Tag: p: susie

” I got you its gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

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“I can’t breathe…,” he quietly whispered, voice trembling and unsure. Round hazel eyes stared up at Susie from where he sat on the riverbank. Wringing his hands together as he bit his lip and tears began to burn his eyes, the confused boy turned to look across the water.  Why did it look so eerie?  Like something impossibly between a painting and reality.  Everything felt off.  Nothing about this place was familiar and he couldn’t remember how he got here.  Susie was the first person he’d come in contact with after walking for what felt like miles. A trembling set of fingers reached up to rub at his eye before any tears could fall. Where was he…?  Home was an empty house more than three quarters of the time.  No one would be waiting for him.  But, after always finding reasons not to be there, that was the only place he wanted to be.  This must be a dream.

“Just don’t leave.  Please..?”

susie.

                     Her eyes became hard as  s t e e l  as she glances over at the other. She could feel the air turn  c o l d e r  around her as her withering gaze found theirs and her fists  c l e n c h e d  at her sides with the vice grip that turns her knuckles the  p u r e s t  of white.

                               ; ; ; “ Nothing is OKAY, so stop telling me that. Nothing will EVER be okay… again. “ she  b r e a k s  off, her voice breaking at the end and her gaze, though still  h a r d, softening with the weight of the tears in her eyes.

      Blaine understood the girl’s frustration, hurt and most of all her ANGER.  Because he experienced every single twist and stomach wrenching, drop-you-to-your-knees feeling she is going through.  And, sometimes, he still does.  Telling her that wouldn’t help her.  It’d only make things worse knowing that as time passes the ache might dim, dull, and fade.  Even turn to happiness and delight but there are still storms to weather that build into hurricanes you can only stare into the eye of when you realize how unhelpful you are to yourself or anyone else.

      To be able to actually affect someone standing in front of him.  That can listen and let you have hope knowing you made them smile.  That’s what gets him through his dark.  Maybe he could help her get through hers?  “I know how it feels to hurt.  I know how it feels to be so frustrated that you feel it burning inside your veins. But,” his fingertips lifted from the water in the birdbath he’d been playing with to wiggle the water droplets off.  “You’re not alone now.  You have me.  I don’t know how much that means to you but I’m not leaving you.  Okay?”