I thought of this idea while listening to The End Where I Begin by The Script. I hope you enjoy!
Sometimes, tears say all there is to say
Sometimes, your first scars won't ever fade, away
Massie Block closed her tear-filled eyes and backed away from the scene. She needed to be alone for a while. Her tree, Branchy, stood tall when she got home. She placed a Katie & Kelly clad foot on a foothold and kept climbing until she reached the top. She could see over most of Westchester; the grounds below were her sub-ordinates, and she could stay above them. Why wasn't life like that? Why wasn't love like that? Why did there have to be times where you couldn't just rise above your problems? Her tears probably spoke her feelings to the crowd there. And, on her heart, the deepest, biggest scar hurt most of all.
How could he do such a thing to her? They had been together for so long; why did he want them to be over quickly? And she had been so foolish to think that he wouldn't do something like that again. The painful thing was that it was one of her best friends.
Tried to break my heart
Well, it's broke
Her heart felt like a thousand and one pieces on the floor, waiting to be swept up and probably thrown away. The first time that happened, she had hoped that it would be the last time, but, apparently, Fate had a cruel sense of love.
Tried to hang me high
Well, I'm choked
She felt like one of those people who were always being hanged: alone and dead. She heard her mother fretting about her inside the house, calling her name, screaming, crying. She did not mean to cause her stress, she really didn't, but she felt like an even more lifeless zombie. What good did it do if she crawled down from the tree and entered her house? She would be grounded – for making her mother stressed – and she would have to reply to so many IMs, too many for her to handle. Didn't they get it? She wanted to be alone, in her own worries and troubles.
Wanted rain on me
Well, I'm soaked
Soaked to the skin
The rain began falling, lightly at first, drizzling. Then, it became harder, heavier and more forceful. Thunder sounded in the background, and lightning was not far behind it. Remembering a few things from Science, she scrambled down the tree and into a small, underground cave she'd found for emergencies like these. Her hair was plastered to her face and she hugged her knees, trying to conserve body heat. She was so cold.
Should I make it into a multi-chapter fic? Tell me what you think :)
-Amika :) x
