story - her park

[Broken_mind]

She waves goodbye to her friends as the sun beats down on her neck. Her eyes sparkle in the light and her pearly teeth glint as she flashes her Hollywood smile. She gets back on her favourite swing, she never uses any other, and begins to swing in time. Higher and higher, full of energy, in her perfect blue jeans and “Prada” top. Everybody sees her as being “oh so perfect” and always having a smile and a laugh, never thinking much of it all, except how she keeps it up. The play park seems to go on forever, stretching further in every direction than her eyes could possibly see. The wind flashes through her hair and blows against the trees, making them sway and rustle, as the wind urges the clouds along.
Her breaths are coming sharper now, as she pants with the knowledge of pain, muscles aching all over but her mind demanding continuance, urging her to push through the stress and strain, as if they were poisons coursing through her body, trying so badly to flush them away. But slowly as the sky starts to darken, and the clouds cover the sun, the swing slows and begins to drop, and finally comes to rest. Her famous smile is now completely gone, and the sparkle in her eyes has faded, the baking heat is falling fast and the darkness is drawing in.
Her mind and memory start to race as the chains rest beside her, but as she shuts her eyes to block it out the voices come flooding back. She sinks in deeper into her past and struggles to stay aware; her school, her family, her friends and her lovers all gushing past her ear. She starts to tremble, ready to burst, and let her tear drops fall, but she holds them back and blinks them away, to keep her make–up perfect. If she was to go back home with her make–up smudged and streaky, then her false front would be ruined, her weaknesses would all be seen and her smiles would fade away. Deep down she feels like her spirit is slashed and her soul is shattered and broken, so many disappointments have stolen her hope away, so far that they will never return.
The heavens start to prick and open, as droplets land on her face, pricking little dots at pinpoint accuracy and tempting her to cry. Finally she lets one little tear out, a single diamond rock, the weight of months now finally lifted, and set free to leave her mind. The rain begins to fall a little harder and it trickles down the slide, but she still sits and sobs so silently as the waters mix as one.
The pillows of her mind smother her as they are heavy on her brain. Crush her spirit and confuse her as she cant see past the white. She knows her dad will be at home, and he will be pacing back and forth, ready to lash out with words and blows, before and explanation can be muttered. What about in School tomorrow, when she sees her boyfriend’s face. There’s nothing there but social status and the blackmail against her battered, bruised and abused body. But the hardest thing of all swims amongst the sharks, but she cant admit it, and she never will, for if she did she would be completely rejected. To admit her lust for her own kind, as well as the typical “alphas” would be just as bad as suicide as her life would be so rough.
And so the flood seeps over her as she sobs and sobs, the waterfall passing down her cheeks and staining them black. Slowly the sky begins to clear and the sun begins to shine. It lights the gate and glows in the rain, blinding her as she stares. A figure appears, silhouetted against the white, an angel from above, the light flowing through his hair, a ring of gold around his face. He slowly walks in, so light on his feet as he glides towards her, a little smile on his face. She blushes red and bows her head, her soaking hair a shield, and blocks out the ridicule, the laughs and their jokes to keep her safe again.
“Is this swing free?” he asks so calmly like he has all the time in the world.
“Yeah…um…sure,” she mutters back feeling like her face is burning.
“Thanks, by the way, it may sound stupid but it’s my favourite swing, so I just always use this one,” he carries on not sensing her insecurity, “You’re really beautiful by the way, I hope you don’t mind me saying.”
“No I’m not, trust me, I look a mess”
“No you don’t. Trust me, I would know”
He lifts a hand and brushes away her hair, runs his thumb across her cheek, he lifts an eyelash and blows it away, flashing his golden smile. A real smile flickers across her face and a single dimple is exposed. Her eyes light up as they meet his, getting lost in the brightest blue pools ever. The world seems to stop around her and the noises cease to occur. The wind blows a thousand breaths but not a shiver runs through her soul. She starts to shiver in her cold, damp clothes, the money sticking to her bones. They can’t help her now, not in his eyes, not that they need to with him. He slowly sways back and forth on the swing, his eyes never moving from her. He watches over her like a guardian angel, the sun behind his figure, each time he swings forward, it’s as if he descends from heaven.
He begins to slow as she bows her head, lost in her thoughts again, “he won’t understand, he CAN’T understand,” she moans to herself in her head. As if by some sort of beautiful fate, he takes her hand in his. He pulls her up and in front of him to make this little plea.
“I don’t really know you, but please let me help. I can sense the pain in your eyes. I didn’t even know why I was going to come here today but now I know it’s for you.”
“I…don’t need your help…I don’t need ANYBODYS help. You don’t know me and nobody does.”
“I know what you’re going through. I have been there myself” he stands up and takes her hands. He rolls up a sleeve to show the cuts and the scars and he gets a gasp as response. She bows her head one last time and pulls up the sleeve of her top. Matching cuts and scars lie there. She lifts her head to look into the blue and sees the hidden storm. A single kiss, they begin to share and the sun continues to shine.