Grey

“I’m bored.”

Her long, strong, piano-enriched fingers pluck away at the tiny buttons on the old phone and send him the quick message. She glances up at the cars whizzing by at her right, clutches the walmart shopping bag in her left hand, and slides the phone into the abysmal pocket of her grey Nike shorts with her right. Her long legs stretch forward with each bounding step as she heads for home, basking in the warmth of the sun and slight cooling of the fluttering breeze. She is glad she wound her hair in a tight bun before she left- she hated her hair blowing in all directions with the changing wind. Her blue-grey eyes were worn out from the small amount of years she had been enduring on the planet. It seemed as if her eyes grew less and less blue with each passing year. When she was 2 years old and standing in her mother’s kitchen clad in a cotton nightgown, her mother had smiled and leaned over her with that black camera and snapped a photo to retain that memory of her 2-year-old, first-born daughter. Her eyes were soo richly full of blue pigment, it seemed she almost had no pupils. That little girl with eyes bluer than the ocean deep had grown up. A lot. Standing at a whopping 6 feet and maintaining a rather slim figure, those eyes had seen a lot of hurt. They bled blue color with every emotional stab, slice, and burn. The warmth that lived in her irises slowly turning into a cold, grey mass of hidden depths and jungles of enigmatic nightmares. Yet on her exterior, she played well the bubbly, blonde persona of a seemingly typical 17-year old prospect for future society.

She continued walking along the sidewalk that matched her shorts and eyes, then snaked a lanky arm down into her pocket to check her phone: One new text.

“Hi bored I’m Jason :P”

A smile ran across her mouth from corner to corner of her pink lips, and her eyes chuckled- amused at his cute little response.

The little girl had grown up. No longer an innocent, ignorant child, her head swam with a mixture of ideas and memories and emotions. She remembered the night with him when ideas and emotions had combined forces to form a lasting memory. If only people really knew her. Knew the darkness that she reveled in. The wild side of her that was dying to break free and take hold of her and for once in her lifetime, actually live rather than merely exist. If only they knew. If only they had the ability to understand. If only they could accept.

She smiled as a dangerous fire danced in her usually drooping, flaccid eyes and she reflected on the day she would finally break from the chains that for so long have held her captive. The day when she could freely live and love.

Her legs kept a steady beat as she kept on walking down the street under the clear sky. Her black tank top hugged her nonexistent midsection and displayed her slight curves. She walked with an air of looseness and calmness-ready to put to rest the demons who posses her, and open up the demons who will soon free her.

She texted him back- some silly little message along the lines of “haha :P nice to meet you Jason.” Thinking of him, she wandered on, eager for his return and the day they would tackle the world together.

Ready to tackle the world, period.