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Damaged: Part 2
Will woke up alone in his room to a deadly silence. So many mornings he'd woken up in Sergio's arms, feeling his warm body and listening to his heartbeat pounding away. Now, it was just cold and quiet. It was deafening, the stillness in the air; as if he were stuck inside a vacuum with nothing but dead space. A feeling of deep discomfort overcame him, feeling as if he was the only person left in the world. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, being all alone. The quiet stillness of his bedroom was so lonely it seemed as if he were stuck in some kind of dream or floating in limbo somewhere between the real world and his imagination. He laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling hoping he'd never have to move again. The mere thought of rising out of bed and doing something was exhausting and even sickening. He grabs his phone to check the time and sees he's missed some calls from Jessica. Ugh, he thought. Certainly by now she had heard what happened with Sergio the night before. She's trying to be his friend and provide comfort and support for him, he knew that, but it seemed impossible to talk to her at this time. He wanted to be alone and forgotten, if just for the day.
By Andoni De Las Rivas8 years ago in Humans
Damaged
On a hot summer night, Will and Sergio sat next to each other in the backyard, staring up at the sky looking up at the stars. It had been an amazing summer for them both, having enjoyed an adventure of a lifetime together. But all good things come to an end, and Will was staring right at the end of this wondrous adventure as Sergio found himself looking for the next one. Will had known it wouldn't last. They had all told him it wouldn't end well, his friends, even his mom warned him. He didn't care, however. He was just head over heels infatuated with Sergio and his cute romantic gestures, that Will decidedly disregarded every red flag. Like how Sergio never said he loved Will even though Will told him early on that was how he felt. He was so swept up in the romance, the fun trips to scenic places, adorable picnic dates, or the way Sergio would wrap him up in a warm hug and kiss softly. He cannonballed into the relationship, threw all caution to the wind and lost all sense of time and space during the course of those three magical summer months. When Sergio finally sat him down and explained to him, "this is just a summer thing, nothing else," Will felt frozen. The hot summer air turned cold around him and the night became much darker. He had seen it coming from miles away but had ignored all the signs and warnings. He had hoped that maybe love might be a real thing and that it was in fact attainable for him. He was so sure Sergio was the one, perfect, adventurous, charming Sergio. But it turned out to be the idea of him rather than the reality that drew Will in, and Will fell so deeply into that age-old trap. Now, Sergio, the heartbreaking-conniving-insensitive asshole, is sitting there as if the past three months meant nothing. "It was like an adventure, it was fun, but that was all it was."
By Andoni De Las Rivas8 years ago in Humans
A Drop Among Other Things: Chapter 4
I stayed at Tori's house until three o'clock, right until she had to go to work. She told me that I didn't have to come in and train with her that night, but I insisted. She knew she had to make me feel better, and I didn't want to lose that even though I wouldn't see her for five hours until I went in.
By Shelby Baker8 years ago in Humans
Unexpected Visits
A body numbing pain started in Mitchell’s toes as he laid still on a plainly made small bed in an equally plain, small room, trying to avoid opening his eyes to the violently bright light pouring in from an adjacent window. Quickly, Mitchell flipped his body so that his face was now lying directly into the pillow. As his head and stomach stopped spinning, Mitchell turned his face to the right in order to see and breathe. Although, it would be a lie to say he didn’t think of forcing his face back into the pillow until he could no longer breathe, but before those thoughts could flood Mitchell’s mind, he examined the room that he was now able to look at with only some sun spots in his vision.
By Roland Davila8 years ago in Humans
A Drop Among Other Things: Chapter 3
Mom came back into my room and put my phone on the table beside my bed. I was crying still and my pillow had a huge wet spot from me being curled up into a ball on my side. She sat in front of me on the bed and laid a hand on my leg, stroking it gently.
By Shelby Baker8 years ago in Humans
A Drop Among Other Things: Chapter 2
It took me a long time to fill out my application to the coffee shop. When I say a long time, I mean a week. After the door incident in front of "Mr. Handsome," I couldn’t even think about what it would be like working there. I imagined all of the spilt coffee, all of the times I would probably say something stupid to a customer, and the dirty looks I would get from cheerleaders.
By Shelby Baker8 years ago in Humans
Wish I May, Wish I Might
I was still dreading coming back to my old high school. My mother was there when I got the ten year reunion letter in the mail. She would not stop bugging me about it. It got to the point of me feeling guilty of not wanting to go. Me being the nice one, I gave into her, so here I am dressed in a tight black dress with baby blue details, higher heels on than I have ever worn in my life, and a baby blue mask that was so itchy all I wanted to do was go back home. The theme of the reunion was ‘Hiding from the Past.’ I’ll give them credit, it was pretty clever. When I walked inside my old high school gym all I saw were a whole bunch of people with different colors and masks on. Some I could tell who they were just by watching their movements. Others I knew didn’t even go to our school so they had to be spouses or something. I looked down at my bare fingers feeling even lonelier now that I came.
By Jasmine Wedde8 years ago in Humans
A Drop Among Other Things
In the summer, the grass is voluminous and the trees fill with green, the sky the prettiest shade of blue—everything alive and beautiful. But, in the winter, the grass is an ugly color of yellow, the trees bare, the sky grey; the world around me was still and quiet. Everything about the winter somehow seemed to be a good representation on how I felt.
By Shelby Baker8 years ago in Humans
His Father's Hands
Tommy couldn’t get out of the house quietly if his life depended on it. The guy has cement feet, even worse when he’s had a few. His sister called me a few days ago to ask me to watch him, he was sure to go on a typical Tommy whiskey as medicine trip. The scary thing was, he didn’t. He seemed worryingly sober. We ambushed him at the door when he came back from the toilet. “What are you doing?”
By Conor Miggan8 years ago in Humans
