🌹Rosy🌹

I've been avoiding everyone for the past two weeks. At school, I usually eat outside and away from everyone and during music class, I get there extra early and go straight to the dance studio after greeting the teacher. After school, I take the bus instead of getting a ride from Ace and when Jett tries to talk to me, I ignore him and tell him to concentrate.

 I cut off all ties with everyone after that night. And it wasn't because of what Jett said, but because of how much pleasure I took from playing with them. The guilt in me grew to the point where it's unbearable and I can't face anyone. And the only outlet I have is dancing. But how much does that do when I constantly have to face Jett's pity?

I was eating my lunch while hearing Pretty Face by Soley. Her music was full of pain and instantly saw myself dancing to it. I usually don't do any choreography to songs that aren't classical or alternative rock. But this song just compelled me to let my body move through the words. And that's exactly what I plan to do.

I went to the dance studio in the music room and plugged my phone into one of the speakers. Since I just discovered this song, I don't have it downloaded into my precious iPod. The rhythm was soft and smooth and made my body start to sway. Not really thinking of the steps or thinking of recording myself for future references, I just let it happen and flowed with the music.

'I see my pretty face in his old eyes

I listen to our blood run side by side

I throw my hands to you and run away

It's so cold, so dangerous that I can't stay "

I was moving along to the music, my steps light and elegant as I let the song take me away. My mind was full of memories at the moment controlling each every single step I took. Memories of my mom, of dancing, of the first time I ever played the bass, of my old life. 

I ran away from you

Into your dream

The one

That I was in when you

Told me

That I could never meet

My friend

Again

I was dancing my way around the studio only caring about the song. My heart hurt as I remembered my mother and her face. The smell of fuel engulfed me as the memories became more vivid. Her last words forever burned into my brain, and her sad, sad smile. 

I thought I had touched them but I can't feel

I'm in your dream

They want to take me but I will hide from them

Tonight I'll take your life and throw it far away

I'll use my pretty face to find my way to him

I ran away from you

Into your dream

The one

That I was in when you

Told me

That I could never meet

My friend

Again

I was nearing the end of the song with a single tear rolling down my cheek. My steps becoming more powerful as I released what build up and locked away my demons. I had to put the façade back up. I can't show any weakness.

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