I've Been Looking Back · 11:30am Apr 10th, 2017

I know they always say "never look back" and all that but I thought I would. I ended up finding a mini story that I wrote all about one boy. Actually I think it was split up into two parts, but, t was all because he cheated on me. I remembered the feeling when I was reading it, how much it felt like I was on fire. Cause, I like to think, that was the first time I ever fell in love. Now there's a lot of definitions of that but I think when I fell for this one I fell hard, face first and everything..
Here's the first one:
"Jump!"
She quickly runs and makes a large leap,
She extends her hand towards the boy with charcoal hair.
Their finger tips slide by each other,
Her eyes slowly open and she screams his name.
He tries to lean down further but by the time his reflex kicked in at full force,
It was too late.
She went down,
Down,
Down.
Deep into a black storm.
She hears screams,
Her own crying...
Suddenly she hits a hard ground made of dirt.
She stands up quietly and hears a piano,
Her head spins around till her eyes land on the old rustic piano.
It slowly hits the notes.
A..
E..
C..
A..
The notes slowly go down,
As if it's ghost musician is playing in sorrow.
A bright light shines behind her,
She slowly turns around,
Her eyes become wide.
The picture that lay in front of her makes her tremble to almost nothing.
The boy of hazel eyes,
Intimately holding another.
Her lip shakes and her eyes glass over,
She tries to grab him from the picture but it doesn't work,
She tries to break it but there was no crack to be seen.
She screams a horrid no as she begins to make a waterfall..
A door is heard,
Slowly creaking open,
And the piano hits a harsh off key note.
The girl slowly extends her hand to the door,
A hand suddenly grabs her and pulls her though.
"Welcome back Little One, we've missed you."
Her hearty starts to beat quickly,
She makes a run for it.
"I don't think so~"
It's ghostly black tentacle like arm goes after her.
The girl runs and runs but her speed is no match for its.
It pulls her down to the ground with a violent hit,
Her eye sight goes blurry and the boy of hazel and the other stand in front of her.
She tries to lift her hand for him,
But he shows no acknowledgement of her existence.
The black arm wraps around her right ankle and starts to quickly pull her away,
She screams for help,
But by then,
The darkness consumed her once more.

Yeah..... here's the second one...!
Her fists slowly curl into a ball,
Looking at the vast tree that stands tall in front of her.
The fog slowly surrounded her,
As if they were trying to shield her from what was to come,
But she put out her hand,
Lightly touching the tree's trunk.
She slowly closes her eyes,
A surge of light and power slowly moves through her.
The golden ray travels to the ruff clothing of the tree,
Expanding its power till,
Suddenly,
The girl passes out.
She wakes up to an alerting cry of help.
Quickly,
She rises and looks around,
Noticing she's in a field full of hills and trees covered in layers and layers of white.
She shakes her head lightly ignoring its familiarity and ran after the cries.
They got louder and louder till she stopped,
Dead in her tracks,
A willow tree gave off a bright golden light.
She slowly walks up to the tree,
Taking all caution to her padded steps.
She looks under its warm leaves to see a little girl of gold hair crying over something.
The closer she got the more she realized,
There was a small rabbit covered in a sickening crimson red.
She reverted her eyes and continued to look around at the grand willow.
There were just pages and pages of withered and old stories,
Of what the girl assumed,
The little one's life.
As she read them it all seemed so familiar,
The rabbit,
Willow,
Snow,
Stories..
They all felt like things that had happened to her before,
But she didn't know how to explain it.
A winter wonderland like this?
She's never seen anything like this.
The little girl starts to quietly weep,
Not paying attention to the intruder whom invaded her things,
She grabbed a picture and threw it right through the other.
To the little girl,
The older girl wasn't there.
She turned slowly and looked at the picture,
Suddenly,
Everything came back to her.
The make believe world she made as a child to keep her fondest memories safe in.
The forest of nightmares wasn't too far from the willow,
The hole she fell in was in the heart of the woods,
The glassed pond that showed her everything,
And the willow held her best memories.
She remembers the puff ball who convinced her to follow it with a simple look.
Where the fluffy animal took her to be face to face with the boy of hazel eyes and charcoal hair..
This is where everything began and came to a sudden end.
She quickly turned around to see a bright red poppy,
Her name,
Along with the boy of hazel eyes's name,
Laid beautifully,
But what was beautiful soon turned horrifying.
It was a head stone for two,
Like a never ending relationship of love.
A sudden voice chimes in,
A ghost of a child,
She giggles softly and sighs,
"We were such fools,
But now that we are both dead,
Will you finally play with me?"
W-Who are you?
"If you're asking me that,
You'd be asking yourself the same question."
Okay...
Well I'm not dead.
"Why indeed you are..
Aren't you curious why you suddenly have all the time in the world to play?
Remember when daddy wouldn't play our games,
So we had to play his instead?"
Y-Yes..
"Now we can play whatever games we want,
Daddy isn't here to stop us from playing house."
House?
"Yeah,
House.
Where we'd take the boy of hazel and we'd be a happy couple with a little kid.
Remember that?
Oh!
Remember when we burned the dinner when we played house?"
The little ghost got closer to the girl,
Making her run backwards into the tree.
"Do we live happily ever after with the boy made of hazel like we dreamed?"
N-No...
We get the boy made of ocean blue.
"Oh....what happened to the boy of hazel?"
I...
I don't know..
I'm drawing blanks..
"Uh-oh, it's happening again.."
What's happening?
"You're losing contact with this world...
You'll be gone forever again..
All I wanted to do is play..
Daddy never let us play..
Promise to play with me tomorrow.."
I promise..
"You're my best-"
Suddenly,
The little ghost vanishes and everything goes black.

Obviously I didn't take it very well... but yup.. anyways I just felt like I should make a blog on it. I know people are gonna be like "drama" but in fact the poems this is all about isn't even a briny or on this website. It's just I know other people go through stuff like this and I just wanted them to know they're not alone. Plus... I was told it'd be a good idea to share my mini stories..
Have a good day

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