Just like the rest - Mel Afoa

She sits there, her body blank, heart ripped open.

She looks across the school grounds, sitting down on the cold ground at lunch, and all she sees is happiness. To her, happiness is dancing through the winter grounds. It dances around the kids, their laughs radiating through the air. Happiness dances through the bushes and around the trees, the wind whistling and following it's every step. The sky is also the image of contentment, a baby blue mixture filled with fluffy white.

She wonders why happiness is not dancing around her, engulfing her in its arms. Her mind shows her a scenario of two leaders choosing who they would like for their sport teams. Happiness ignores her, and because of that, Depression picks her on his side. She tries to decline, and moves towards Happiness. For some reason, Happiness drifts away, along with its team members. Its just Depression, Sadness, and Hate that are left behind her, waiting for her to be in their team.

She touches her pocket as she sits on the school grounds, her skirt and skarf softly blowing with the gentle breeze. Her frozen fingers touch her phone, and she pulls it out cautiously. If she could, she woul throw it into the pond of despair for a refund. She would gladly give it to anyone, to give it away to whomever. She looks at it, brown eyes filled with hatred. She opens the text that gave her everything she needed to know. She reads each line, the sadness and sorrow slowly seeping into her veins again. She looks up and sees girls running and playing tips in front of her, their laughs stinging her soul. She gazes back down to find a black screen. Its like the phone imitates her heart; It comes alive, and then dies.

She stuffs the phone back into her pocket with haste, as if it were to burn her. She gets up and runs to library, her mind racing about the secret she found out online, only yesterday. She arrives at the library after a few seconds of weaving through the school girls. She walks towards the school computers and roughly sits down. While waiting impatiently for the computer to load, she looks around. She sees the gossip everywhere. She sees hapiness in every dialogue, and love in every sentence. She begins to hazily daydream, looking at the computer screen with envy and hatred. She realises it is on, and jumps immedietly onto the internet.

She scrolls down to where her heartbreak started. She sees messages going back and forth between the two. She sees not only words, but lies. Lies he told her, and the pain he sold her. She watches as the screen begins to blur, and the tears start to fall slowly down her features. She wipes it unconsciously, brushing her long fingers on her cheeks. She looks at the screen again to see the pain shoot back at her. Love messages going on between them, love evident in the air. She logs off immedietly and begins to run outside. As she exits the library doors, she sees the small drops of rain beginning to fall. She runs, hands shooting up in the air, spinning around to make sure her pain gets dizzy, and her heartbreak evaporates with the rain falling on the floor. She runs, brown-red hair flying, green skirt dancing in the breeze. She runs, hides from everyone, and hides from the boy she once loved.

She sees a pen on the floor. She picks it up slowly, and begins to write on her hand as she walks in the rain. She looks up to see the clouds turning grey, and the sky turning dark. She closes her eyes, not noticing the ink of the pen leaving her writing messed painfully on her arm.

He's just like the rest.

(photograph is not mine. Its hot though.)