NonsenseA Story by TeenRomance2Real quick, nonsense. (Unless you can make sense of it)
Nonsense
She said to me, “Bruises fade. Don’t you worry a damn thing about me!” I couldn’t help but stare at her. I hadn’t known her long, at all, and there she was biting my head off over a simple question. She was kinda drunk anyway, and I’m not one for taking anything personally. I told her she had an ‘internet personality‘. “What’s that supposed to mean??” “Well, you know how on the internet people just say whatever they want, without fear of, I dunno, getting hit?” “Ya.” “Well, that’s you. But in real life.” “Huh”, is all she said. I think she took it as a compliment. I looked at her bruises again. She noticed, and looked at my arm in return. “Scars don’t fade”, she said. “F**k you, Haley”, was my reply. The next day we met again at my apartment. Since I moved to this new town, I kinda attached myself to this girl’s hip. After all, she was the only one who seemed real to me. Even though she got in a ton of fights, hence the bruises. Only because she spoke what was on her mind, had no emotional drama, and she was… interesting. Different. I find beauty in that. Except for when she punched my arm! “Ouch!” I complained, “What’d you do THAT for??” “So you’ll experience it for yourself.” “Experience what? You freak…” “That bruises fade.” My bruise didn’t quite fade. First, it was black and blue. Then kind of greenish with an outer yellow ring. Now it had been this weird yellow tint for days. My bruise did NOT fade, and I was determined to show her. I had never been to her house before, so it was overdue. As I walked there, I planned in my mind how to give her a bruise or two! I walked up to the porch, and let myself in through the flimsy screen door. Her house looked a lot like my parents’, with old stuff strewn about everywhere. I approached the front door, which was open, and peered inside the dark house. And there she was, talking back to her dad, as he cut her a mean jab right at her shoulder. Wow. It not only stunned her. It stunned me too. “Get the f**k outta here!” the man said waving his ape-like hand in the air. Haley looked up at me, straight into my eyes. She came over to me. “Hey”, I stupidly greeted. “Hey”, she bashfully replied. She had tears welled in her eyes, but I never acknowledged them, and they never left the comfort of her eyes. “Let’s get the f**k outta here”, I said. Nice choice of words. “Yeah, let’s!”, she replied. We both went back out through the flimsy screen door. Walked down the drive, down to the sidewalk, towards my apartment complex. “Uh, my bruise didn’t fade”, I said. “Neither did your scars.” “Yes, but…” I inhaled, “I did those to myself.” “Exactly.” “Exactly what?” “You can recover from what people do to you, in time. How are you going to recover from what you put yourself through? There’s no coming back from that. You are all you’ve got.” I thought about it for a moment. She was right. “Ugh, you sound like Janis Joplin!”, I complained. “Who’s that??” “You don’t know who Janis Joplin is???” “What?!” YG © 2010 TeenRomance2Author's Note
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StatsAuthorTeenRomance2Sugarland, TXAboutI'm trying a couple of things that are new to me: ROMANCE, and FLASH FICTION =^-^= {Basically, short stories around 1,000 words} And I love to give reviews on poetry, so don't be shy to send me re.. more..Writing
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