Lost In Your Eyes

Story I am working on, the first few pages so far. ( I do not own the picture.)

Manderin is a town where you go to escape from the real thing called life. Life happens. And everyone hated it. My name is Erik Blakely. I’m not all that special. I’m just a normal kid. Or so I thought.

            I view things from a different perspective; I am an artist. I am an artist of music, writing and singing songs, messing with my guitar and matching the music with the mess in my mind. I feel pain more harsh than what normal people feel, seeping into every crease of my brain. Listening to a song, I can relate to it. I can feel the pain more, what normal people feel like, when they’re in love, is different from what I feel, like it’s the only greatest thing, doing anything for it. Normal people would just let it be and roll with what they had. But me, I’d write a song loving every lyric making sure that the lyric matches up to what my love was like, and it’d have to be exact to what I feel with that girl. I dream about that girl to come. I imagine stories in my head too, I can’t help if I don’t pay attention in school, dreaming of a better life, or something to write down and sing.

            Love is everything to me. I never have actually been in real deep love though. Love wasn’t anything special to me. Every girl I loved had nothing special to them. It was just like, well, fake. They loved me for a second, then after that they’d find someone else. I hated the fact that all the girls in my school loved popular boys or boys that wore the same brands as they did.  Polos, with faded beach jeans was their idea of the perfect guy. They could be as dumb as a door nail too, but just because they had big houses and they looked like they just came back from the beach every day some how was their fancy.

But I found a girl. Her hair is as dark as the night time sky and her eyes are as gold as the sun. She smells so sweet, and it’s amazing that she is mine.

 

       

 

 I have written a lot about her, she was my love. She may have not known she was beautiful, but I just wanted to tell her that everyday I saw her…

           

            “Her eyes, they make me so high

              Her lips, they quiver,

              Her cheeks turn as red as a bright rose bud

              She is the most beautiful thing

              That I’ve seen that doesn’t have wings. ” 

           

I loved her.

            She just didn’t know it. I loved her unlike anyone else that told her that she was ugly, I loved her more than her creator, or any home that housed her. She was like a missing star to me, the only star, in that black night time sky. And I wish she was here to say that she loved me. Because, I just feel as if she’s still here with me. Her quivering lips, and her frost bitten cheeks in my arms. That night she was with me, our lips intertwined. If she was still here, I bet I’d be warm. She made me, me. She, she… was the one.  My one.

           

            But we all know that life isn’t perfect, and that a story is a story. There will always be a conflict. A conflict that could tear a love that was so strong. That conflict is mine. And I bear with that in my head everyday.

 

My love… she’s gone.

 

And so, here I am to explain you my story.

 

           

 

            Life can be very harsh at times, everybody knows this.

           

            In their family, friends and love, it can hurt. In other books you may read, life is so perfect, or life is so horrible. It all depends on how you look at it. If you have lots of money and everyone loves you, you might look at life as something served to you on a silver platter. As for me, the life I know, is not served on a pretty plate saying eat me with a side of marshmallows and cake.

             My life is very different from most. My family is torn at the seams, lying to each other. We never talked to each other, hiding our secrets and feeling to the way we really feel about each other. And all I can do to help my family life is just to escape and run away. It’s better than just standing there. We were all alone though. He didn’t need help running our lives. I learned how to suffer alone in my thoughts, just looking for a need pursuit of happiness.

 

 My life… it went a little something like this.

 

“Can you hear me?” The man gasped for air, I tried to save him. He just kept choking on a substance I didn’t know of. “I can!” I dragged a man to a grey looking room and trying to call the ambulance. “I’m getting help for you ok?” I yelled at him. He responded, “BEEP!” I looked at the old man, confused. “What?” He looked again at me, “BEEP!” and he kept on beeping at me. I realized that a choking old man beeping at me was a dream and that my alarm clock got into it.

            Morning, I looked over to my alarm ringing right in my ear. Time, 6:00.  I slammed at the clock with my hand, swatting at it to shut up.  It glared its red numbers at me yelling at me that I was suppose to rise out of bed and get moving. I just didn’t want to today. Especially when it was the first day of school, I didn’t really feel like going back.

            I took one foot out of my comfortable sheet. The cold bit at my legs and arms that were once ever so slightly warm and wrapped with a blanket. Why did my alarm wake me up, I was so warm. I got up and tripped over my shirt.

I got my black Tee that was rolled up on the ground and put it on. I got my jeans, and socks. My socks were mix-matched like always. I never felt like finding the other sock so I just mixed them up. I brushed my hair, scraggly and loose it was, and this morning I had bed head. My brown messy hair was everywhere. I just combed it around and it eventually fell into place. My bangs parted on the side, and my hair was down to my neck. One I was done with that, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked into my mirror, it had all sorts of cracks in it and you could see in the reflection my face with a moldy shower behind it. The white tiles were cracking on that. I was just lucky the thing could spit out water. My face just like any person had a nose, a pair of eyes and a smile. My face though, was imperfect. When I smiled, it was croaked and my eyes were big and blue. My nose was bitten with the cold and it was a pink. I tried to put hot water on it so my nose wouldn’t be pink, but nothing worked. It was just like that. I gave one last look into the mirror to make sure everything was in place for the first day of school.