Storm Surge
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Chapter Two: Smile When Your Heart is Breaking
It's been two months since the incident with Save the Citizen. I haven't participated since. I really don't have a clue as to what the fuck is the matter with me! I want Warren to really, truly notice me so bad, but when it happens I wish it didn't. It reminds me of how, in the seventh grade, we talked about parts of a story line and stuff. The part I remember best was Conflict. There are two types, internal and external. Internal conflict is also known as man vs. man, man vs. self, (They can both mean the same thing!) a conflict within the character's own mind. A perfect example of that is the narrator in Edgar Allen Poe's, "The Tell-Tale Heart." I sort of feel that way myself, however, I don't feel like committing murder because I'm schizophrenic, and the voices told me to.
What I'm meaning to say is that I'm going through a classic case of Internal Conflict, the famous man VS man, man against himself. My mind is in turmoil, it can't figure out what it wants. I'm so confused, and lost, and I don't have a clue as to what I'm supposed to do here!
One minute, I want Warren so badly to love me! I want him to turn his back on Crystal and never ever glance over his shoulder, not once. This half of me tells me to get his attention, make him fall in love. The other half tells me I don't have a chance. It says that I should just go on being the Shadow Girl that I am, that I know how to be. This half of me recites the lines of that song; I forget what it's called. Smile, maybe?
Smile, when you're heart is aching,
Smile… even though it's breaking…
To do anything else would be pointless, foolish, and destroy me inside.
It's like I have schizophrenia or something, I don't know. Maybe it's my conscious? God only knows. I'm just so tired of arguing with myself.
I hate going to school. Well, at least, I hate going to superhero school. I guess I miss just being normal, back before I got my powers. I liked learning about the American Revolution and I always liked Science. Science captivated me, you know? I was always ahead in that class. Now, I take a whole bunch of shit with rays and who knows what else for Science.
I should be thankful to be 'blessed' with powers, but I suppose I'm not really grateful at all. I think of them as more of a curse. I want to grow up and be, I don't know, normal maybe?
Eurgh, enough of that.
I woke up this morning with an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I kind of sat there, meditating on it. But then I decided I was probably just hungry and proceeded to stuff myself with pancakes. Drew thought it was hilarious because I had syrup dripping on my chin. Well Drew, have you looked in the mirror lately? I hate my brothers. They are the single most evil beings to ever inhabit planet earth, I swear.
I went out to the bus stop late. I almost missed it, but Charlie told the driver to stop and let me on. I love Charlie, he's so cool. He saved me a seat too, just like every day! Wasn't that nice of him. The ride to school was boring, as usual. But today I had my CD player.
She kisses everyone goodbye
And waves her middle finger high
They're never gonna mess with her again
The drama queen is seventeen
And sleeping with the boys for free
She's got a reputation of being easy
Every time they put her down
She makes a fist and tears roll down
She packs her bags and plans to run away
She's saying goodbye
And leaving tonight
She's wasted all her lonely teardrops
She's saying goodbye
And leaving tonight
She's used up all her lonely teardrops now
She thinks about herself
And cares about nobody else
Because the only friends she has all put her down
They hate her when she's beautiful
And even more when she's a fool
They talk behind her back when it's her birthday
Every time they put her down
She makes a fist and tears roll down
She packs her bags and plans to run away
And every time she makes a friend
The viscous cycle starts again
She's never, ever, ever looking back
She's saying goodbye
And leaving tonight
She's wasted all her lonely teardrops
She's saying goodbye
And leaving tonight
She's used up all her lonely teardrops now
She's saying goodbye
She's wasted all her lonely teardrops
She's saying goodbye
She's used up all her lonely teardrops now
Every time they put her down
She makes a fist and tears roll down
She packs her bags and plans to run away from here
And every time she makes a friend
The viscous cycle starts again
She's never, ever, ever looking back
She's saying goodbye
And leaving tonight
She's wasted all her lonely teardrops
She's saying goodbye
And leaving tonight
She's used up her lonely teardrops now
She's wasted all her lonely teardrops now... (1)
The song stopped just as the bus pulled up at school. I jumped out, and headed up the steps. Our bus was a little late because of me, and the first bell had already rung. I raced to my locker, and luck would have it, all of my things fell right out. I groaned, frustrated, and bent to the floor. I was trying to balance all of my things on my knee when a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed it for me. It was Lash, what a surprise.
I tried to push him away, but he was insistent. Sighing, I let him carry my things to my class. He actually seemed like a gentleman. Just before I walked into Mr. Boy's class, he handed me a folded up slip of paper. I took it, shrugging, and took my seat. While we listened to announcements, I read it.
Senka,
Tonight there's this party at Stronghold's house, this time his parent's actually consented. I'm inviting you, because you'll get invited anyway. (Since you're that guinea pig's friend)
-Lash
It was short, but beneath it laid a message that he'd been sending me forever. "ill you go out with me? Please reconsider." I'm so tired of it, he doesn't get it.
…
I guess I'll go to the party. What harm could it do?
Later That Night
I stood in front of my mirror, my confidence wavering even more than usual. I never really liked parties, and I'm not very social when it comes to them. It took me hours to decide what to wear, with hours of Drew and Brad teasing me about it.
In the end, I opted for a halter top that has shades of purple (dark at the top and fading lighter at the bottom) with a pair of stonewashed jeans and Chuck's. My make-up was simple. I had a light purple eyeshadow, minimal amounts of eyeliner, and sheer lip-gloss. I was so nervous I was practically shaking. I hitched a ride with Brad, who was heading to work for the late shift.
"Have fun, my little shadow!" he teased as his car pulled off. Even though he couldn't see me, I stuck my tongue out at him. I turned to face the Stronghold house. Music vibrated the air outside the house, and lights danced from within the windows. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to the door. Before it opened, a smiling girl opened the door.
"I knew you were there!" she said, pointing to her third eye. "Second sight, you know."
I nodded unsurely, and walked inside. I was there for nearly five minutes before Lash noticed me. He brought me over a cup of punch, and I took it gratefully.
"So you decided to come." He observed.
"Thank you Captain Obvious." I replied snarkly. (A/N: Is that even a word?)
He laughed, and walked away. I carefully sipped my punch, and it tasted amazing. I went back for more.
After an hour or so, and God knows how much punch, I was drunk. Surprise, surprise, somebody spikes Will's punch. So, like I said, I was shit-faced. I was clumsily walking around when I bumped into Lash, literally.
"Whoa there!" he exclaimed, taking my hands. "Slow down, partner."
"Stop Lash!" I struggled against his arm. "Let me go!"
He gave me a surprised look, and let go. I looked him in the eyes, and saw sincerity. He was actually trying to be nice. He was actually kind of caring. That caught me off guard.
I'm not exactly sure what happened next, but I do remember going upstairs with Lash. I guess we started kissing, and I remember wanting to feel wanted so bad. The past couple months have not been the easiest, but they have been some of the loneliest. I kissed him with a longing that my heart ached for… the longing for love.
One thing led to another and, before I knew it, we were in the bed. You can guess what happened next. Afterwards, I stumbled out of the house and down to the paper lantern. I had sobered up a bit, and the reality of what I had done hit me full force, smack in the face. I was utterly disgusted with myself.
What I couldn't get over was why I hadn't said no. Was I really that pathetic? Apparently I was really that pathetic. But the thing was, I never really said yes either.
I wasn't able to confront my own family at the moment, so I walked into a restaurant full of strangers. Since it was late, there were only a few people. I took a booth in the back of the room and moaned, putting my head in my hands.
What had I done?
Tears began to slip unbidden down my face. They were salty and hot, and I could taste them. Soon, a boy came to my table with a bucket full of dishes.
"Senka?" he asked slowly, as if he didn't believe it was me. "Senka Poe?"
I looked up, and to my utter disbelief, it was Warren Peace. The Warren Peace.
"What do you want!" I snapped, my voice breaking. He took a seat across from me, concern written all over his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
With a sigh, I told him my story. Every painful detail. Through pain, tears, and even hair being tugged on violently in shame, he listened.
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So that was Chapter Two! I hope you all liked it. And don't forget, KEVAN HEARTS REVIEWS!
Chapter Three: What A Tangeled Web We Weave
Due: December 3rd
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