Cryptics.
1) What do you do when smile go away? When everything changes within one day? What do you do when love falls through? When the one you love, doesn't love you?
2) It hurts so much to love you the way I do, and then look at you and realize how much you dont care.
3) "Loved" isn't a word. There is no past tense to love. If you love someone, you will always love them. No Matter What.
Story.
Kia woke the next day dreading life. She summarized it in a couple sentences. Her dad had hung himself in the livingroom. Her mom was drinking her life away. Her sister used to be cool, but now she was air-headed and flaunting herself around with Kia's ex. Poor Kia was at rock bottom cutting herself because she felt that cutting was the only thing she could control. It was a gloomy Saturday. It was raining outside and none of her friends bothered to call her. Kia just lie in bed and sulked over her life wishing she were dead. Kia brainstormed her death she knew what would do her in almost instantly, not the wrist but the artery in her leg. Another possibility was blowing her blood and brains across the walls with a gun. Except with that there is a chance she could live. Kia even thought of drowning herself, slow, torture, and better than burning herself alive. It as now 5:00 PM and Kia gave up on ways to die. In the end it wouldn't matter because she would still be the same. Kia walked over to her door and unlocked it and headed to the bathroom. "Ughh. Thats not a pretty sight." came the voice of Tina. Then a couple snickers came from Sarah, and . . . Seth. "******** you." replied Kia shutting the door behind her. Kia looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight. Her hair was everywhere, and her make-up was smeared across her cheek. Kia sighed and jumped into the shower washing her hair and body then came back out. She looked and felt much better now and brushed out her hair its natural curl shining black in the light. She decided to not bother with the makeup since she wasn't going far. Kia slipped on a black tank top and some distressed jeans. Her eyes popped against her black hair shining blue/green. Kia was a natural beauty ready to face life. She emerged from the bathroom gracefully and faced the three insulters. She smiled weakly and walked toward them. "What happened to you?" asked Sarah pointing at Kia's three cutting scars. "If you must know I cut myself." admitted Kia. "You promised you wouldn't do that!" said Tina a little shocked. "What fun would life be if I didn't have you to push around and insult?" "Probably better for all of you." said Kia turning the corner. She smiled to herself a little not caring what they thought of her. Kia bounced down the stairs and out the front door to the park. The sun was bright and kids were running around in the streets. Kia took in deep breaths happy to be out of her usual environment. She walked through the park and looked around at the birds of various kinds fluttering around. She took in the deep scent of the sweet flowers and made it to the hill that overlooked most of the playgrounds. Kia layed across the soft spongy ground and smiled watching kids run around and play. This was her secret spot, and she loved coming to it. Then all of the sudden it wasn't a secret and a guy walked over and sat a couple feet away. He was wearing a My Chemical Romance T-shirt and chained pants. His hair was messy and he carried a pad and pencil. He looked serious as he looked over the playgrounds and then his eyes rested on Kia. He looked at how she held her head up with her fist, her black curls spilling around her face and then she turned to look at him. Her eyes looked like deep sparkling pools with green leaves speckled in them. "Hi." he managed to say with a sweet crooked smile. "Hey," replied Kia with a grin, "My name is Kia." she extended her hand out to him. "My name is Derek." he replied shaking her hand. Kia looked at him taking in his crouched posture and crooked smile. The two talked and discussed their favorite bands and hobbies. They walked through the park asking one another questions. It turned out that Derek was an artist and he loved drawing. They talked until 7:00 PM and finallt noticed how late they were at getting home. The two departed at Shelly Lane Kia holding a picture that Derek had drawn of her. It was beautiful holding just about every detail noticable. Kia went straight to her room and set it on her desk. She knew that meeting Derek was the highlight of the day and that she wouldn't cut tonight, but sleep peacefully.
To Be Continued . . .
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