"having perfected our disguise,
we spend our lives searching for
someone we don't fool."
( robert brault )
Ah! Converse! I slipped my mustard yellow Converse on with my red and white striped skirt, and white tee.
It's been a week since Harry and I went out. He's called twice, but I have yet to answer.
I like Harry. I really do. But, I don't like being played with. I don't like being broken.
Harry's a popstar. Why should I believe he'd go for a small town girl like me? He could have any beautiful girl he wanted. Heck he could even get one with boobs. Someone who doesn't have the body of a twelve year old boy.
When I look in the mirror, all I see are painful memories. Blonde hair like my moms. A few freckles here and there like my sisters. Brown eyes like my.. dads. When I look down, my moms turquoise rock hangs from my neck. Along with her wedding ring on my left hand.
Memories everywhere. It's like I can't escape my own mind.
Picnics at the park down the road from my house.
My parents cheering me on at my soccer games.
First day of schools.
Last day of schools.
Dinners at the local diner.
Finally I've had enough. I get up and run to the bathroom. Grabbing the bottle of pills I keep for someday, I take one last look in the mirror. One last look at all the memories.
- - - - - - - -
Harry's P O V
No calls. No texts. Nothing.
Not a single thing.
Is she avoiding me?
She can't be. I mean, she kissed me. Right? Or did I imagine that? No. She kissed me.
"One more time can't hurt." I mumble to myself.
I pick up my phone and dial her number. No answer.
Maybe she lost her phone?
Yeah that's probably it. She lost her phone. Of coarse! I should've thought of that sooner! She lost her phone.
I'll just walk over to her apartment then.
I grap a beanie and a jacket. I quickly slip on my boots, and rush out the door.
The walk to her apartment goes by fast. I guess it was more of a jog than a walk.
I take a look at myself in the glass door as I enter the lobby. Giving myself a quick wink, I start up the stairs.
Crying. Screaming. Glass shattering.
All coming from Burgon's apartment.
Quickly I run up to the door.
Pounding my fist I yell, "Burgon! Burgon! Are you alright? Open the door Burgon!"
The sobbing continues. I try the doorknob. It's locked.
"Burgon let me in!"
The crying stops. Something drops to the floor. Not a single sound could be heard.
What if something wrong?
I kick the door open harshly, and run to the bathroom.
Only to see, what I feared most.