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.