Silver Lining

note: i still need to do the links, but my computer is being stupid. and this story depressed me, i didnt start it that way but it ended up like this. next post will definantly have to be happier… 

She stares at the wall. It was more than she could have ever asked for. Then, with one crash, one car, one screech of brakes, one trip to the hospital, it was gone.

Gone.

So completely it was like it had never existed. The only thing left were memories. Of a park. Of the movies. Of laughing when they got locked out of the house in the rain. She cries until she loses her breath, and then keeps crying. Tears fall off her eyelashes like shattered diamonds. She slammed her fist into the window, hoping her physical pain will lessen her mental pain. It doesnt. Not even as a bruise start to appear on her fist. She rests her head against the window. Small snowflakes wander through the gap of air between cool clouds and frozen ground. She watches them fall. She used to love the snow. Not anymore. She had loved life with everything she had, but that love had been stripped away with more ease then picking up a pencil. She cant even fall asleep the pain hurts so bad. She hasnt slept for days. Nothing she does quiets her thoughts. All the what ifs and the whys. She lives in a waking dream, filled with only memories. She keeps going over them again and again, afraid that if she stops then she’ll lose them. The only thing she has left. She hears her little siblings playing with the dog downstairs. Before, she would have played with them. Not anymore. She cant stand being around people. People who say the understand what its like to lose someone, and that the pain will eventually fade. Their words dont mean anything at all. There empty. Empty, like her.

Disclaimer: NO OFFENSE TO ANY GUYS but since guys generally do not get going on a long invloved story while talking at 100 miles a minute this won’t apply to you. In fact, you have probably seen this story played out a million times, in a million different hallways, and it manages to confuse you, make you shake you head, and go, “girls!” in a disgusted tone every time. Sorry, you will never understand. Just give up and go play video games or something. If you are still reading this, don’t blame me for your confusion at the end of my story when all the girls are shaking there heads agreeing. I did warn you!

You know you’ve all had one of those moments. You are randomly walking along trying (hopelessly) to get to class on time (but you keep on getting distracted) when you friend comes running up the hall towards you. You moan. (if you’re late today you are so dead, your teacher threatened to chain you in a deep dark dungeon). Your friend ignores the some fifty million teachers who scream at her to slow down and nearly flies past you before she can slow down. Then, she launches into a huge prologue about how you WILL NOT BELIEVE what she just heard. You give them the biggest eye roll you can pull off and tell them to cut to the chase. They pretend to be put out (just for appearences) but can’t hold the story in any longer than about 5 seconds. They burst out talking a million miles an hour about something. It takes you about a minute to understand what she’s saying (just because you can talk fast doesn’t mean you can understand it when someone else does!) you scream out in shock:

THEY/SHE/HE DID WHAT!?!?!?

(Um, yah. In the hallway. At the top of your lungs. Don’t deny it.)

The whole hallway turns and stares. Teachers dole out their very best glares of doom. But, you don’t notice your a little preoccupied). You almost drop your junk for the next class and start grilling your friend for details at a thousand questions a minute (all thoughts of getting to class on time are forgotten/given up in light of this new ‘national’ emergency). You both have the fastest conversation of all time going when…

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

(You and anyone listening to this shocking story groan, except for your guys friends, who sigh in relief and walk off telling their guy friends something along the lines of “wtf they’re at it again!” (don’t blame me for the language, you said/say it, not me!)

Anyways. I got sidetracked.

The bell. Every storytellers worst nightmare. You look at your friend. She looks at you. You both simultaniously and silently agree to continue the story until the last possible nanosecond. Teachers wave at you and start yacking about getting to class. You pretend to listen to them and mindlessly start pretending to walk somewhere (while still talking). The halls empty. Suddenly, you remember your teacher’s dire threat. (The one about the dungeon.) No, there is not a dungeon in the school. But there is a principles office, which is just as bad (in fact, you’d really rather take the dungeon). You spot your teacher down the hall, making for your class at a power-walk. You knew he/she was out to get you! You yell at your friend to write you a note on the story, and you both split. Your teacher looms closer and closer. He/she is almost into a run. They couldn’t possibly walk any faster without a) tripping b) having an anurism. You get a better grip on your binder. The race is on. You put on your best walk/jog. You’re almost there. WINNER! You shoot through the door just in front of your teacher. You slide into your seat like a person who’s just hit a home run to win the game. Your teacher pants in fury. Once again, you escape the dungeon.

Note (yes, another one): No teachers were harmed in the making of this story. Oh, and no offense was meant to anyone. Exaggeration is a fun story tool.

P.S. I really needed to do something totaly random. Serious stuff can get boring after a while.