Post by Amber Craze James on Apr 1, 2013 21:36:51 GMT -5
Amber laid back on the roof of the Apollo cabin, looking t the stars. After attempting to eat a banana and having thrown it back up, she was a mess. She wished she had never bent over the toilet that first time. It hurt her to no end to know she would either have to tell someone or wait for death. She had retreated to the top of the Apollo cabin several hours before to cry, and now her hysterical yet semi-silent sobs filled the air around her. It was just breaking into April 2nd. Which meant she was sixteen. She had once read a quote... "At ten, she wanted to be a model. At thirteen, she wanted to be a doctor. At sixteen, she wanted to be dead." And she finally understood it.
The older you get, the taller you stand. The taller you stand, the harder you fall.
She rolled over, getting her thoughts under control and stifling her tears. Closing her eyes, she thought. About beauty. About the way the sun bounced off the glass panes of the Apollo cabin. About the stars crawling across the night sky like lights in the blackness. About the way she would hear the rain flapping of the water against the sand from the beach. About the crisp, calmness to the air. And finally, about all the beautiful people sleeping soundly at that moment, unaware to all the pain inhabiting Amber's heart, the seemingly happy girl that had been dead for longer than she had realized.
She felt weak, rolling over to look at the stars. And she suddenly smiled. It was okay. The aching in her chest could wait. People had bigger problems and things could have been worse. It was with these sluggish and prolonged thoughts that she slipped into a cold sleep, on hat roof on that cabin.
The older you get, the taller you stand. The taller you stand, the harder you fall.
She rolled over, getting her thoughts under control and stifling her tears. Closing her eyes, she thought. About beauty. About the way the sun bounced off the glass panes of the Apollo cabin. About the stars crawling across the night sky like lights in the blackness. About the way she would hear the rain flapping of the water against the sand from the beach. About the crisp, calmness to the air. And finally, about all the beautiful people sleeping soundly at that moment, unaware to all the pain inhabiting Amber's heart, the seemingly happy girl that had been dead for longer than she had realized.
She felt weak, rolling over to look at the stars. And she suddenly smiled. It was okay. The aching in her chest could wait. People had bigger problems and things could have been worse. It was with these sluggish and prolonged thoughts that she slipped into a cold sleep, on hat roof on that cabin.