Glow.

Short story about a party. This is what was running through my mind.

I watched as one by one we entered the darkness.

Nothing could have prepared us for what would happen in the dark.

As more people began to file in, we start to loose ourselves in the steady rhythmic beat of the music, and let oursleves go numb. We start to all sing; screaming the lyrics as if we were deaf, and just learning how to speak.

It was a trully magical feeling.

As the minutes pass, we slowly start to move more of our bodies; our hips begin to sway, and our hands begin to follow in suit. We start to smile and laugh, our laughs filling in our minds, leaving no room for sadness.

The tears began to flow, but nobody notices.

As the night continues on, all the small groups begin to merg into one giant mosh pit. People grinding on one another, kissing, and just being happy.

My hands still shake, and a chill still runs down my spine with every unfamiliar touch to meet my skin; I fight through it all. I gind my teeth as we grind together, feeling loved but scared all the same. What's going to happen this time? Will this all end in injury and hurt? Will I trully be safe with you?

My fears are irrational; it happened to us both, so why fear?

As we dance, we laugh and sing, our throats going numb and dry and feet growing tired and soar. As the night comes to a close, I close my eyes and for a split second, absorbe the sweet ectacy in the air. I feel free, like nothing could stop me and for once, I wasn't afraid.

I was ready to go and face my problems, and even felt strong enough to tell of them to others. As the last few songs began to play, they were my favorites; songs about redemption, forgiveness, and being who you are. I sang every lyric with pride to the people who I always felt needed to hear the words from me...

"I'm beautiful in my way, cause God makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track baby I was born this way! Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set." I sang to the one who never values herself, to the one with the lost hope.

"And I do, want you to know I'll hold you up, above everyone!" I sang to the one who felt alone, but never trully would be.

"Baby you're a firework, c'mon show 'em what you're worth!" I sang to the one who could never trully understand how important she is.

 

Nobody sang to me; I'm starting to even wonder if I made a difference..

Author's Note

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Reviews

[WhoIsAmelia?]

i love this! it really showcases the average, self loathing teenager who's trying to learn to love them self. How we all hate ourselves just a little bit every now and then. Really cool way of showing how voices can be lost amoung hundreds of people leaving no impact what-so-ever, using the crowd of people singing and laughing.
Just a few spelling errors, but other than that REALLY well done.

[onceafaerietale]

Yes I really do. Once again, its really sad