Just had a sudden burst of creativity flow through me. Maybe this could turn into a Romance Novel? What do you think?
White. That’s all I see. Even though it’s completely pitch-black, I can see the white ceiling only several feet above me.
The room is dark for the lights are off, and the small window of a yard’s length and a foot’s height which usually has a view just above ground is barricaded with the New England snow outside, for February is a cruel month in rural Massachusetts. Even though no light pours from the midnight moon, I can see every characteristic of my bed room.
The walls are orange, just to match the bed set I got from my Aunt, shape a small rectangle, and the basement ceiling is low above my head. To my right, across the room, is an empty door frame that leads to my other room, also small with grey walls. It has my small closet, shaped like a triangle under the stairs, and objects in storage for a later season, date, or lifetime.
I force myself to grab my iPod from the plastic storage drawers’ surface to check the time. 1:14 AM. Great. 4 sleepless hours.
I pull the blankets off of my body and let the cold atmosphere kiss my skin. I groan as I shiver them pull my self from my bed. I walk across both rooms, and exit through my open door.
The green cement floor is freezing against my bare feet as walk into the main room of my family’s basement. I turn the corner to see one of my many Aunts sleeping in her own bed across the room. I silently walk up the old, wooden stairs so I won’t disturb her.
My feet’s skin is greeted by the texture of the tile floor. My kitchen is messy, but I like it that way. The counters, oven, and refrigerator are white to match the floor, but the cabinets and table and wood brown. The blue walls contrast against the rest of the room. I walk through the darkness, not walking into anything after living in the cottage for so long.
I then feel the wood flooring as I walk into the hall. The walls are still blue, with each wooden brown door open for heating purposes. I enter the first to my right, closing the door behind me after I turn on the light, as my feet find the identical tiles to the kitchen’s. The bathroom has yellow-white walls with a yucky yellow tub-shower to my left. To my left is the washer, separate from it’s twin dryer downstairs because it kept breaking. Next to it is the white sink. I walk to it, splash water on my face, until there’s an on-going drip down my face and off my chin. I dry my face with a near by towel.
I then sit on the toilet with the lid down next to the sink. I keep the towel to my face, and then slowly remove it.
“Nick…” I whisper escapes my lips then I cover my mouth with the towel again.
Stupid! I think to myself. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Why and when I went insane, all I could say is that my freshman year has been most effected by my potential insanity- My story isn’t an uncommon one in the books. A teen-age girl enters high school and falls for her closest guy-friend. But here’s where my story takes a shocking turn: It wasn’t the same tale for him.
I’d rather not go into extreme details, so I’ll sum it up with three simple words: He said no.
I told myself, when I found myself falling for Nick, that the second he did say no, I’d move on. It was something I had been gifted with, as long as I remember, moving on had been easy for me. My broken heart mended fast.
It was different this time.
I really was stupid. I still am. And I hate myself. For my stupidity, ignorance, insanity. Never have I hated myself, or anyone for that matter, as much as I do now.
As the months go on, my tale takes another turn. My friends tell me Nick’s mind has changed in the past…6 months? That long? More like a lifetime of pain. But as they collect more and more evidence, closer the dreaded day of the year comes.
Valentine’s Day.
Here, the wishful thinking begins. Maybe he’ll say something, as he sees all those couple’s in the school hallways. Maybe I’ll say something. Maybe my pain will subdue. Maybe we will stand hand in hand one day. Maybe he’ll be mine by my fifteenth birthday at the end of the month.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
I stand up and gently place my elbows on the window-sill. I look through the glass to see the moon, shining in pure glory. How lonely she must be, alone in the sky. Spinning the same way everyday, wishing to be pulled out of the earth’s gravity to go off on her own. Maybe she only sticks around to see the one she loves. Maybe some man of earth is the moon’s soul mate. How the pain must eat her alive, able to see her love but not reach him. Maybe he loves her too, but is to shy to tell her, feeling he is just a small man of earth and has no right to love the great, majestic moon.
Am I the moon? Is Nick the man?
I wonder how long I’ve been starring at the sky. I look back to the door, now open. I go into ninja-mode, remembering that I never opened it.
I peer into the hall, looking both left and right, though nothing is visible. I search more of the mysterious entity that opened the door. I find nothing.
I venture downstairs back to my room, locking the door behind me. I pray to God to bless and protect my household, slip into my bed, and attempt to sleep for the millionth time.
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