this is really short but it's just getting the story started {written from joys point of view}
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
to some fortune that I should have found by now
Cough Syrup, Young the Giant
Joy sat on her bed, alone in the room with her head buried in her knees, her phone constantly buzzing with messages but she ignored them all, nobody had seen her after the play so they were all worried.
"Joy," a voice echoed from the door "Are you in here?" the door swung open and Mara was standing there, Joy quickly wiped the tears from her eyes before turning to look at Mara. "Are you alright Joy?" she asked "no one has seen you and we were all worried"
"Yeah Mara" Joy sighed "I'm just tired, that's all"
"I'll just leave you then" Mara replied smiling, Joy forced a smile and waited until the footsteps trotting down the stairs had gone before bursting into tears. She was tired, she hadn't made that up, but that obviously wasn't the sole reason.
She looked up and saw all of the letters and photographs from Jerome that she had pinned to her notice board and quickly turned her head away so she didn't need to relive the best days of her life, spent with the person she loved. All she wanted now was to be with him again, he made her feel better about herself and now she was really feeling the opposite, it was as if someone had come and sucked all of the happiness and confidence out of her, leaving her with an empty shell, that was refilling, but refilling with negative perspectives and twisted images, this was not the way that Joy should be.
thanks for reading, feel free to review if you liked it :)