Saving Her

Smoke, Smoke, And Smoke Chapter: 1 Sitting in my usual spot which was a corner in the student lounge I continue playing my guitar trying my best to ignore the more the usual judgmental looks. I was used to getting insults thrown at me whether it was about becoming a druggie to being a hoe for sleeping with some random young English teacher, that I didn't even have or knew. For god's sake, this isn't Riverdale or PLL! And for the record, I've never done drugs and I've never slept with a teacher or anyone older than three years from me. I do indeed smoke and drink alcohol but not drugs. Drugs would be for the future. Sighing I push away the ever negative energy growing in the room and sang the lyrics I had written in my journal. I had it at my side with both my bag and cigarettes hidden under my jacket, I read the notes and continue singing, the melody practicing to make sure it sounded decent before getting into the chorus. "La la" I sang softly "Smoky eyes, smoky taste. A new human race where they crave for blood. Save me from this grave where I lay with my insanity, " I sang in a sweet scary angelic voice which managed to give a few chills in the almost empty student lounge room. Changing the lyrics around I decided it was good enough so I began to try again. As I strung a few cords, I felt the presence of someone near me. How odd. Looking down at my watch I see it's 11:30 it's time for lunch usually it should be empty in here. Their smell kept me in shock for a few seconds as it gave me flashbacks to a point I was once happy. "Nice guitar," a deep voice said making me turn up to look not recognizing the voice. As I look up I see a handsome guy with jet black hair and green eyes that had a rocker vibe. His outfit screamed I don't care what you think I know who I am. He pulled off his ripped jeans and the one size too big outworn nirvana t-shirt alongside the yellow doc Martins had. My eyes stare at him for a bit too long as it found him intriguing. Soon realization hit that I had, in fact, looked at him longer than then I should have especially for me. This stranger was not an outcast or a depressed person and that was enough for me to know I couldn't talk to him. I was an ever-growing storm and although many would think I enjoy spreading chaos I did not. Indeed I knew better, just one encounter with me made your image go down in this hell hole. "Thanks" I mumbled as I close my guitar case and began to pack up before he got too comfortable to have a conversation with me. As fast and not too obviously I shoved my stuff into my backpack. "You look like a girl who would have an electric guitar and not an acoustic guitar- hey is that guitar from Carvin, that's so cool this brand only makes one of a kind guitars," he asked interested as he inspected my guitar as I held the case open still processing his words. In my mind, I was impressed he knew this not many knew unless you took guitars seriously, but I would never let him know. No one has ever shown interest about me or my instruments so this is a first leaving me in utter shock but I wouldn't let him or anyone for the matter see it."No two guitars are ever the sam-" as he says this I started to walk away. "Hey wait up!" before I could make it out from the building, he grabbed onto my shoulder pulling me back. "I didn't get your name- Or your phone number," he said in a flirtatious voice with a smirk. "Last time I check you didn't either," I said but stop him as he got ready to talk" And I don't really want to know." I say smugly by seeing the hurt of rejection on his face, "It's Mia by the way, by the way, it's rude to touch a woman without her consent" I say annoyed yet amused to know he like most guys had fallen for my looks not knowing how twisted I was inside. Men are fools, they think being beautiful having a nice body and nice clothes makes a person be worthy of them but little do they know those who are beautiful are rotten from the inside like me. Not only has the cigarettes I smoke burn my lungs but it's rotting my soul as well. But to be fair since she's left everything is rotten. She was my rose. She was evreyones rose garden. ... Most people or teenagers don't exactly plan the day they want to die, but as I say I'm not most and I'm not normal. Me Mia Violet I want to die a year from my mothers birthday that means I have a short time to complete my list. • Have a summer fling •Go skinny dipping • Make A name for myself • Dance under the stars • Perform in a theater • Go to New York • Go to A Valentine event (With a date maybe?) • Visit the Statue of Liberty • See The Christmas tree in Manhattan •_______be with her again Vote Comment Follow Questions: What do you think of Mia? What's your favorite place? Have you ever been to New York?