The Truth About Me (Part 1)

This is the 1st part of my every growing short story series.

 

She looked hopefully at the digital clock next to her bed.

12:32

Not yet, she thought. It would still be a few long hours before her mind would calm enough to let her drift into the sleep, even if it would only be fitful and restless, that her body so longingly desired. For those few hours her body would have a chance at peace even if her mind never would. She reluctantly rolled from her bed only to fall to the floor when her knees buckled for they could not support her weight in their weak state.

She tensely got up and walked to the mirror only to wish she hadn't bothered. She turned away, disgusted, at what she saw. Tangled hair, tan arms and shoulders but sun brunt face, blemishes across her skin, a fat stomach, hideous stretch marks, and thighs and legs that could be slimmer. Her too wide eyes, weird shaped nose, and thin lips that curled in a grimace stared back at her, a demon raised from her own personal corner of hell. She pinched her self hard on her fleshy arm to keep from gagging and vomiting what little food she'd allowed herself to eat, no matter how hungry she was. She watched as the red spot turned a sickish shade of blue-green. What was another bruise on her less than imperfect skin?

Covered with scars, 15 to be exact, just from falling down. She hated how clumsy she was. Why couldn't she be graceful for once in her life and not have to be the freak getting laughed at? Sure, she laughed along, but on the inside she was banging her head into an oak door seeing witch would break 1st. She turned and logged on her MySpace. She snorted and thought about what a good job she'd done in tricking them into believing the lies she'd fed them.

Again, she looked at the clock.

1:53

She sighed and checked her cell phone for texts from him. None. Furious tears stung at her eyes. NO. She would not cry. She would be strong. She had to be. But yet, as the wiped he eyes, there were her tears. The traitors. That's it, she thought, I'm so sick of his bullshit. It's been a month now. He could have contacted me if he wanted to. She had to let him go, but was it possible to let go of everything you wanted?

Well, it wasn't him, exactly, that she wanted. She wanted what he offered. love, acceptance, understanding, passion. Everything she'd ever desired. Once more she looked at the clock:

2:31

She was so upset. She reached for the Sudafed PM next to her bed. She toke one and swallowed greatfully. As she waited for the pill to kick in, she cried to herself and whispered:

 

and as you move on, remember me.

and, maybe, when I'm gone, remember what we had.

 

♥

Author's Note

This is the frist thing I've written besides school work. Please reveiw and rate honestly as to help me and my writing grow. Thanks.

Reviews

[Forist.johnston]

It was an enjoyable read, however it seemed� incomplete.

Someone told me this, and it helped. It seems to be the same advice you need here :

'Interesting story going here. The writing is a bit choppy; it seems like the characters' thoughts reflect more time passing than the writing indicates. You might want to work on improving the flow of things. Other than that, nice job.'

But you seem flipped, the story seems to fly by while the characters thoughts seem to stand still. It does seem that your timing (not in words, but in the actual events on the story) are a little off. Does that even make scene? =]

Anywho, I think you do have a cute little story going here. Like the 'Terrible Teens' in word form.

[Ari-san]

Cassie... OMG so emo. sad, too. You're not ugly, you're beautiful! *shakes head in exasperation* And who is this 'He' you mentioned? And is this a fictional account? becasue if you didn't make this up, then you seriously need muchos huggos.