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1002 Words
The coldest of them all are truly just broken souls crying out for help.
~~Unknown
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"Kim you should just leave." He said not even looking at me. His nose was scrunched up like I was a Goblin or even worse, a monster.
"Is this what it is?" I asked tears gushing uncontrollably out of my eyes. I didn’t want this to be true.
"Honey, just go. Can't you see he isn't interested?" The girl on the bed with him said, her voice full of mock and her eyes having an evil glint.
"So I'm just going to be another one of those girls." I said wiping off my tears and bracing myself up for the worst.
"Oh My Goodness!" Dwayne exclaimed tiredly and just covered his head with a blanket.
"He's done with you I guess." The girl said looking at me squarely.
"So sorry you didn't know how to take care of your man. Maybe next time you'll be good enough." She said and burst out in laughter.
I wasn't so hurt by her words and laughter until I saw Dwayne laughing under the blanket. He was not just my boyfriend but also my friend. This isn’t what friends do.
I couldn't take it anymore so I ran, I ran far away from them. I promised myself never to be this foolish again.
I kept running with her words ringing in my head.
'Maybe next time you'll be good enough.'
All I wanted to do was go home and cry it all into my pillow.
I didn't know when I got to a dark bushy area. I was about to turn back when I heard a girl scream, I turned in the direction of the scream and saw myself.
Yes, you heard me right.
Another version of me was screaming but that wasn't even what weirded me out.
There was this huge guy on top of me...the other me. He was screaming at me...her (whatever) as he unbuckled his belt.
He jumped on her and started kissing her fiercely, I couldn't move closer to them, there was something like a wall stopping me, so I did one of the things I can do best, I started screaming.
"Stop." I shouted.
"Stop."
"Stop."
"Stop." I screamed even louder when it seemed like he wasn't listening.
"Please Stop." I screamed as tears gushed out of my eyes.
The other me was crying too.
I was so frustrated I didn't even notice when I started screaming incoherent words.
"Kim wake up."
"Kim please wake up." I heard a voice a calling out for me though it sounded distant.
I turned around and everything around me became pitch black.
"Kim please wake up."
"Hope?" I asked a little confused as I opened my eyes. What was Hope doing here?
"Oh my God. Kim you scared the hell out of me." She said hugging me tightly.
"Your mum is one the phone with your doctor. You never told me you had problems sleeping." She said giving me an accusing look.
It took in my surroundings and tried to recall what Hope was doing here in L.A.
I was about to apologize for screaming on my sleep when I suddenly remembered what happened at the Halloween party.
"I'm still mad at you, why will you let your brother come?" I asked pulling myself out of her arms.
"Look, I told you I was sorry. Dwayne found a way of convincing my dad not to let me come here alone-"
She was still blabbering when a thought crossed my mind.
"Wait! Is your brother sleeping here?" I asked sitting up straighter.
"No. Hell no. After what the asshole said to you at school, I kicked his lonely ass to the streets. Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe I’m related to such an ass.” She said smiling like the little devil she was.
"I’ve got you. Bros before hoes and of course, Dwayne is a hoe." She said laughing as she opened her arms inviting me for a hug. I was still a little mad at her, but I couldn't help but hug her tightly.
Truth is, no matter how much she annoys me, I trust Hope and I know she'll never hurt me on purpose.
"I should go tell your mum you're finally up." She said pulling away from the hug and leaving my room.
As soon as she closed my room door, the weight of everything fell heavily on my shoulders. Deciding to let some of it out, I brought out my journal and began writing.
Writing?
Yes, writing.
Everyone has a safe haven, and words just happen to be mine. I feel safe and free when I write or drown myself in relatable words.
Anytime I feel sad, down or just not bubbly I write poems related to my current feelings.
Based on the nightmare I just had, I already knew what I'll write about.
She cried out in pain
Her suffering for no gain
He saw her as a domain
All her light to drain
He made her become darkness
Took away all her gladness
All she knew from then was sadness
The world seemed to her an act of madness
She was hurt, her hopes nonexistent
But all she could do was remain silent
Physically there but her mind and soul absent
She became what you see in the present
She became Mayhem.
Writing the last line, I noticed my cheeks were wet, I quickly wiped away the tears and almost immediate after this, my mother and Hope came into the room.
The look on their faces told me I was in for some serious questioning and to be honest, I was exhausted and wasn't even stable enough to bring up a good excuse for me screaming in my sleep, so I did what I'm good at doing.
I turned it into a joke.
"Can you both stop looking at me like I'm a ghost or something." I said yawning and drawing the blanket up to cover my legs.
"I think I'm pregnant so I'll like to have my beauty sleep while I think of who the father is."
Both my mom and Hope stared at me in shock before they burst with laughter.
Mission accomplished.
"Goodnight mother, goodnight you little devil." I said to them and covered my self fully.
If only the knew behind this wide smile was a broken soul.
- Writer
