The Storm Inside Me
“I hate you” I screamed at them, storming off out of the room. How dare they! I’ve supported them to no end. I was there for them every time they asked. How could they just turn away, to abandon me when I needed them most. “This is all one big sick joke” I whispered under my breath.
All I can do is take it, I thought to myself. I lifted my head and walked on. Finding myself a place in the library, I sat down concealed behind the walls of books and knowledge. With my pen and my writing book I sat there and just wrote. The words spilled forth from the fount of my anger and loneliness. Poems, lyrics and random scenes of dialogue covered my pages. Thoughts, the life blood of my mind, stained the page, as if I had bled from the wounds, the wounds hidden from all eyes except my own.
I closed my eyes and remained still. Like a life like statue, surrounded by pages of his thoughts. Footsteps came closer. I knew who it was before the words past her lips. “Bryce?”
I didn’t respond. My face was calm, yet sad. She touched my arm. I don’t know whether I was just cold or whether my emotions had somehow effected the rest of my body. But her touch burned.
I fought to control my anger. How could she? I thought, Why does she hurt me even now?
“Are….Are you alright” she hesitated as she spoke this. The rage was barely concealed upon my face. The last few days flash before my eyes. Sadness griped at my body and mind. I was on the verge of breaking down.
I raised my head and opened my eyes, revealing the sorrow in them.
“I think you should give them another chance” she said softly.
“I don’t have the strength to argue, not anymore” I whispered
“Thank you” she whispered back. She gently kissed me, “you’ll be alright”
I leaned back against the wall. “Yeah maybe I will” I whispered as she took her leave. The bell went. Our eyes met and I caught her smile, before she disappeared amidst the horde of people making the way to there classes.
I smiled to myself, “seems things are getting better already” I whispered, before entering the vast tide of people.
All I can do is take it, I thought to myself. I lifted my head and walked on. Finding myself a place in the library, I sat down concealed behind the walls of books and knowledge. With my pen and my writing book I sat there and just wrote. The words spilled forth from the fount of my anger and loneliness. Poems, lyrics and random scenes of dialogue covered my pages. Thoughts, the life blood of my mind, stained the page, as if I had bled from the wounds, the wounds hidden from all eyes except my own.
I closed my eyes and remained still. Like a life like statue, surrounded by pages of his thoughts. Footsteps came closer. I knew who it was before the words past her lips. “Bryce?”
I didn’t respond. My face was calm, yet sad. She touched my arm. I don’t know whether I was just cold or whether my emotions had somehow effected the rest of my body. But her touch burned.
I fought to control my anger. How could she? I thought, Why does she hurt me even now?
“Are….Are you alright” she hesitated as she spoke this. The rage was barely concealed upon my face. The last few days flash before my eyes. Sadness griped at my body and mind. I was on the verge of breaking down.
I raised my head and opened my eyes, revealing the sorrow in them.
“I think you should give them another chance” she said softly.
“I don’t have the strength to argue, not anymore” I whispered
“Thank you” she whispered back. She gently kissed me, “you’ll be alright”
I leaned back against the wall. “Yeah maybe I will” I whispered as she took her leave. The bell went. Our eyes met and I caught her smile, before she disappeared amidst the horde of people making the way to there classes.
I smiled to myself, “seems things are getting better already” I whispered, before entering the vast tide of people.
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