Life Through The Eyes of Stacy

My head is spinning and my stomach hurts. I have reached out to a friend, well,at least someone who used to be my friend, to see if they will talk to me again. I have no doubt in my mind that they won't and yet  hope is still there. Like an annoying, little sunspot that I cannot blink away no matter what, hope is always there. I try to tell her to go away, to stop making my heart swell and my mind race but she has a mind of her own.And she has a plan. That plan is to make me believe in things like true love and honesty...Happiness and dreaming.Damn you Hope! And it distracts me from the truth. The truth that I might have never had a true place in my friend's heart or life as they had in mine. Hope tells me white lies, expressing her wishes for me with a sweet,sugary voice.She makes me almost believe that if I just explain my mind, if I just simply say the right words,my friend will finally see that I meant no harm and believe that I am not trying to bother them or even hurt t...

I knew with each breath I drew into my chest that I was breaking.The inhale brought such a burn to my throat.The air was heavy as it tried to reach my lungs and like a raindrop trying to plunge through an ocean,each breath was useless. I needed to get away and fast. He was outside the door waiting. His voice was deep, dark and mean. He was not holding back."Are you coming out or do I have to come in there?" His impatience was kicking his foot against the door.I could see the bottom of it bending in with each hard kick. "I'm coming, I'll be right there.Just please give me a minute!" I whined. Wow, the words were as hard to breathe out as the air was coming in. I wiped the tears off my cheeks,chin and  finally my eyes. I looked in the mirror. My irises usually hazel were now bright green, a characteristic trait of mine people noticed if they saw me cry,which wasn't often. My cheeks usually pale white were red and blotchy, my lips pale. I could see the br...

As I looked down at his picture held in my shaking hands the sun broke through the cracks of the blinds and streamed into the bedroom. I was laying on my side,holding my head up with my hand, the other hand swirling my finger near where his hair was. The sun's long fingers were bright to say the least and settled on his b lue /gray eyes. They were warm upon his kind,round face yet sad...His smirk curved at the corners of soft lips like he was holding back the thoughts of a joke no one else knew. Still even with that smirk his eyes were untouched. I wished I could kiss his eyes, move my lips along his eyelashes. I knew looking through the glass that I might never get to feel what his skin was like to touch or see his eyes looking back at me without a camera to catch his image.I wondered with a sigh what those full,soft-looking lips must feel like on mine and all over my body. I would never know these things but I knew something more important, something that even he d...