Striving for the Unreachable

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This is for Rhensis's THE BOOKSIE CONTEST OF A LIFETIME. Hope you enjoy!

I'm always pushing myself to the limit
Making sure I stay ahead,
You made me who I am
From the words you said.
“Catch you later!” Maria smiled, her dimples prettily showing her perfectness. She started to skip away, her warm, brown curls slipping from my hand. The afternoon sunlight highlighted her from the people around us.
‘You’ve only being here for a minute-’ I complained but she was already gone. Somehow, there was this uneasy feeling in my stomach. It felt like I was really hungry but strangely I wasn’t. I felt miserable, although I didn’t know why. Uncertainty? Confused and lonely? No, I trust Maria.
I lingered around the bench like a stray dog in a cloak of dark, heavy mist. Suddenly, the bond of Maria and me, once like a concrete bar, diminished to a thin frail rope. What did I do wrong? I kept telling myself to trust Maria and she’ll trust me back but I couldn’t stop that doubt slinking right into my mind like some jelly easing downwards on a flat slope. Just like the sun that leisurely fell down.
‘I’ll only check on her.’ I muttered to myself with my eyes cast downwards, ‘After all, a boyfriend can meet his girlfriend, right?’ Slowly, I turned into the direction of where Maria was headed and gaited. I would surprise her and this would make her smile.
After several minutes, I could hear Maria’s voice, drunk and laughing gaily among with some other girls. Maria was at a bar!? She chose her friends over her boyfriend! Dumping the plan of surprising her, I sat down nearby after putting my coat, which was slinging on my shoulder, on. Masking myself from my own girlfriend. That sure is appealing. But, I needed to listen, I had to. I had to clear this annoying doubt in my head.
Still listening to them, I nearly fell asleep with their monotonous drone and laughter, if Maria didn’t say my name. A bar lady walked over to my table and kindly asked what I wanted. At that point, Maria said my name.
‘Harry? Oh, him? He’s just some nobody,’ Maria laughed. Huh? ‘I knew he liked me and I had him all over me. I just needed to say that I liked sporty guys and bam! He turns into one. Ha, ha, ha! He’s really funny! Once, I heard him say to himself that he would do anything I wanted to make me happy. So I started ordering him about and surprisingly, he does them all! He pushes himself so much!’ What? I didn’t expect this, or like this. There was a silence flooding in her friends.
I'm always pushing myself to the limit
Making sure I stay ahead,
You made me who I am
From the words you said.
‘That’s pretty mean! You shouldn’t do that to people!’ a friend shouted at Maria, furiously. My hands trembled.
‘Shut up! You’re just a nobody too! I can make friends whenever I want!’ Maria screamed her face still beautiful and lush. I expected her to look more disgusting and ugly. Gritting my teeth, I knew I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was tearing up and my heart had gashes on it. I stood up. Wrong decision.
‘You there! Turn around so I can see your face!’ Maria shouted at me. Wow, she was really drunk. I turned around quickly. Maria does not seem shocked at all to see me here, obviously spying on her. Her brown eyes were bemused and wild.
‘Maria, how could you?’ I pleaded, ‘Please, tell me that this is a joke.’
‘He’s still attached to me! Ha, ha, ha! You should stop clinging on me! I’m not that goody goody girl you thought I was!’ Maria shrieked and she stamped her foot down hard onto mine. I didn’t feel the physical hit. The mental thrust she gave me left me stranded on an island, an island of darkness and mourning. Maria was every thing to me! It hurts. My head hurts. I can’t believe she hates me and thinks of me as a ‘clingy item’. My brain is screaming now and my heart disappeared. It hurts so much…
3 months later
The television is on. My sister is currently watching the news on it. Our parents are away on late night work. I am making spaghetti dinner that is our family’s favorite. I think that all food tastes the same.
The news shows that there is a girl called ‘Maria’… My insides are hurting. I do not remember where I have heard that name before. My body moved on its own and onto the couch it sat, listening attentively. This girl had being raped and killed in a single night in a club. Tears flood my cheek but I do not know why. Who is this Maria? She has given me an aching in the space where my heart should have being. It feels like I have experienced this before. My sister is looking concerned.
Who is this Maria?
THE END


Submitted: June 16, 2011

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Rhensis

Good entry :)
Good luck!

Sat, June 18th, 2011 7:56am

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eeh...! its not very good. Even me myself knows that! im not good at writing short stories

Sun, June 19th, 2011 12:44am

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