The whole school is buzzing with Halloween spirit. The hallways are decorated with spiders, pumpkins, witches hanging on the ceilings, and skeletons propped against the walls
Someone shrieks behind me and I turn to see a bat hanging from the ceiling. I roll my eyes at the guys, a few meters snickering
It doesn't also help that today's Brittany's birthday and the party she invited us to is happening today.
Seriously, if I'm subject again to people
shrieking and discussing the costumes they plan to wear, I'll strangle someone
Brittany made her party a costume party and people can't stop talking about it
I take out a bag and shut my locker with a bang listening to a girl a few lockers from mine squealing to her friends about the sexy witch costume she plans to wear and how every guy won't be able to resist her tonight
They stare at me with raised eyebrows but I ignore them and walk toward the exit. I walk out of the school and take a turn towards the garden. I take a seat on the bench filling my lungs with fresh air. It had been two weeks since the kiss that almost happened with Blaze and I had been avoiding the trio
My signature move:flight
I hate confrontations so I don't fight, I run because that is what I'm used to
I take gentle steps towards the garden and open the small bag beside me. I take out gloves and put them on. I uproot a withered rose from the soil and take out a plastic bag pouring rose seeds into the hole. I fill up the hole, take bottled water from the bag and pour the water onto the covered hole
The withered rose had been there for some time and it didn't feel right. It felt out of place among the blooming roses and it had to be replaced because if it wasn't perfect what was the use of it being there, of it being a vast contrast with the other perfect ones. Something new had to take over, had to fill the soiled patch the withered rose had made
Standing back and staring at the wet patch of the black soil, a tear slides down my eyes. I place the withered rose into my book because the withered rose is me. Broken, rejected, wilted, and like I said, if it's not perfect it doesn't deserve to be in the presence of perfection.
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The hallways look familiar, the lockers look old, the scrapes and dents on them showing how long they've stood patiently year after year as different students own them. The walls and tiles far cry from the lockers which look clean and pristine
Suddenly, I'm in a room. A very familiar looking room.
No!
No!
Why am I here?!
I can't be here!
I try speaking out but nothing comes out
Please, please
Not this nightmare
Please don't let me relive it
I try moving my legs but they won't move, my hands stand stark at my sides, my head faced forward
The memory looks vivid like it just happened yesterday, it might as well because I can never forget it. I am in a room–a classroom. Chairs and tables fill the room and an office desk and high chair stands in front of the room. The room where my worst memory lives and is confined in. The room that continues to haunt me again and again.
My heart races in fear, in shock, and I'm paralyzed, my breaths strangle me and I feel the walls closing up on me but I can't stop it. I can't stop the noise, the memory that invade my senses
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Fading Away ✅
Teen FictionOverthinking makes the voices in your head imminent and you begin to listen to them. You listen to them because they are the only thing there,the only thing telling you how it is. So you believe what they say; believe you're not worth the good thin...
