Fanfic to a walk to remember Note to reader: I am in no way affiliated with ' a walk to remember', the makers of it, or anything.
[asteric] I don't mind spending everyday,
Out on your corner in the pouring rain,
Look for the girl with the broken smile,
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile,
And she will be loved.
Prolog: She has long hair. Long blonde hair that she plays with when she gets nervous. She wraps a piece around her finger and pulls. The blonde high lights stretched as the hair falls away from her finger. Her eyes are deep and it seems like they never end. There beautiful- be she will never let you look in them. She will never let you see her cry. She cries every night. She buries her face in her dark blue pillow and cries until she falls asleep, into a deep sleep. Her broken smile is what she shows everyone. She smiles and hides everything behind her smile. She hides her hurt, her tears, her screams, everyday, and just one broken smile.
She walks down the hall alone. She hugs her books tight to her chest, and takes in a deep breath. Thoughts in her head spin around in circles and always end up right back to where they stared. Death. Fear. Pain. Jamie just can't seem to get it out of her head. She is so alone all the time. Even her dreams are lonely. There's never anyone in them, just her. Every morning she wakes up thinking "Another day". She wakes up and puts on her eyeliner. Slowly and carefully watching the thin black line around her eye. She never leaves without her eyeliner, and it always has to be perfect. No one must look in her eyes. No one. The black line protects her- as she believes- if no one sees her eyes no one will see her pain. That's where she hides it. Her eyes. Her deep puddles of blue hazy eyes that fly around- it's a safe. The safe only she unlocks when no one is around. The safe hides everything, her tears, and her blood.
That day on the bus while sitting alone in her seat, she presses against the side of the bus and looks out the window to the water flowing down the side of the window. She hummed a song to her self while watching every droplet of water fall down the window. It reminded her of tears and sent her back to her memories. She remembered the day her mom died.
"Mommy" Jamie said to her mom. Jamie was only 7 years old when her mom had died of a disease. She had short light brown hair. Straight. Her hair was always straight. "What baby?" her mom said calmly, while touching the side of Jamie's face and stroking her hair. "What am I going to do without you?" Jamie cried to her mom while a single tear streamed down her face. "Whenever you need to know what to do, close your eyes. Ill show you what to do. You'll always have me with you hunny. In your heart ill always be there. You're my baby girl. You know soon you'll be in second grade. I'm so proud of you. You're such a beautiful girl. Don't you ever let anyone tell you how to act, dress, or be. You're a good girl with a good heart. You will always know what to do. You wont need my help. You have so much intuition. After second grade then your will be preparing for middle school and high school, college, then marriage. Ill always be with you, everyday, every moment, every speech you have to make, on your wedding day- standing next to you, your first boyfriend, your first kiss, ill be there, ill be there smiling. Always remember- I love you so much baby. You're my life. You're my everything" Jamie's mom said with soft tears streaming down her face slowly. Jamie looked into her mom's eyes and saw all her pain and says, "I love you mommy... I love you so much". Next thing Jamie remembers is her dad waking her up at 2 in the morning with his hand on her forehead pushing her hair out of her face saying, "she's gone" while crying.
Now Jamie watches the water flow down the side of the window. She wishes that someone would sit with her and just say hi. She thinks to herself that she is hopeless. Everything around her turns blurry and dark. She begins to cry while she hears faint laughter in the background. She knows that once again she's the center of all their obsession. The center of there "laughter", and she hates it. Dark thoughts begin to enter her mind. She knocks them out immediately. The bus comes to a stop and she slowly stands up. One foot in front of another she walks off and into her house and up the stairs to her room. She cries while doing her homework as tears drop down onto the paper and wrinkle it. She thinks to herself. How can she make it all better? How can she make herself happy?
asteric: maroon 5 "she will be loved"