It sounded like the thud of a murder's footsteps thumped in
her chest. The sweat on her arm quietly pours. She looks at her clenched fist
and is numb to the finger nails digging into her palm only to wonder once again
why she was doing this. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back against
the cold marble wall. She suddenly sees in the haziness of the dark a boy
appear in front of her. he wears a red polo with the words Hollister written in
bold across his chest, she noticed on his left shoulder in there’s a doodle
permanent marker that says 'Michael loves me' slightly covered by the muscular
curve on his forearm and that among his dark complexion the words seem to blend
in ever so slightly. She looks up at the boy in front of her hesitantly only to
peer into his big eyes that were the color of the newly furnished coffee tables
in Barnes nobles. The only thing she can see in front of her are his lips, he
reaches for her wrist only to pull her closely. She can smells his breath ever
so smooth and minty, she breathes it in savoring it even. Then the moment soon
fades away back into the darkness that is behind the eyelid. She opens her eyes
only to turn to the left and feel the pain increase in her chest as she held
all of her weight upon her shoulders and the mass in her heart.
