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The narration of a girl's inner, depressed feelings.

Megan stared out of her window at the darkening sky. The smooth glass kept the harsh rain drops from pelting her. She continued to stare out, her eyes clouded and glazed over and inscrutable. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her shins. Her chin rested on her drawn-up knees as she continued to stare into rain which was falling so fast that it was almost impossible to see anything. Megan was lost in the loud pitter-patter of the rain pelting her window. She continued to sit on her windowsill and was unfazed and unmoved. This was her haven. She could be anyone she wanted in her room, sitting at her windowsill. No one disturbed her and she wasn’t afraid of anyone coming in and disrupting her thoughts.

            She continued to see with her eyes closed. In her mind, she saw the exact picture of the rain hitting against the window. Almost like a thousand tiny monsters trying to come in. She started to dream off, her imagination taking her away. She almost dozed off into her painless world of sleep, but she couldn’t; it was only three in the afternoon. She lifted her head and walked robotically to her sink. There, she let go. She grabbed the edge of the sink tightly. The gateway of tears spilled over onto her cheeks, then dripped down her chin. She shuddered and cried silently, feeling very alone. It was dark in her bathroom area, and it was in the dark she felt very secure, where no one could see her cry out her problems and her pain. After almost five minutes of crying hard and silently, she wiped her eyes and her nose roughly. She sniffed audibly while staring into her sink, then whipped her head up to check if anyone was around. Satisfied she was still alone, she stared back into the bottom of the sink, letting one last, fat tear slide down her face. After that, she quickly wiped her face on a nearby towel. She gasped from the pain in her hands and she looked at them. Her knuckles were white from gripping the sink so hard and there were imprints on her palms. She shook her head disgustedly at herself and washed her face, making sure she looked normal again. She tried a smile. It came out perfectly. She looked genially happy, but if anyone looked into her eyes deep enough, they would see the pain swirling within her.

            She stared walked back into the bed part of the room and stared into her full length mirror. She was a naturally pretty girl, but just not pretty enough. She had tanned skin and dark brown hair with light brown eyes. Freckles sprinkled her nose and as Megan ran her eyes over them, she wrinkled her button nose in disgust. She looked into her own eyes and tried another smile. She prided herself on keeping her emotions in check with other people. It was one of the only things she really prided herself on.

            She skipped down the stairs in fake happiness. “Hello, dear,” her mother said absently, pecking her on the cheek.

            “Hi Mom,” she replied, smiling. She walked into their backyard, something she hadn’t done in a long time. Her mother didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but just continued to wash the vegetables for dinner. Megan hated Sunday evenings only because she knew school was the next day. She was starting not to care about her grades and school all together. The only reason she hadn’t dropped out already was because she was underage and mostly because her parents would flip if she did. She heaved a sigh and sat underneath the balcony above, safe from the rain. From the looks of what she had, everyone who knew her (or thought they did) knew she had everything. She did, more or less. She had a happy, supportive family, good church friends and she had lots of girl friends. The only thing she really wanted was guy friends to talk to and to support her. She heaved another sigh. She knew she was being unreasonable, but it was something she really wanted. She wrapped her arms around herself. But the one thing she really, really wanted was…did she dare wish it…a boyfriend. She wanted a boy to hug her and to give her kisses and to talk to her whenever she felt down. She wanted a boy to comfort her and to text her whenever he felt like it. She sighed quietly. She felt her heart feel very empty and she suddenly felt so very alone in the world again. She knew deep in her heart that she was really alone. Her girl friends never invited her to do things and she couldn’t really confide in them and they weren’t very sympathetic. She always invited them to things she did because they were all she had. She hugged herself tighter.

            After the little episode of thinking in the fresh air, she walked back inside and stared back out before closing the door all the way. It was still raining hard, as if the clouds were crying as hard as she was crying inside.

            The evening was ending and Megan was empty of tears. She went up to her room and closed the door softly after yelling a goodnight to her parents. She approached her mirror and gave a smile to her pitiful self before sneering at herself again.

            She went to sleep, only to wake up to another wretched day of pathetic emotions, another mask, and loneliness. Utter loneliness.

Author's Note

Please review and critic this! I'm going to send it to a college as an example of my writing, and I need feedback from you guys! Thank you!