watching the clouds
as told by everest
The next day, we brought you to social services. I didn't want to. I really didn't. Every bone and nerve in me was telling me that we shouldn't, but I knew you couldn't stay with us forever, no matter how badly I wanted you to.
I wanted to wrap my arms around you as we drove there. I wanted you to rest your head on my shoulder like you always did. I wanted us to be happy like we always seemed to be. But instead, you stared out through your window, watching the clouds, and I watched you like you were the clouds.
You were scared. Not of anyone or anything, not of where you were going. You were scared of yourself. You didn't want me to touch you, or compliment you, or feel towards you. You felt like you were some sort of monster that would destroy everything in its path. I couldn't comprehend how you could see yourself in such a way, but our minds are crazy, evil things. Sometimes the voices that echo in your skull are too loud to hear anything else.
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Laughter Lines
Romance"Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines." a boy. a girl. you know the rest. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and fifteen.
