For Wilder Dream, Life seems to be a chain of unfortunate events that all happen with in weeks of each other.
Her mother decides it's best to move away from all the pain and suffering, in hopes that it will eventually bring the light back into her...
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Sitting in the back seat of my mothers car, listening to the music blaring through my headphone, humming along the catchy melody of Take me Home by Jesse Glynne.
Turning my head to the left leaning my head against the seat, looking out the window watching as the tall, old-looking, evergreen trees that line the road watching as they pass by in a blur.
Just slow enough to be captivated by their beauty.
Every once in awhile catching a glimpse of the light blue, ocean-like, cloudless sky that only seems to grow more beautiful with every glance.
as the sky seeps through the gaps between the branches in the trees, my mind can't help but flash brief images of, Him.
How the mid-afternoon sky simply can not be compared to his breathtaking bright blue eyes that always seem to hold so much happiness and hope giving them a spark, a spark that brings the light back into my eyes, just for a second.
If only there was a name to put to his perfectly beautiful face.
Unfortunately, he only lives in my-
"Amethyst?"
My mothers naturally soft voice speaks, breaking me from my endless thoughts. Only making me now realize that my music has stopped playing, which can only mean one thing: my phone has died.
Lifting my head from the comfort of the seat, shifting my gaze from the beautiful scenery that brings the one thing that makes me happy to mind. Turning to look at my mother through the rearview mirror giving her my complete, and undivided attention.
"Yeah, Mom?"
I question in a small voice, raising an eyebrow reassuring her that she has my attention. Briefly, she glances at me through the rearview mirror with her bright, forest-like, green eyes.
Dark brown hair tucked neatly behind her right ear, as the rest hangs loosely along the left side of her face.
Her long eyelashes touching just below her eyebrows making her eyes seem brighter. Lastly, her once plump pink lips that have thinned and faded over the years with age, leaving her with the thin ones that nearly disappear when she smiles.
Many say I'm a spitting image of my mother; With the green eyes and dark brown hair, along with the unnaturally dark long eyelashes.
The only difference is my fair skin that I got from my father.
along with the plump pink lips that my mother once had.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" She asked.
Her naturally soft voice seeming even softer and laced with concern.
She tries her best to keep the sympathy she feels so deeply for me from her voice, knowing that I don't like people feeling sorry for me.
Although she tried deeply to keep it from her voice, It was clear on the small part of her face that could be seen from the angle of the mirror, just how sorry she felt for me.
Continuously hearing the same question over and over again only seems to make the "Healing" process harder.
Makes me remember why they're asking the question in the first place. Reminding me why I'm not the person I once was, and how I'll never be her again.
Over time, you learn how to fake a smile, say "I'm okay." Or "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." although, the smile never reaches your eyes, and the words never belong to your heart, they still smile and nod satisfied that you're "Okay." all you can do is hope that one day you'll be able to believe it too. That's exactly what I did; put a smile on- a genuine-looking fake smile grateful that she doesn't have the time to notice that it doesn't reach my eyes. Taking the smile as an "I'm okay." she quickly smiled back showing her straight, pearly white teeth. along with the wrinkles around her mouth formally known as "Laugh Lines" that also came along as she aged.
Lastly, the crinkles by her eyes that only seem to make her eyes look more glossy and lit up. I remember when my eyes used to look like that, sparkling when the light hit them,my eyes always seemed to have their crinkles, as i never stopped laughing and smiling.
The world was so full of colour then, now, everything just seems, dull; black and white. Well, almost everything...then there's Him, the only source of light in this 'dark tunnel' of mine; unfortunately for me, he only lives in my dreams.
His platinum blond hair that dances in the wind, but still looks seemingly perfect. His plump red- kissable looking lips. that make his face look fuller. His flawless pale white skin, that gives a certain glow. And his bright, icy blue eyes that always seem to glow with happiness, hope and joy even in the darkest of places...
...Like My Mind...
Shaking my head to rid the thoughts of Him, and his perfect features from my mind; Along with the memories that left me dead inside.
Returning my head to the seat where it previously laid, looking out the window once more, catching a glimpse of the sky and the trees before closing my eyes and drifted off to a place, i like to call...
...My Broken Mind...
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I'm slowly losing my mind.
I'm pathetic.
Alone.
Lost.
Only breathing, not living
Mentally Broken.
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