Thursday, August 23, 2007

   Magnolia and a cold...
*Sings along to Mometum by the Hush Sound* So i'm sick with this cold/throat/nose/ache type thing...*passes out* So school is..interesting if not some sick joke to drive me utterly insane...so for our entertainment i shall write a short story...so here it goes:

I kept walking, staring at my long, narrow feet as i did. I had nothing to say. I was a mountain in a foriegn land far away. I was consumed by confusing thoughts. Pure and innocent sadness with wet, ocean like tears. Anger with ferocity so concentrated it ran through me like fire and sand. My own voice drowned out by the echo of the shattering message replaying in my head. Normally i would never get so caught up in stuff like this but somehow the obsession had come and swallowed me whole. I felt like that song that goes slow and melancoley in the begining then rushes to a cresendo and closes with a bittersweet note that leaves an awkward after taste on the tongue. I reflected back on my day again to trace the sources of the said "conflict". It had started with Milo accusing me of being "untrue" to myself and only doing what would make others happy. He had said, "Sophi, I can't understand why you never listen to what I say. Your happiness is the only thing that concerns me. Why can't you just say whats on your mind. You only live to please others and until you gather yourself back together, I can't be here." Sure i loved to make others happy because it made me happy in turn. But he was gone until i had got it together. But his leaving had left me more broken than i was. The truth was he wasn't "leaving" the school, just me and all the classes we shared together. Abbigail would stay with me for sure, but i only needed one thing now: to crawl in my bed and cry until the ripping sobs trapped me in an unconscious, life less sleep. Thats when i saw the object of the situation postioned so modelesque next to my locker. I was confused. At first he said nothing. He just stared at my blank, sour face. "Sorry, i can be a bit too critical sometimes." He half smiled. "Thats much too much of an understatement." And then i did something i thought i could never do to milo: I walked away without another word. The pain wanted to rip through my shakey body and the heals i wore weren't helping. Somehow he kept pace with me even though i had walked away as fast as walking allows. "I want to help." He pleaded while staying faithfully by my side. "You've done enough for one day. You think you can say anything without it having reprocussions. Well my brother died Milo. It's not something i can get over in a second. It may have been four months ago but he was my family. He's never coming back." I could never say Tristans name anymore. It was too crippling. Every time i had the vision of his limp body in front of the red ancient chevy came to mind...I had to silence the pain and the only way to do that was to cut it out of my mind. But somehow it was there floating in the very back of my thoughts. No matter how hard i had tried, it was there. And it was never going to go away.

Thats chapter seven of magnolia...or should i say so far what is chapter seven.. comments will be much appreciated and yes i know i suck at spelling so please dont remind me.
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