RadiantChoas

"That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt"                              - John Green. He was not okay. He hasn't been okay in years. Happiness isn't as rare of a feeling as it once was, but the sadness was never far away. There were still nights when the pain, and heartbreak consumed him. The agony flows through his veins, sometimes. The happiness makes him light headed, sometimes. He accepts his life. He knows that pain is apart of life. He realizes that he'll never have his mom give him advice again. He realizes that he'll never have his move hug him again. He realizes that he can't always have everything he wants. He realizes t

At age 2 she was a joy. Just beginning to speak, her eyes filled with wonder, causing everyone around her to be filled with happiness and wonder. At age 6 she was effortlessly happy. She was always happy where she was, never insecure with people. The joy still hadn’t left her. At age 10 she wanted to grow up. She wanted out of her small little town; she wanted to take care of herself.  The joy was fading from her eyes; the happiness running out. At age 12 she was angry. She wanted to be out of this town, wanted her mother to be sober enough to at least talk about her dreams with her, wanted her dad to be easier to talk to. The joy was g

They sat on the swing set, slightly swing back and forth. "But..you're always laughing, and making jokes," his voice was confused. She shrugged. "I guess." "Then, how could you ever, do..do that," he points with his hand to her scars, " to yourself?" She swallows hard. "It's pretty easy actually." He gasp. She turns the swing so her body is facing him. "I'm depressed, I think I am anyway. I can't feel anything. Not sadness, not happiness, not even pain." She takes a deep breath. This is the first time anyone had cared enough to ask. This was her first time feeling like she had someone who gave a fuck. "So, at school, I'm fine. Everyone, along

He looked at her scarred skin. His beloved had white puckered line all over her body. He felt tears gather in his eyes. When she moved to cover herself, he stopped her. She was never leaving him, ever. He shifted on her to stop her movement, and fidgeting. He tilted her chin up gently. “Love, what happened?” She blushed. “I-I-I’m sorry.” He groaned, and pulled her close. “I am too. When did you start?” “Sixth grade.” “Why?” He asked as he stroked her hair “I was alone, my mother had just left, and the kids weren’t nice.” He kissed her hair, tears leaking out o

She pushed the food around on her plate. She says she's eaten enough. She's trying to make herself thinner; says she's eating too much. Her brother thinks she's joking. Her mother's heart is broken. She's hoping she can fit in. She wants to be like all the other girls. She's losing weight by the minute. She doesn't know how it got this bad. Her family gave her all they had. Her sister is crying. Her father says she's dying. She says she's trying. Problem is she's lying. Why is it so hard to say she's dying.. ..to be like all the other girls. She wants to fit in to the ordinary world.

The way his life turned out was not what he wanted. He would give it all back --the money, the friends, the good times, the happiness-- just for another day with his mum. He couldn't. It simply wasn't possible. He believed one day, one day soon, they would be together again. In this moment he was on a roller coaster, high in the sky --something he would have never done in his past life--, and life didn't see so bad. Sure, he knew there would be nights when he was tired, and lonely, and just over all sad. But for right now? He was going the happiness he had been given without any guilt. Because --for this moment anyway-- he was pretty happy wi

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful mermaid. The mermaid's name was Arial. Arial wanted so badly to be a human to walk on land. There was only on reason for that. Him. She wanted to be his everything, like he was hers. But he needed a princess. He needed someone with class, and someone who knew how to be the Queen. So, slowly, he changed her. Her hair was to unruly to be left down, so she put it up. It wasn't proper for the Queen to have late night swims, so those stopped. She was no longer allowed to go out among the commoners. She was no longer allowed to voice her opinion. She was no longer the Arial she came as. She had changed for h

It had be a year. That's 52 weeks. Three hundred and fifty six days. A bunch of hours. Tons of minutes. And endless seconds. She looked in the mirror. Everything about her looked normal, and a tad bit plain. Yet, only a year before everything was different. She closed her eyes. It could have been so different. She could have been totally different person with a totally different personality . She opened her eyes, tears starting to gather in them. Her phone buzzed. "Hey, I'm here," her friend spoke through the phone. "Okay.I'm coming down now." It hurt that she was doing fine. It hurt that she was living. What hurt the most was never knowing w

She cried because the words were true. She didn't have to be here. She wanted to be. Her mother was laid up in a hospital bed, and she was states away. She could go, and live near her mother any time she wanted. Yet, she stayed miles away. That was selfish. She should have been there by her mom's side. If roles were reversed, her mom would be there for her. Damn! She was only 14. She didn't know how to take care of someone. So, she fled. She left with her dad. Now here she was, on enemy territory. She didn't care they called her spoiled. She didn't care they called her a bitch. She didn't care that she was the object of hatred. She screamed b

She was in a hurry. The first drawer held nothing she needed. The bracelet was not in the 2nd either. In her hurry she forgot to avoid the 3rd drawer. The drawer with all of her beads. To any other person in the world it was only beads. To her, it was what was hidden beneath the beads. Hidden among all the purple, blue, orange, red, green beads was her demons. Her 2 sliver demons. The razor blades were there, only she knew. "Are you coming?" The words knocked her out of her trance. "Yeah! Just a sec!" She slammed the drawer shut a little harder than needed. She walked down the stairs quickly. "Im ready," She told her friend. Out the door the