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Mar 25, 2014 22:21:14 GMT -5
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Post by mamaduck419 on Mar 25, 2014 22:21:14 GMT -5
Okay, so... I have to write a paper for my Creative Writing class. It has to be called "The Breakup" but can be the break up of anything. Family, Friends, Romantic, even the break up of mucus in the nose... lol. This is what I wrote. I would like opinions before I turn it in.... Thanks <3
Her lips were so angelic, her mind was chaotic, and her voice was symphonic. Her laugh was contagious, her eyes were hypnotic, and her skin so soft. I felt as though I were living a fantasy, and she was my princess, Princess Sara. I’d do anything for her. I’d run a marathon for her, I’d even trek across the Grand Canyon for her, but now, I believe my fantasy has found its ending.
For a while, she made me believe that she really, REALLY loved me back, and for the first couple of months, she did. She’d say, “Babe, you are my everything,” and, “I love you.” I believed her, but as time progressed, she changed. It was as if Dr. Jekyll was now Mr. Hyde. First it started with mental abuse, name calling, and bickering, but then that too changed. I was once so strong, but now, so fragile; like a sapling stuck beneath a mighty oak's canopy, searching for warmth.
It was such a frightening feeling to have sat there and wondered, when's the next time I'll mess up? When's the next time she'll scream at me? When's the next time I'll make her mad? Every day, I sat there and tried to anticipate when it would happen. My mentality, confidence, and well-being were completely destroyed. It pushed me to my limits, until one day I couldn’t hide my pain. I medicated myself to sleep, so my mind would finally shut down, and I found myself waking up every morning, past the point of crying, just staring at my four walls. I was a mime, feeling completely emotionless, and as much as I wanted to cry, plead, and beg for help, I was speechless... stuck. I may not have been perfect, but I was a person. Hell! I’m still a person.
It hurt not being able to run to the person that I love so much. I needed her guidance, but when I went to her, she sat there. Tearing at my half-broken walls, but the funny thing is I still love her...
In my times of need, my thoughts wandered. Wandered to the first day we locked eyes, her skin like porcelain, and her lips like morphine every time we kissed. The memories of what was kept me from sinking into a deep hole, and incasing my feelings, for a while. As time went on, I realized, memories were memories, and nothing more. That’s when I turned to drugs…
The drugs, it sent me into a world where this was all a dream, but sedation soon changed to terror and nausea. My breaths started to shorten and my heart started to beat faster, with every hit, every pill. Is this what she wanted? Did she want me to feel like this? As though I am dying… I’m glad all this had happened.
In the midst of my fear, I realized I was better without her, that the drugs were not needed, she was not needed. I would always love her, but this was too much. I’d blame everything on a bad day, my anger, depression, sickness, but it really wasn’t the day, it was her. Her apathy got the best of me. She had pulled me in with her mesmerizing eyes and her sweet voice.
I couldn’t break from her, I couldn’t leave the one girl in my life that had made a difference, made me figure myself out, but I had to… I had had it. So much was shaken up. I was a bottle ready to explode, nobody could stop it. The constant bullying, the nit-picking, everything, it had to end. That’s when it happened, that lone day in June. I didn’t mean too, she wasn’t listening. I grabbed her with both hands, with my strong hands that were never meant to hurt anything.
I had done it, I snapped…
BE HONEST PLEASE!
Her lips were so angelic, her mind was chaotic, and her voice was symphonic. Her laugh was contagious, her eyes were hypnotic, and her skin so soft. I felt as though I were living a fantasy, and she was my princess, Princess Sara. I’d do anything for her. I’d run a marathon for her, I’d even trek across the Grand Canyon for her, but now, I believe my fantasy has found its ending.
For a while, she made me believe that she really, REALLY loved me back, and for the first couple of months, she did. She’d say, “Babe, you are my everything,” and, “I love you.” I believed her, but as time progressed, she changed. It was as if Dr. Jekyll was now Mr. Hyde. First it started with mental abuse, name calling, and bickering, but then that too changed. I was once so strong, but now, so fragile; like a sapling stuck beneath a mighty oak's canopy, searching for warmth.
It was such a frightening feeling to have sat there and wondered, when's the next time I'll mess up? When's the next time she'll scream at me? When's the next time I'll make her mad? Every day, I sat there and tried to anticipate when it would happen. My mentality, confidence, and well-being were completely destroyed. It pushed me to my limits, until one day I couldn’t hide my pain. I medicated myself to sleep, so my mind would finally shut down, and I found myself waking up every morning, past the point of crying, just staring at my four walls. I was a mime, feeling completely emotionless, and as much as I wanted to cry, plead, and beg for help, I was speechless... stuck. I may not have been perfect, but I was a person. Hell! I’m still a person.
It hurt not being able to run to the person that I love so much. I needed her guidance, but when I went to her, she sat there. Tearing at my half-broken walls, but the funny thing is I still love her...
In my times of need, my thoughts wandered. Wandered to the first day we locked eyes, her skin like porcelain, and her lips like morphine every time we kissed. The memories of what was kept me from sinking into a deep hole, and incasing my feelings, for a while. As time went on, I realized, memories were memories, and nothing more. That’s when I turned to drugs…
The drugs, it sent me into a world where this was all a dream, but sedation soon changed to terror and nausea. My breaths started to shorten and my heart started to beat faster, with every hit, every pill. Is this what she wanted? Did she want me to feel like this? As though I am dying… I’m glad all this had happened.
In the midst of my fear, I realized I was better without her, that the drugs were not needed, she was not needed. I would always love her, but this was too much. I’d blame everything on a bad day, my anger, depression, sickness, but it really wasn’t the day, it was her. Her apathy got the best of me. She had pulled me in with her mesmerizing eyes and her sweet voice.
I couldn’t break from her, I couldn’t leave the one girl in my life that had made a difference, made me figure myself out, but I had to… I had had it. So much was shaken up. I was a bottle ready to explode, nobody could stop it. The constant bullying, the nit-picking, everything, it had to end. That’s when it happened, that lone day in June. I didn’t mean too, she wasn’t listening. I grabbed her with both hands, with my strong hands that were never meant to hurt anything.
I had done it, I snapped…
BE HONEST PLEASE!
