Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield
Aniela lay on her bed looking up at the chandelier. Graduation was tomorrow; everything she had worked for would be accomplished. Her grades weren’t perfect, but they were as good as she could manage. She didn’t want to go to college, not when she didn’t have a goal, something to be working toward. The eggshell ceiling above her was like a blank page, her future unwritten. Even though she did not want to be Queen, she envied Theodore; he had always known what he was working toward.
Unable to lay still any longer, Aniela ran outside. She needed to move, needed to run, needed to do something. She gasped as the rain smacked into her, coming down almost horizontally. Pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her her fingers, she ran. Unconventional? Sure, but it was something. It was movement; it wasn’t staying in the same place, treading water until she could no longer stay above the surface. She wasn’t sure what she was running toward, she just needed to run.
“Mother…” Aniela no longer trembled at the prospect of her mother’s wrath, but the thought of disappointing her would always be like lemon juice on an open wound.
“It’s time for me to get my own place.” It was time for her to be a big girl, get her own space, learn how to drive and do her own laundry. ”I hope you know this has nothing to do with you, I love you mom, but I need…” she was going to say “peace” but that would sound bad. ”To do this on my own.” She offered a half heart’d smile.
It was time to move on with her life, start a new chapter. She would always love her mother, always crave her approval, but she needed a clarity she would never get living in the manor. Even though she was leaving the safety of her childhood home and her mother’s protective, even if sometimes overbearing bosom, she knew this was the right decision. She just had to break it to her mother. Aniela took a deep breath and let it out slowly, watching herself in the mirror.
Still Alive from Portal
Megan hugged herself. She rocked gently back and forth, pulling the white jacket tighter around her. The walls were padded and soundproof, but she didn’t notice. Nothing about her surroundings affected her at all; she lived in her head and sang to herself.
“This was a triumph. I’m making a note here: huge success.”
Her boyfriend had dumped her for someone else, someone younger, a blond with a bigger chest. He was her world and in losing him, he had broken her. She’d snapped. She wasn’t even sure where the knife came from, but suddenly she had one in her hand. She wasn’t upset, nooo. She was happy for him. He had won someone “better.” Even though he broke her heart, tore it into pieces, and threw it in the fire, she was happy for him. She wanted him to go away. She made him go away. The knife sliced through his flesh as easily as scissors through paper.
While he lay dying, she was still alive. When he was dead, she was still alive. Still alive. Still alive.
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“Jenna’s cousin’s Marci overheard the woman cutting her hair that your boyfriend is cheating on you.”
The sincerity on Lily’s face was touching, but Samatha just couldn’t give much credit to her words. ”So… you heard it from a friend, who heard it from her cousin’s hair dresser that Mark is cheating on me?” It sounded ridiculous, but it was a small town and there was nothing small towns liked more than their gossip.
Lily nodded and patted Samatha’s arm consolingly. ”Said he was out with some blonde. I don’t believe it, but if you do, you just walk away. You tell his lying behind to hit the road!”
“Such strong evidence, however can I refute?” Samatha asked sarcastically.
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Eliabeth paced back and forth, threatening to wear a hole in her carpet. Steam shot from her ears.
“What are you going to do?” Ermisenda asked, giddy that Eliabeth was livid enough to take action, but upset that AT&T was treating her coauthor this way.
The sharp tap of the keyboard was Eliabeth’s only answer as she posted furiously to Facebook and Twitter. ”They can’t treat me this way!” She exploded, her typing become more vigorous and less accurate. ”I liked them, I DEFENDED them. When Boy Friend wanted me to switch to Sprint, I loyally stuck by AT&T and this is how they treat me? I am not paying $48 a month when they told me $19.95 at sign up.
“You go girl!” Ermisenda cheered.
The Thank You Economy, the book that inspired Eliabeth’s social media war against AT&T sat on the floor next to her, egging her on.
You broke all your promises. Eliabeth seethed. Now you want me back? You don’t get to get me back!
“Don’t come back for me next year with your deceitful and unethical business practices AT&T,” Eliabeth posted on AT&T’s Facebook wall. ”I’m done with you. Don’t come back at all!”
AT&T, who do you think you are?
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The stench of beer and pizza from several days ago lingered in the man cave. Nathaniel had lost his job and he felt his entire life slipping away. The girl he was in love with was dating someone else, not that he had ever bothered to share his feelings with her. He knew he wasn’t good enough for her. She was looking for marriage, a family, a life he could never provide, but she had always been there for him, a glowing possibility that he worried would soon no longer exist. No one would have pegged him for an Adele fan, but something in her voice, something in this song spoke to him. He would never find someone else like Aniela, but bravado and pride had him mouthing the words in the darkness of his man cave.
As Nathaniel sat there
and mouthing the words
that Adele was singing
The meaning of it all
a new train of thought
to his mind bringing
While the melody
and her superior voice
in his ears were ringing
He considered them
to be meant for him
his eyes began stinging
And he couldn’t stop
tears from welling up
as he began crying
“What a blubbering fool
you are a stupid man
for never even trying”
For any other thought
wouldn’t be the truth
and he would be lying
As he hit the repeat
to hear the song again
he felt his heart dying
With his head in hand
the tears falling fast
as it started to play
He couldn’t help thinking
of all the things that
to her he didn’t say
And now another man
was there in her life
to steal her heart away
As he just sat here
in his man cave
and hitting the replay!
Teresa Marie 2/13/12 ©