Song of the Day: Lump Sum by Bon Iver
Hope you like it. The idea came to me while driving. Reviews would be lovely
Before Leah fell asleep at night, she would lay down in her bed for hours thinking and going over the day that she had. It was a routine, it was her life, and it was something that she never wanted to change. Leah would lay down in her bright blue polka dots sheets, with her arms behind her head and just stare for hours at the ceiling above. Harry once told her that mysteries are solved when you're not expecting them and that everything in life is worth fighting for only if you give yourself time. Leah still believed in those saying, but it was times like these that she wondered if her father was crazy. She felt like screaming into her pillow and letting endless tears flow because Leah already gave enough time to the world, she gave her mind away to the pack, she gave her heart away to the world, and she already gave her sanity and judgment away and she wondered when enough was enough. Tonight was no different from the rest. As Leah lay in her bed she imagined the dancing shadows from outside, would come in and consume her.
There were times, very rare times, that Leah was not the bitter bitch that everyone thought they knew. There were times a sparkle would shine in her eyes. It might have been little, and it might have lasted only a few seconds but it sparked like fire and it was a sight no one would want to miss. A few times Seth would make a joke and a small smile would play at her lips but it never grew wider, though nevertheless it reminded everyone that there was something inside of her that was still living compared to the walking dead that she is. There were times that instead of having the brick china wall surrounding her heart Leah would let loose and scream into the darkness, cry in the shadows, and laugh in the shining sun. Leah was beautiful when she let the living rise in her and she hated that she wouldn't couldn't let it out more.
On good days Leah would lie down in bed and dare that the shadows above to consume her. And on others, the days when the living was packed so far down in her, and she felt like cursing the whole world the shadows didn't even tip toe on her ceiling. But on days when everything was too much to bear, on days that she felt alone, defenseless, and vulnerable, her room glowed of darkness and dancing shadows. Underneath it all Leah could never convince herself that she hated the tree the projected the shadows in her room because when Leah came home and did not want to feel anything she would look up to her ceiling and know that at least something understood her in this fucked up messy world that we call home. The tree was her only friend and companion that she could rely on and she'd be damned of she let another thing she loved slip through her fingers, again.