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A Scene I See in My Head



There's somebody having a shower, the sun is coming in through a slightly open window showing a misty room a fogged up mirror and a bath tub with a shower curtain pulled across it. I can hear the water going down the drain with a slight gurgle, the door is closed. All of a sudden the door opens with an almighty crash banging against the wall and back into the boy who is standing in the now open doorway panting. He looks to be in his mid teens by his physical appearance, but there's something about the way his piercing blue eyes reach down into your soul that is unnerving. The boy's appearance is most shocking though. He has on a pair of old blue denim jeans that are slightly frayed around the knees and a black singlet that shows off his muscular tanned arms. His clothes are all blood splattered and his face is a mask of crimson red, his sandy hair all standing up from the blood that was running through it. He has a cut lip, black eye and his knuckles are red from hitting something or someone.
"Get out of the shower" he commands his voice portraying his mental age that his physical appearance disputes,
"I have to wash my hair," A girl complains sounding about the same age as he looks,
"Well be quick about it because I think I got tailed and I need to wash off the blood,"
"Jimmy," the girl complains again, "not another fight? You promised,"
"Look, they jumped me. Now get out of the shower so I can get in, make sure you get the baseball bat out of the garage,"
"Alright," the girl sighs, "but get me a towel from behind the door that you just slammed into the wall." The boy, Jimmy does as he is asked and as the girl gets out of the shower she gasps,
"They got you good Jimmy," She exclaims as he takes off his shirt she gasps again seeing the already purple blotches on his stomach and then in her modesty she turns around and faces the window as he takes off his pants,
"Are you going to be okay?" She asks and she gets a grunt in return.

Broken

I knew this girl, she was absolutely beautiful. Her name was Lucy. The last time I saw her it was a beautiful day in spring. There were clear blue skies and not a cloud to be seen. The birds were all joyously calling in the green trees. The homely smell of freshly mown grass and the gentle fragrance of the foxgloves in the garden next to me lingered in the air. All were deceptively cheerful masking the immense pain I was about to feel.

I saw Lucy walking towards me, her long dark brown hair, blowing across her forehead was wavy and flowed down to the middle of her back. She had on a horizontally striped grey and black long sleeved top that fitted snuggly around her thin figure, to go with it she had bright red skinny jeans which hugged her legs and creased around her knees. Her eyes, though they were her best feature, and the most unique. They were both different colours, her left eye was brown with flecks of hazel around her pupil the other was a peaceful green that shone slightly gold in the sunlight. I loved her eyes; I could have sat there for hours just gazing into them when she was sad happy or angry, I always managed to lose myself in them.

I smiled as I saw her walking towards me on the peaceful street but that quickly slipped of my face to be replaced with a worried frown when I saw her face in all its seriousness, her normal smiling eyes hard and determined. I somehow knew what she was going to say before she did like a sixth sence.
“I’m breaking up with you,” The five words that can ruin your life, Even though I knew it was coming, it still shocked me,
“Why?” I asked softly my voice cracking slightly,
“Don’t worry” she said looking away “You don’t want to know,”
“How do you know what I do or don’t want?” I retorted manning up slightly,
“Asher, I’ve been dating you for one year. I went on school camp with you and despite the teachers being annoying we managed to sleep in the same bunkroom together by ourselves, now don’t tell me that I don’t know you after all the stuff that we have been through.” She snapped. I took a step back; I’d never seen her do that,
“Lucy, I want to know why,” I said quietly a small threat in my voice,
“Just leave it!” she said raising her normally soft and velvety voice, turning it into something harsh and totally unlike what I was used to.
“No! Just bloody tell me!” I raised my voice to match hers, she looked down and despite the circumstances I managed to feel a certain triumph over her,
“…Its…well…” She trailed off, I waited for her to carry on,
“There’s someone else,” she said in a big rush, and I finally understood the expression ‘heartbroken’ I actually felt a pain in my chest and with every beat of my heart it got a little worse. It was as if someone else was using my body when I asked,
“Who?”
“You don’t want to know,”
“You said that before. Who?”
“Dylan,” now it just got worse amid the pain of what Lucy was doing there was betrayal, Dylan my best friend!
“I’m sorry,” she said but I didn’t really hear her, “I’ll always be your friend Asher, always but now I have to go. Don’t do anything overly stupid.” I wanted to scream at her, to tell her that she was making the wrong decision that she shouldn’t go with him, that whatever I did I wouldn’t do again; but instead I just said
“Okay.” She said goodbye to me but I didn’t respond. I started to walk home in a daze. Not paying full attention to where I was going but just walking, I saw memories everywhere of Lucy and I, over by that house; I asked her out. By that tree, where we first kissed. Every place a memory, all sad and all reminding me of her, I didn’t want to think her name it hurt too much. Every second seemed like an eternity, every step a month every driveway a year. I walked into my house opening the front door; kissing her goodbye when her parents came to pick her up on night. I walked into the kitchen; making her breakfast and burning the toast. Down the hallway, I looked out the window; lying down outside one night hand in hand looking at the stars. Passing the spare room; her mum had kicked her out and she had stayed the night at our house and I had herd her crying in the night; going in to comfort her and falling asleep in each others arms. Finally I reached my bedroom…I jumped on my single bed with its familiar duvet cover and buried my face into my pillow. Through the murky fog of pain I knew that one day perhaps not tomorrow or the next day, or maybe even in a year it would get better, one day, if only I held on to the thought of it getting better.

this is based on a true story that happened to me the charactors have different names and appearances as well as the place.

Dragging Me In

I saw light, As I looked into her eyes,

They were like deep brown pools,

Dragging me in,

Me in,

My brain exploded,

My head imploded,

As her two pools were,

Dragging me in,

Me in,

Her pale pale skin,

Shimmering in the moonlight,

Almost translucent,

As her two pools were,

Dragging me in,

Me in,

I’m losing my head,

It needs to be read,

Her two pools are,

Dragging me in,

Me in.

I wrote this at 0300 hours one morning on a school night. I wasn't feeling the best when I got up to go to school the next day I can tell you that lol.