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Wrote this short story for Pageturner's competition! It's based off of the song 'The lonely'by Christina Perri.


Submitted:Aug 4, 2011    Reads: 48    Comments: 18    Likes: 3   


Dear Dean,

It's 2am, where do I begin. It's been 3 months since you left me. 3 months since I felt whole. 3 months since I relapsed. 3 months. You'd think I would have started to heal but the truth is far more broken.

I'm Crying off my face again in the apartment we shared. Memories of who we used to be, of who we were. I remember the first time we met in our last year of school. The way you always wore your black shaggy hair so it flopped sexily over your eyes, the way you were never seen without your ipod quietly blaring My Chemical Romance and other various bands. You never cared about what people thought. Yet you always seemed to care about what I thought. You were always the dark guy people avoided but inside you were kind and saved me.

Sometimes I dream that you are still with me and that you are still there to hold and comfort me but every time I jolt awake to The silent sound of loneliness. Often I close my eyes and image you've captured me in your sweet embrace. The torturous fantasy Wants to follow me to bed so I won't feel so alone and the cold space next to me will be filled by you.

I'm the ghost of a girl who I no longer know. The girl who could smile and laugh, only you could fill her with such happiness. However, now I am but a shadow of the girl I was when with you.

There is only one thing That I want to be most and that is with you again.
I'm the shell of a girl That I used to know well. I no longer really live, each day a part of my soul withers away and dies painfully. Perhaps if you had chosen to stay I would not feel like the very air was poison and my food has turned toxic.

I like Dancing slowly in an empty room it lets me image it's you in my arms rather than the pillow there. It lets me feel close to you for even a torturous moment thatyou have mein your arms.

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby to myself at night to chase away the loneliness that creeps in when I wake and your quiet breath is not there to fill the deafening silence.

So I Let you go and let the lonely in as I drag the blade across my skin. To take my heart again and lose my mind to the craving while my heart is slowly rebreaking.

I'm Too afraid, to go inside. I cannot leave this apartment behind because you have slept here and lived here with me. I cannot stay For the pain of one more loveless night where you are not beside me when I wake. For the loneliness will stay with me so I close my eyes and let the ghost of your memory hold me till I fall asleep.

Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you
I sing myself a quiet lullaby

So I Let you go and let the lonely in as I drag the blade across my skin. To take my heart again and lose my mind to the craving while my heart is slowly rebreaking

Broken pieces of heart break a little more. I am now A barely breathing story where my death is nigh. So I let the lonely in as I drag the blade across my skin. To take my heart again and lose my mind to the craving while my heart is slowly rebreaking
Where there once was love
Now there's only me
And the lonely
thought of you. You left me all alone with only a note to explain. To tell me you loved me so much but you could not stay. Now my heart is the one to pay. I let you fix my heart and build me up until I could find the strength to stay away from the blade. Why couldn't you let me in and let me return the favour? Then you left me here all alone with a broken heart and broken mind. My strength began to ebb away. So I Let you go and let the lonely in as I drag the blade across my skin. To take my heart again and lose my mind to the craving while my heart is slowly rebreaking. Now I'm done and the last of me has lost its fight, I shall now join you. I shall join your eternal sleep side by side and my own name engraved on the headstone next to yours.

So now I'm Dancing slowly in an empty room for the last time.
The lonely can no longer take the place of you.
I sing myself a last quiet lullaby.
So I Let you go and let the lonely in as I drag the blade across my skin. To take my heart again and lose my mind to the craving while my heart is slowly rebreaking, for my time is done and my will is broken. So now my last mind has spoken.

So for the last time I Let you go and let the lonely in as I drag the blade across my skin. To take my heart again and lose my mind to the craving while my heart is slowly rebreaking so I can rejoin you.

Love,

Felicity





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