Tuesday, 28 April 2009
05:49:50 AM (GMT)
This was something i did a while ago and i was really bored so i decided to post it
up here =/
The clock reads 6:53 with its red led numbers lighting up your dark room. Then the
ring of Eminem’s voice echoes through the darkness, the singing coming from you
semi-handicap cell phone. You flip open the phone and your heart pumps out of your
chest at the sight of the caller id. You quickly answer with a breathless hello and
he answers back with a calm, love filled, “Hey, what’s up?”
After about 104 minutes of heart filled exchanges of I ‘love yous’
and tearful ‘goodbyes’ and ‘I’m gonna miss yous’, he tells you that his mom
needs to borrow the phone and he tells you he’ll call back. You say ok and hang up.
You grasp you phone in you hands as the held back tears begin their downfall. He
always told her never to cry because you were too beautiful to cry. But you ignore
his words and cry in the dark protection of your room. You cry because you don’t
want him to leave. You cry because you know he has to. You cry because you know
he’s going to replace you with another girl better then you in every way. You also
cry because you didn’t think he was telling you the truth when he told you that he
loved you. He is a flirt and it hurts you so much. You think the chicks he flirts
with have something you don’t. You change for him. Your shirts get lower and lower.
Your jeans get tighter and tighter. You do more for him. You try to be like his ex
girlfriends that he tells you about almost every night on the phone. But he still
flirts and sometimes, it seems like it’s even more and more everyday. Then your
tears come harder and there seems to be no end. You want to be his everything but you
just don’t think you are good enough for his heart. You cry wishing you could just
disappear so he could get you out of his life.
Now your stupid clock is telling you it’s 8:42 and as if he was
watching you cry in the darkness, his name appears as Eminem sings from your phone.
You don’t even think about whipping your waterfalls of your face before answering
with a strained ‘hello’. He says his normal greeting and the conversation about
promises, scars, love suicide and packing boxes began.
About 27minutes go by and he says something that makes your heart
"If only we were like 10 years older." He pauses and repeats "If only…"
At the moment you’re still recovering from the heart blackout and how random the
comment was to see his true intentions.
"What do you mean?" You say still breathless.
"You know, if only we were in out twenties........" and his voice trailed
off. Then it hits you like a semi going as fast as a bullet train. He wanted you
forever. Tears unwillingly pour down your already wet cheeks and drip onto your
pillow. If you were at least 23, he would propose to you. He would want you to become
his wife both in sickness and in health. A pain drenched smile forces its way onto
your tear covered face. You talk a little more about it and then he adds, "See, not
all of my fantasies are bad!" He laughs triggering a loud laugh from you, considering
it was the truth. Most of his other fantasies are evolved the perverted mind of his
and of course you. Then the sound of ripping duct tape is heard in the background.
You’re just about to ask about the sound when he changes the subject back to his
love towards you.
15 minutes clock by and he asks if he can call tomorrow. Without thinking
about your plans you tell him yes.
You exchange goodbyes
I love yous
You hesitate when it’s time to hang up. After almost a minute of silence you
finally press end. Once his face appears as your cell phone background tears come for
You never want to stop hearing his deep voice in your ear
You never want to stop feeling his soft touch on your pale
and cold skin
You never want to stop joking with him about each others
You never want to lose him so you cry and cry with no
intentions of stopping. His words of unconditional love echoes in your head as you
cry yourself into a sleep that is filled with his addicting hazel eyes, his
glistening white smile, his almost black hair and wedding bells later on muted by the
laughter of a baby.
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