A dark place

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's easy for me to drift to a dark world, but it's not so easy to get out of.

As he watched me, he tries to understand what goes on in my mind. My mind is dark. Pitch black. “A penny for your thoughts?” he asks. I smile. He grins back at me. “I don’t think you want to know what goes on in my mind.” He straightens his back and looks me in the eye. His beautiful green eyes staring back in mine. He always knows how to come near me. When he looks at me, my dark thoughts vanish, all of them. He knows I’ve been to a dark place and he knows my mind never left. He’s still staring at me. I stare back. Then I close my eyes. “Fine. You win.” A deep sigh fills the room with air. “I was thinking…” I stop. He is still staring at me, even when my eyes are closed. I can feel it. Penetrating my mind, my thoughts. It’s as if he’s trying to read my mind. I know he can’t, he knows he can’t, so he relies on me to tell him the truth. “It’s dark in here, Robin. Very, very dark.” It repeat ‘very’ cause it gives the sentence some depth. Importance. “I know.” He says nothing. This time he closes his eyes too an lays his forehead against mine. “Is there anything I can do to help? I hate it seeing you like this. I want my happy girl back. The girl I fell in love with.” I know what he means. After my parents died I fell in a hole. A deep, dark hole. I never had the courage to climb out of it. Robin has been there for me since day one. Since the day he fell in love with me. He stayed with me while I cried when the thought of my parents came up. Depressed. “I don’t think there is anything you can do, baby.” That last word sounds hesitant. At some point it is. I love him, he loves me, but a part of me won’t let him in anymore. The gate opens when he stares at me, tries to figure out what goes on in my mind. But when he’s not, all I see is ‘just a boy’ as some people would call it. I want to be there for him, as he’s been here for me, the whole time. One part says yes, and the other, says no. I wish I knew al the answers, so my life would make sense. But I guess no one could ever explain why my parents had to be taken away from me. Why me, and not someone else? Did they thought I could handle it? Did they thought I would slip into this depression? I have no idea who I refer to when I say ‘they’ but it’s a small comfort. I guess this teaches me that I don’t have all the answers, no one does.


Submitted: September 16, 2014

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B Douglas Slack

You're absolutely right: nobody has all the answers. The best we can do is struggle through on our own. A bit of advice would be to edit this story and break it into seaparate paragraphs - especially when the person speaking changes.

Tue, September 16th, 2014 5:41pm

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Yeah, I know I should change that, I never did that and than I read something while I was cleaning at a news paper xD

Mon, October 20th, 2014 4:05am

MorningOfDecember

Yeah I wrote this when I didn't read all the rules about writing. So I'm going to edit it, thank you for stating that out!

Tue, September 16th, 2014 7:28pm

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:)

Mon, October 20th, 2014 4:08am

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