(asteric) It's hard to wake up

When the shades have been pulled shut

This house is haunted

It's so pathetic

It makes no sense at all

I'm ripe with things to say

The words rot and fall away

What stupid poem Would fix this home-

id read it everyday

Brooke: a free spirited person, a beautiful, elegant woman, a fragile girl. So perfect right? Perfect hair, makeup, and boyfriend. Perfect everything, I guess that's why every girl wants to be her and every guy wants to date her. Can no one really see thru the red apple glossed smiles or the perfectly outline eyes?

She wraps one hand around a vanilla scented candle. The candle isn't too big. A good size, with a clean and brand new wick. She places the candle on a small glass plate so the wax wouldn't drip onto her desk. Her deep eyes look at the beautiful off-white candle. She picks up a box of matches and slides one out gracefully. A small match. She picks it up and with her other hand she picks up the box and glides the match against it. Nothing. She tries again. Nothing. She tries once more, this time faster and a little harder. Success. She places the flame above the wick and it lights, bright and beautiful. A gleaming light that shines in her eye and makes a reflection. She gently smiles at her perfect flame.

Just like Brooke. The flame is beautiful, elegant outside and warm inside. There's either nothing or everything.

She watched as a hot piece of melted wax ran down the side of the candle. There was no light in her room, and the night crept into the late hours of the night. The only noise of the already asleep house was Brookes breathing. A tear ran down Brooke's pure face. She placed her elbows on the smooth desk, which, the candle was on, and rested her tired head in her hands. She sighs and runs everything he said through her head.

Love. Scary as hell, something you cannot describe with words, only with heart. Brooke shielded herself from it all her life. Never letting her fall. Always running away when she felt she was sinking in. always scared, always made sure it would never catch her and make her fall, fore she knew that once you fall you cant get up. And now it happened. She fell in love. A sweet, passionate love. The one and only love she ever wants.

The house was quite and so was she as she took out a crumpled piece of paper and a newly sharpened pencil. She turned to face the clock which now read 2:30 am. And yet she couldn't go to sleep, not with knowing what had happened.

One the piece of paper she wrote:

Dear Lucas,

I am so sorry for what I did. When you said you loved me, it scared the shit out of me. I love you though. I'm sorry but I do. I'm in love with you Lucas. I've never been in love before and I'm just so scared of the possibility of you hurting me. But I guess that's what love is right? Giving someone the power to destroy you- but trusting them not to. But I love you... I love you so much.

Love always,
Brooke.

She folded the letter, put on her black jacket and walked out the door and down the cold, dark street... only lit by the darkened streetlights that had bugs swarming around it. She walked slowly yet swiftly. Her breath left small clouds as she exhaled and her shoes make little "pitter-patter" noises.

She reached Lucas's house and threw the note wrapped around a stone. It hit his window and landed on a small white balcony. She walked off as she herd him open the balcony door. She hair flew softly in the wind and fluttered over her beautiful face. She stopped for a moment and closed her eyes and imagined Lucas's arms around her, holding her, so closely that she knows that he will never hurt her, that she's finally safe and everything's ok. She loves him.

(asteric)Blink 182- "stay together for the kids."

Rating: PG 13 for language

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