Miele

Flora didn't wait for me…

She told me a while back that she was going to spend the summer with her friends, but she was leaving on a school day. Then a friend told me that we had that day off. That friend was wrong.

I was hoping she would wait for me. I thought she would wait for me… But she didn't. And now I am crying on my bed, wondering if she remembered any of her promises.

She promised to let me show her the garden I was growing all on my own. She promised to go to the park with me. She even promised to stay for dinner.

She must have forgotten them. Why would she do this to me if she hadn't?

Am I not important to her? Am I too old to be doing this?

I just don't know anymore.

I just don't know.

Dad is on a work trip for the rest of the week. Mom doesn't even know I am home, I am just alone with all of these thoughts and questions.

This probably isn't good for me.

This is the start of a long break off of school. I should be happy.

But I am not.

I am not happy.

I am hurt and angry and confused and,,, and,,, sad.

I am sad that she didn't say goodbye. I am sad that I didn't get a chance to talk to her and… to tell her I care.

It's too late now.

She is gone and I am here.

She is an adult now. She has things to do, and friends to see… She doesn't have time for me.

I know that if I expect things from her, I am just playing Russian roulette with my heart. I know this.

But I do it anyways.

I should never trust someone who is never here. I need to harden my heart and keep my head up. That is what I told myself the last time.

This has got to be the last time, it's just got to be… I can't take this pain anymore.

I wanted to see her laugh when I told happy stories. To see her smile at me. I wanted her to cry with me when I told her sad stories. I wanted her to hold me tightly and tell me it's okay.

But that isn't going to happen anymore.

I am almost an adult. She is an adult.

And it is too late to fix this.


I know this is pretty dreary compared to my other stories. But do you ever get a feeling so strong.. that you just don't know what to do with it?

I had that. And I didn't know what to do. So I began to write.

This was literally written while I was in the middle of a minor emotional break down, so sorry if it's crappy.

I just think that getting my emotions out of my system, even if it is anonymously through the internet, will do me some good.

Thanks for reading my BS

- EchowolfS