when the world turns against me, when I want to be left alone and when I’m happy and want to keep all that happiness solely for myself. Mom doesn’t like that I end up here. "You are too big for such nonsense now my girl," she says and then she caresses my cheek affectionately, before she sends me out to play with the others. Dad never utters a word, but he is never around either.

Sometimes my mom comes and wants me out of my sanctuary. It’s only when the world turns against her, when she is angry and stressed. She’ll come crawling like a quiet snake, suddenly she’ll make the curtain fly, it’ll flap uncontrollably and I will become small, small and petrified as I get exposed to the big cold room. The coldness comes sneaking, creeping on me like a heavy fog and it’ll cover me like a blanket. Then I yearn to be a tiny child again, to be able to climb up in the warm lap of my mom and feel the safety and comfort only a loving mother can provide. Hear her heart beating in my ear and her faint humming as she cradled me slowly into the world of sweet dreams. Now I can only feel the frost, the coldness is settling in my bones and it’s reaching for my heart. I know I need to stand up, shake the blanket of coldness of me and run for safety out of this room, out of that door. My fear is that one day I’ll not make it out in time, it’ll reach my heart and I’ll be frozen.

I push my fear away while I drags my knees up under my chin because I’m hidden form the world and the coldness from the room. Today has been a good day, been hanging out with the two coolest boys at my school. Hanging with them was actually a bit boring but afterwards I got picked first for the game of cannonball we always play in my street after school. Never been picked first or second for that matter before. That was fun.

I slowly stand up from my place on the hardwood floor. Still hidden from the outside world I carefully push the velvet curtain aside feeling the smooth texture under my fingertips before I take a leap of faith and run as fast and quiet as I can through the cold room with the door frame in front of me as my goal to get through. Finally passing over the threshold I lean against the nearest wall and try to relax, try to get my thoughts back together and try to find myself again over my erratic heartbeats.

It’s been so hectic the last weeks, I’ve been hanging out a lot with the cool guys. The cutest one asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. We talk less now that we have become a couple. He wanted a kiss and I kissed him on the cheek, but everybody said we had to kiss properly now that we were girlfriend and boyfriend. I didn’t want to at all but I mustered up all the courage I had and kissed him. It was weird, but nothing I should have been afraid off. But I don’t think I’ll do it again. Because when my parents kissed it looked like something special. Their kisses seem so different form the one I had.

Now it’s a long time since I’ve been here, been hanging out with my boyfriend. Getting in late at night and time has just vanished. Not much time to sit down here. Mom is probably right, I’ve gotten to big to come here and sit behind a curtain for hours. When I was little I used to play with my dolls here, but now I’m just sitting here thinking. Mostly my thoughts drift to happy moments or like now to memories that makes me blush. I try to avoid sad and painful thoughts. Because that’s not easy to think about. I don’t want to think about what happened in this room. This used to be a warm and a happy room. Now it’s cold and gloomy. Even in the middle of summer when the sun is shining and you can see the warm air dancing low over the street like a mirage. This room is cold.

It used to be my dads room, before the coldness chased him away and since then I’ve not seen him. And since then I’ve not been allowed to sit on my moms lap. I’ve gotten too big she says and she doesn’t have time anymore.

This cold room with the big windows that streams in the sunlight in thousand different colors that makes the walls comes to life, this room keeps all the hard and cold words preserved. All the words filled with cruelty and coldness that my mom and dad said to each other. All those word chased my dad away. Mom told me he had gotten a new job in a different town. But I had been behind the blood red velvet curtain and heard all the cold words that now live and breath in this room, except from my little place that is seclude and hidden from view. My sanctuary that is blood red like the blood pumping through my veins and the blood that keeps my heart beating. It keeps me alive and warm, concealed from the coldness living in those walls.