megwellread
I looked up, his eyes seemed grim. My face turned red and I turned to notice the crowd of people staring in awe and entertainment. He knew what he had done. He should have felt proud and strong considering the circumstances, but a hint of remorse scarred his face. It was a trap, and I was the unlucky tenant.
All of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks. The epiphany I had long awaited and searched for. It blew my mind that it took so long to appreciate such a simple thought; I was a good person, and I liked who I was. And that was it. That was my epiphany. My big "oh my god!" moment. And I was okay with that.
The town was nothing but rubble now. Pieces of wood, concrete, metal, and all other materials all throughout the streets. Where could this piece have come from? That building, or that one. The destruction was heartbreaking, and I was devastated that my city was ruined. But the worst part was that I was completely alone.
*beep-bloop-beep* "We're here," he said in his monotonous voice as I stepped from the chrome doors. That was the way to get around these days. Transporting. Weird right? I guess it was expected, though, what with the iPods and cell phones and what not becoming obsolete, some new, great technology had to introduce itself sooner or later. Now I click one button and I hear some sounds and then boom! There I am. What the hell has the world come to?
I sit silently and muse, sweat dripping down my forehead stinging my eyes. I wipe it away with my big coat jacket. Why am I sweating when it's freezing out here and everything underneath my jacket is almost icy? Because the words coming out of the headphones are haunting me, and I can't help but sweat the guilt out until I hear my name.
I hear the rain pitter-patter on the roof of my summer home, the thunder crashing and the lightning strike. I feel uncomfortable, lonely, and out of place. I'm worried that Jack won't make it back from the grocery store safely, and I'll be left here alone indefinitely. It's raining harder now, and I'm pacing the living room. My phone begins to ring, I pick it up, and I can't believe what I've heard.
I fell ill. Suddenly everything felt like it was done. I was done. My world was done. But the day you got off that plane and game back to me, I got better. Now everything's new and exciting. You are my savior. I will forever be in your debt. I love you.
I took the ticket from the woman's hand and continued on towards the rides, games, and fun that awaited me. I had looked forward to this day all year; the day I got to return to the Seaside Boardwalk. And finally... that day had come.
It smelled beautiful in that violet room. I didn't know what it was and I didn't plan to figure out. I just always loved the smell. I would sit in there for hours and just breathe. Then I remembered life was still out there and it was time to do something productive. Mom would tell me to get a job or a career or go to college. She was drunk, of course, and didn't realize I was only ten.
Violent. I wasn't really a word to describe any part of my life... at all. I was living happy. That is, until my parents divorced and my mother began dating. Her new husband, and my new "step-father" has filled my life with nothing but violence. Not only violence, but secrecy. What do you think? That I can tell my friends what the bruises are really from? No. I wouldn't. Instead, they think I'm just clumsy.
load more entries
writing since 2011 · 18 entries · 17 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Meg showed up.
5longest streak
17days written
0.1entries / week
the words Meg reaches for
nowaloneroomdonefellhearcrazyweirdbelievedrippinglightsimpleheardcompletelylivingviolence