It was a cool fall day in a cardboard suburbia when I met Lark. I had skipped taking the bus home, deciding to walk home and contemplate the events of the day. Beyond water lined eyes and scabby knees I wondered why they hated me so much. Was I really so different than my fellows? The lot of us shared the same fourth grade classroom. What made me so different? I took a right turn, passed my house and came to a little alcove garden hidden behind growling iron gates of pitch ebony. I closed my ears and licked the sore scarlet ribbons on my lip. 1
There they were, alive in my memory, fresh with the tinge of pain. All of them laughing malevolently as she pushed me to my knees. There they were, their sadistic grins flashing in my eyes as she gave my lips their ruly pension. There they were, a pestilence of cruelty set in their eyes as I gathered my books in broken hands and ran. 2
I opened my eyes, tears smudged, and the bad taste of reminiscence in my mouth. And there he was, perfectly flawed, squatting in the dirt in front of me. I knew who he was without even asking. He looked down at me, his eyes of condolence livid, and held out his hand. I took it, and he took me in his arms and stroked my cheek.3
"Why do they hate me so?" I would ask Lark.4
"Hush love...they don't understand you" He would respond in a voice like waves rolling over the ocean waters. He was always comforting my shattered innocence. Always the one to hold me after the storm. Lark was the light of my childhood, or so it seemed.5
As time wore on Lark's answers began to change as I did. Cosmetics smelling of old plaster paints replaced the china faced doll that kept me company in the night. The pain in my heart began to numb as my conciseness and sanity ebbed away with Lark's changing responses. 6
Fifth teen. I came home to Lark sitting on my bed. His eyes narrowed as I put down my bag of catalysts. In the bag, was my necessities to life. Eyeliner, mascara, the latest issue of Cosmo,and a yellow measuring tape. My friends. I would stare at the floor as Lark would take my beautiful length of measuring tape and lead me over to the mirror. Every week or so the tape wound tighter around my waist. I looked down at Lark and his grim sneer. He was so beautiful.7
"Lark, why do they hate me" I asked.8
"Because you are a stupid girl. A stupid and fat. You will never be anything!"9
"I'm sorry" I reply sobbing.10
"Shut up. Don't you see? You're a stupid bitch! Why are you still here? Everyone hates you. Why don't you just die already? You make me sick!" He had screamed.11
Like a drum I heard Lark's screaming pounding through my ears as blood in my veins writhed for mercy. I begged him to stop his torture. I loved him and hated him with every last effort of my mentality. He was always there...never to go away...a part of me. 12
I raised my fists to the heavens in an epoch of disregard for what I was doing. I felt the blood on my fingers as they crashed into beloved Lark as I screamed with retched devotion of my prison. My pleasure, but oh my pain!13
My mother hears the noise and comes to my aid. She finds her daughter alone, fingering scarlet fragmented pieces of a mirror.14
Author notes
This is sort of a memoir for me...its about dealing with depression. option 10
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oh my goddess, this is so..just wow...the wording...the story...the description...it's so perfect. i really do love this peice, i'm gonna bookmark it. beautiful!
~Arachne
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Wow, the sad thing is that so many guys do this now, they use and abuse you until they know that they have you around their finger, then they will use that to their advantage knowing they are the ones that were there. I am very impressed with the imagery and the plot line! Congratulations of such wonderful work! -
this was absolutly brilliant! this was...holy sh*t! t was just amazing! the way your words described everything was beautyful! this was sooo great! i'm at a loss of words...just holy sh*t! if you have more stories, i'm readin em!
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this is a very beautiful piece of writing here-honest! im speechless! i hate when i run out of words
thanks for entering my contest!
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Seems like dealing with depression and bulimia/anorexia. And a brilliant creation it was. This piece touched me. I too have depression and I hear voices. Not seeing people kinda makes it worse sometimes. I applaud ur courage in fighting your demon
Shari -
Brilliant!
Wow! Amazing work! Enthralling, heart-breaking, and moren than just slightly disturbing. Bravo! Keep up the great work! -
this is GORGEOUS. your wording is amazing. you are a very poetic person. wonderful story.
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that was really good... a little spontaneus, but i've experienced spontanious things just like this (without the violence though).
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This was very creative, nice write. Thank you and goodluck.
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This is awesome, a really brilliant idea. I really didn't expect the ending at all but afterward I saw how wonderfully it applied. The symbolism is very deep and true for most teen girls, I think. During childhood you love yourself and comfort yourself and are your own best friend, you are satisfied with your looks and don't mind the way you look. But as a teen you grow to where you are confused. You hate yourself and the way you look and you are puttting yourself down rather than comforting yourself. The image of " Lark" measuring the girl rang true for me, I am 15 and I have done this. " He was always there, never to go away... a part of me" that line sums up the whole story. This is great, good luck in the contest!
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Sick again today. I'm waiting to talk to you. :-) I might not be on AIM though if I can't figure out how to run my game in window form. I'll call though.
Anyway: Sad story, poor you. Someone needs a hug. :-( I wish I could hug you. Miss ya, ttyl -
This is a really good story. It really grasps the readers attention. You have so much potential.... i really hope to see more work by you in the future. good luck with everything thank you for sharing this piece
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Wow. This kept me going until the very end. I didn't see that coming- the whole mirror thing. I didn't have a clue.
The way that you wrote this was clever- you've got some real gift here, in being able to write this way. I envy you that.
Hope to read more soon!
Thanks and good luck!
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Creepy in a good way. I like the ending, but there was that part in the begining that really caught me "I knew who he was without even asking". That line kinda caught me in a strange way.
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You have a twisted, beautiful mind. The imagery was perfect. It was like i was playing my own little slide show in my head while reading this one. You started it with a nice hook and ended it with a tasteful twist. Cheers.
(i love your stories)
those words at best were worse than teenage poetry tbs
undisc0vered
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very griping. once you're in the story, there's no getting out. i like.
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Wow... this story is so... entrancing. You really get pulled into the downward spiral and the desperation in this. You really do have a gift as a storywriter
Sunder
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wow great story the emotions the mind games. Beatiful. I dont know if you have ever had an eating disorder but I have and I know what this person is feeling. I have beent here and you did so well in capturing the feelings and the mood and the desperate attemps. Bravo.
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great story. you're def. right, a ton of symbolism... out of curiousity, did the name Lark mean something in particular i'm not getting, or was it random? I'm really glad the story is not true! and, i love the ending clashing scenes, the girl fighting w/ Lark and the mother standing behind her daughter clutching a mirror. Great twist there! wonderful job!
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