Iris Addams was anything but average. The small amount of brain cells she possessed affected that, but it didn't affect her drive to dance. She had been dancing since she was in diapers. Her dream was to make it big and today was a huge step for her...
♧♣ I will send out an army to find you In the middle of the darkest night It's true, I will rescue you ♣♧
For the first time in weeks I woke up at the correct time. I turned on my phone to send streaks. When I was done someone I didnt want to see snapped me.
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As a reflex my phone fell out of my hand. I stared at it trying to wrap my head around what was happening. Once I picked it up she sent another.
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I opened it and read it. "Saturday? She- she's coming to the performance" I mentally screamed. No no no this can't be happening. I mean I'm happy now with felissa. I let someone in after she left me.
The incident everyone continued to bring up... she was apart of it. She was the cause. A cause and effect that I have to live with for the rest of my life. If I let someone too far in they'd break things. Sacred things. My heart. My lungs. My mind. Everything. Everything I worked so hard to put back into place she was just going to destroy. I get so fragile around her. More like vulnerable. She was captivating and I was her favorite victim.
The way we'ed prance around our school as the power couple everyone knew us as was a high. Together it looked like the perfect puzzle...until you lose a piece and can't use the puzzle again. Until she'd taken the most important piece of my heart I was the puzzle. I was the perfect puzzle she loved to take apart just to rekindle. And I let her.
I let her use me as the toy I'd claim I would never become. I played every game. Supported every move. Hell I was the perfect girlfriend. Maybe too perfect. Maybe too willing to allow such a vile creature within the walls of my heart, my soul, my body. It was my fault.
Two simple pictures were the prime weapon to kill any joyful emotion within me. A murder scene in my head I covered with caution tape. My frown fell beneath my painted smile. The tear stains I forgot were there disappeared with the makeup. My shaking frame was dismissed with the white thrasher hoodie I threw on myself, along with the Nike tights I often paired with it. Absent mindedly I slipped my sock covered feet into my white forces. (Most of her thoughts were shower thoughts so she clean clean 🧼)
