TrivialAbuse

 Strains of sad, mournful music play gently in the air as seals in the surf. Small strings, webs of sound weave through a lost and lonely mind, going in one ear, creating a picture, then leaving again. A girl sits on the edge of her bed, remembering the past, things that make her sad. She's remembering the lost times, the good times, the times she'll never, ever see again. The people, the movements, the faces, the sounds of things she doesn't want to remember but never wants to forget. If she could go back, if she could see him, hold him one last time-...but she knows that too much time has passed, and she can never go back; never go back

The beautiful brunette sitting across the classroom from me is my inspiration.   Everything about her utterly angelic perfection makes me want to despise her…but I just can't. I'm so jealous that anybody can be that beautiful, least of all someone so unattainable.   Her plump, luscious lips, lightly salted with red lipstick, part slightly as she concentrates on her writing. Then, when she looks up to laugh at another student's joke and reply in kind, her storm cloud eyes flicker to mine momentarily. I look away to pretend that I'd been pondering my work, but not before I catch a glimmer of smile starting between those cherry-red pet

   I knew I shouldn't have done it. We shouldn't have done it. It was my fault, I shouldn't have brought him into this. I'm so ashamed to admit what I did that I don't want to tell him. I don't want him to have to bear the brunt of the consequences of my actions; my stupid, foolish, selfish actions. Honestly, I don't know what came over me. I guess I was under a spell, and I somehow enraptured him.    I guess that maybe telling the story will help me decide, decide what to do with the being inside me.    It was after school, and I was feeling teenager-y. I was writing an angsty story about a gir