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Always On Her Toes: Chapter Two
Chapter Two: Gouge Out My Eyes Why Don’t You? I told DJ of the news and she gasped. Tears filled her eyes. So she left to be with him. Bryce, I mean. Who else? I mean, it’s his sister. Ok, that was stupid. Uh, why do I talk so choppy? That’s not the point. Anyways, I was almost jealous, that’s how upset she was. So I was alone in my studio. I looked around me, at the mirror me’s in the walls. I saw a girl in way over her head. I didn’t see me, the dancer. So I walked to the stereo, taking my jacket off along the way. I needed to decide, instrumental or lyrical? I chose lyrical, for a challenge. I chose "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. I stood with my legs crossed, bent to the side, arm over my head. On the first note, I rose. Spreading my arms wide, I twirled. When I rose from the twirl I leaped into the air in a spiral. I allowed myself to crumple into a ball. I let myself lay all the way flat on my back; I made my torso rise first. I pretended to walk out the door in a moonwalk fashion. I danced for hours. By the time I was finished it was late, like 1 am. I walked down the street to my apartment. I walked up the stairs, my body tired. So I barely made it into my living room. I collapsed into my easy chair. I felt sleep coming on, but I wanted to know if Sierra was ok. I practically crawled to my kitchen. I got a Monster Energy drink out of my fridge. These were usually for the days that I had late interviews or Bryce when he stayed with me. So there was no harm in taking one to run to the hospital. I popped the top on it and sat with my back against the fridge door. I gingerly sipped the substance. The liquid burned my throat as it travelled into my stomach. I felt it spread from my core, almost like when you’re cold and you drink hot cocoa. I felt it spread into my arms, my legs. Warmth. With the Monster it was energy. I got up ten minutes later when I finished it.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans
How My First Love Is Still Ruining Everything. Top Story - June 2017.
I remember everything about the very first moment I saw him -- really saw him. We had been in the same class all year, but for some reason, on that particular afternoon I looked over my left shoulder to the back row of the lecture hall, and my gaze automatically landed on him. Even though this was years ago now, I can still see the sparkle in his eyes as he laughed with the guys next to him. His dimples accentuated, his forearms resting on the desk in front of him with his checkered button-down shirt sleeves just slightly rolled up. "He is cute," was the only thought in my mind. Too cute for me. It wasn't until months later that we actually spoke, but I always go back to that very first moment purely for its tranquility. Before the pain, before the chaos, before the hurricane that we became.
By Brooklyn Hughes9 years ago in Humans
Let Go.
The day I met you, I knew I would need you in my life. But I also knew I wasn't ready to let go of my previous scar, the wound was still healing and I knew I had to mend it myself, without any help, especially not your help. So I waited. And I waited in vain. It's been a while and in that while, I learned to heal and I learned to leave you behind. But I have to admit that I was scared of seeing you again because I knew my scar would glow again once my eyes would lay on you. So I tried to be distant, but it was inevitable: I saw you again and you smiled. And that's when I decided that I want to see that smile for the rest of my life. Your smile slowly became the reason of mine; and that's where I went wrong. For the first time, I admit I was wrong. I wanted you to hold my hand but we both weren't ready. So I chose to take it slowly and slow down my pace, I took smaller steps. But I lost. Now, once again, my fear came to life. I don't want to let go, even though I know I have to. I've never praised the Lord, but I swear that every night I look at the Moon and think of you; I look at the Moon and ask to protect me from what I want, what I need. I ask the Moon to protect me from my heart and the love it feels towards you. But I need to be protected from myself first, because I am the one who decided to look your way. I am the one who decided your smile will be my happiness. I am the one who went wrong and I am the one who needs to let go, even if I feel like I can't. And I don't think I will ever be able to. I look at you and all I can think about is how much I want to be next to you, how much I want to kiss you lips. But I never think of letting go. It's because I don't want to.
By Eva Beatrice9 years ago in Humans
Love Was No Easy Thing
Things were happening, at last, and living was so much better than dreaming. Gil was about five years older than me, which was a lot considering that I was still a teenager, but he was a loner, like me, some kind of precocious philosopher who couldn’t relate to anybody, and we had found each other, which made me ever so happy.
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans
Rules for a Casual Relationship
Relationships can get sticky, and to a point, all relationships seem to have some kind of drama risk associated with them. But, some kinds of relationships seem to get messier than others. Casual relationships, for example, tend to have a lot of problems in them — and often result in ugly, nasty blowups.
By Mackenzie Z. Kennedy9 years ago in Humans
Always On Her Toes: Chapter 1
Dance, Karli, you’re depending on this show, I thought. I sighed, waiting for the music. I was dancing Lyrical today. The song was Dancing Queen by ABBA. It was seventies week this week, so I went with Lyrical. Lyrical was sometimes really easy and sometimes really hard. I’d contemplated not dancing, but if I was absent without an excuse, I’d be kicked out of my Dance School. If I didn’t dance, my PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) would kick back in. That surely wouldn’t be a good thing. Winding up in the loony bin is NEVER a good thing.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans
Why Women Aren't Attracted to Nice Guys
As a relationship writer, I get a lot of questions about love from just about everyone. I get questions from married men, single women, people in almost-relationships, and more. I've heard scandals, stories, and more confessions than I know what to do with. Such is the life of a love writer, I suppose.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart9 years ago in Humans
