the story

this page was created to give an account of maybe real, maybe imaginary people and/or events written for entertainment... enjoy! 

 the shadow captured her mid-emotion and assumed it knew her true feeling...

the never ending story

-Amanda

Friday, March 14, 2014

she studied her face in the mirror. jumping from feature to feature. top to bottom, left to right. a daily ritual. was she looking for something? was she looking for someone? would she ever find it?

she engaged in a blinking contest with a pair of brown eyes that she once believed were amazing. but they’ve seen things. things they never should have never seen, which lead to things she should have never felt.

these eyes have aged faster than the rest of her. they were still big and bright, but that took work now. life has happened. she knows what everyone will tell her, “hey, it happened, that’s life, move on.” or “look, if you want to be happy than just be happy.” and “if you want to be sad and depressed, go do it somewhere else.” she snaps out of the thought. back to her eyes. they start to tear up.

she has to reschedule the water show that has been building for months, nay, years. there is no time for that. people need her. to go, to do, to help, to know. to just know. she doesn’t expect a return. she learned very early not to. she also learned not to have any expectations, low or high. no one understands them and no one cares.

she submerges a cloth in cold water, wrings it, closes her eyes and applies the cloth to her lids. this is accompanied by a small prayer that this act will decrease the vague puffs under her eyes. after a few pats she has to go. she applies a layer of lipstick. grabs her sunglasses. they provide shelter from the elements. and the ability to fulfill the fantasy of invisibility.