Creative Writing: Revealed-Personal Narrative

“‘I wanted you to do it all for me. I wanted everything to be all easy and simple . . . So I tried to pretend that it was all your fault. . . because I was scared and I didn’t want to

What’s wrong? A bark of laughter echoed in the quiet, slightly pathetic in the way that it had hiccuped out of her. The smile on her face somewhat rueful despite how weighted it was with sadness. Before she could answer him, she needed to make sure that she couldn’t see his eyes -- couldn’t be able to see their slow drift from tenderness into something much more damning. So she gently released his hand and settled her arms on his lap, creating a self-made pillow to rest her

“There… There were wildebeest… and he tried to… save me. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he said crying as I embraced him.

“I had no idea he could such a hard ass… I just want to let you know I’m not mad, and I’m really sorry I punched you.” I said without looking up from the floor. I studied my worn sandals instead. Strangely, my misguided punch seemed to only harm myself. Paul’s face looked perfectly fine (though when doesn’t it honestly?).

My throat tightened when I thought of Margaret now, the pain she had been through, how I had helped her heal, but how Andrés had more. Frank’s mouth hung open, his eyebrows raised, his comment justified in his world. I stepped towards Frank and pushed my index finger into his hard chest.

“Just go,” Dean breathed pulling her close. She was awake and tears were falling from her eyes she couldn’t speak gasping for breath but she gently rubbed his arms. As if he was the one who needed comforting.

I looked up at James. He stared straight ahead, out at the trees. His face was perfectly still and serious. I could see how hard he tried to hold it together for everyone, but the bloodshot lines that surrounded the blue of his eyes, told me he had cried just as much. He turned his face to look at me and I smiled just a little, to reassure him I was here, I would always be here.

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.

“I swear to God, kid. If you act up like this again, I’m sending you to military school. Just worthless, you are.” Little peppers of spit flew furiously from his lip, spraying onto my face. “Then again, I shouldn’t be

“I thought I loved you. You’re beautiful and kind, I mean, what’s not to love about you?” Our eyes met. “But then I saw the way you and Maxon look at each other and I knew I couldn’t compete. Especially because we couldn’t see each other any more, I mean you are in the competition for Maxon. I was worried that I was going to lose you, but I realized that I had already lost you.” He looked deep into my eyes, but I broke the stare.

“I’m sorry, love. I got carried away.” said Josiah. His hand slips to my stomach, gently rubbing along the horizontal midline of my swollen belly. He brushes a kiss against my lips and opens the door for us.

My mind wondered to Braedon once more as I watched Justice settle down in the plush chair beside my bed. But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and laid down in the bed facing him. We watched youtube for a while but eventually tired of that, he closed his phone and made a gesture for me to sit on the chair with him. But there wasn't room so I just sat on my lap and buried my face in his neck as he wrapped his arms around me. It was so comfortable, I felt safe and suddenly everything I had been holding back forced it’s way out and I felt that deep set burning sadness again but as soon as that happened he held me tighter as if somehow he knew. But he couldn't have because I showed no sign of it. I wanted to cry but I didn’t I just hide my face so he couldn't see it and waited until the wave of sadness passed. But then another one came crashing over me as I realised how much I wished it was Braedon holding me instead. I missed him so much and I would give anything to be in his arms again, but that was wishful thinking, I steared my mind away from

I was limping in front of him, and I stopped in my tracks. Louis didn’t notice I stopped and ran right into me. “Why did you stop walking Bailey?” Louis asked as he walked around me with his head down. “Louis please stop walking past me. You don’t know where the room is. Even if you have watched me.” I was still trying to stand in the same spot. “Bailey please don’t do this. I can’t do this.” he turned around with tears in his eyes. “Louis please don’t cry. I can’t deal with people crying. You of all people should know that by now.” I could feel the tears rolling down my face. “Bailey why are you crying? It’s not helping this situation.” he was walking back towards me. “Louis I stopped walking because I was scared.” I looked up as he got to me. “Why are you scared? I already told you I wasn’t going to hurt you. And I already told you that I didn’t want to hurt you in the first place.” he was looking down at me with a smirk on his face. “Louis, I still don’t know you. What am I supposed to think?” the tears kept streaming down my face as I looked down at the floor while I

Suddenly, he took her hand in his, something he didn't plan, "You don't have to. I... We will help you through this. Everyone. Whether that means ending our vacation early, or medication, or just simply being there. I promise, you may still go through it, I can't control feelings or medical conditions, but you won't go through it alone." Beatrice looked incredulous, yet hopeful. "Just long as you are happy again." Adonis gave her a smile different from all the other ones he ever gave her, yet it looked the same. He squeezed her hand in his, and her look of disbelief was diminished by

She hugged me so hard the stuffing in my stomach started to push against my fur. A feeling I wouldn't change for the world. "You know, Teddy," she strokes my face with delicate fingers, “I love you more than Mommy does.” She giggled as though what she just said was a joke. Her long, black curls bouncing off her shoulders as each laugh of hers shook her tiny, six year old frame. “Be careful, Rose,” a familiar female voice coming from the hall interrupted our little meeting. “Teddy has to stay strong to protect you at night and he can’t do that if he’s all sore from your hugs.” They both shared a laugh that lit up the room, even though her mother already turned off the lights for bedtime. “You have to take care of him like he takes care of you,” she sighed and readjusted the loose bow around my neck, “he’s older than you are.” Her eyes met mine, the same eyes I remember beaming up at me when Rose’s father surprised her with me on a Valentine’s Day some time ago in high school.