A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #7 Mindfulness and Meditation Task #2: Observe the Present Moment as it is: Write a story in first person present tense.
Word Count: 600
Warning: mentions of past self harm, some sexual themes
Golden cuffs and silvery chains
wrapped around our wrists,
leather cords that tighten and tie
pushing against the scars, against the scabs
I meet you on the corner, sneaking out of
the house again.
You've always said you know how to help me
know how to make it all disappear,
this is the first time I've ever had the courage
to take you up on that offer.
and we step out into the world ready to conquer.
My hair pulled high, a scarlet volcano spilling over my head
over my face, yours dark and loose, a small silver charm
glittering on the one small braid framing your face,
curls and waves fluttering against the movement
of our heads as we join the crowds.
Bright lights, everyone's made up,
ready for dancing, ready to forget their troubles.
The moon hangs heavy in the sky,
a brilliant white orb among a
splattering of tiny pinpricks of light.
There was no staying in tonight,
there was no saying no.
You and I both feel it, the need to move,
the need to bob and sway as the music
tries to drown out our sorrows.
Slipping into the club, we find solace in
each others arms.
We've both been there
for the same reasons
for different reasons
neither of us ever truly fit in,
neither of us truly belonged.
You the black sheep of your family,
not a brainwashed bigot, not afraid to speak your mind.
Me the only girl in a family of boys,
a daughter who nearly lost her soul, to never truly recover
Tonight is about us, tonight is about losing ourselves
in the music as you wrap your hands around my waist.
Let the beat throb though our veins,
let the rhythm push our problems from our minds.
Black jeans and a matching leather jacket,
a cranberry colored tank top and strappy tan heels
a flash of color, a flash of pop
on the dance floor as we pretend no one is watching.
We know what they're saying,
he's too old for her.
She's too young for him.
Is that her dad or her date?
One look in your eyes tells me you're thinking the same,
never one to pass on having a bit of fun at
someone else's expense,
wrapping my arms around you, I call you 'Daddy' for
the whole club to hear, we laugh as
it only adds to the confusion.
I press my lips against yours feeling
the shock, the chemistry I'd only dreamed of
ever feeling for myself.
Pulling back, our eyes meet and I can see you
feel the same, this feeling, a shock, a truth
and suddenly, our lips are each other again
a magnetic attraction, a need to be together,
as if our own souls know the truth.
we were never supposed to be together,
never supposed to find love in each others arms
but here we are, spinning on the floor,
the lights strobing around us
the music throbbing around us
for once no one knows us,
for once we're not our pasts.
Too old for me,I know they'll say
too you for you, I know they'll say
but age doesn't matter
we're both old enough to do as we please
at this point in our lives
and with a squeeze of my hand,
a touch of your tongue on my lips,
we slip from the club to
your bed, no longer feeling alone
no longer feeling the pain of a world
that doesn't seem to have a place for us
maybe, together is where we belong,
where we've always belonged.