Gold
Reliving Old Memories
I woke up to see that beautiful face yet again on my iPhone. “Good morning beautiful, how was your night? Mine wonderful was with you on my mind.” He sang after I clicked ‘Accept’. “Niall, it’s fucking 6am! Is there a such thing as sleep in your world?” I expected a ‘nope’ but instead I got the dreaded answer, “Actually, I’m just really excited because Alicia wanted me to hang out with her today, and I needed someone to talk to because, well, talking to myself got boring.” He said. “NIALL!!!!!!!” I yelled in my best whiny tone. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” He asked. “Fuck you.” I said. I was about to press the ‘End Call’ button when he said, “WAIT, BABE. DON’T HANG UP.” “What now?!!!!” I asked. “Come with me?” He asked. Now, I’m pissed. He calls me at fucking 6am to see a girl who doesn’t even like me (I can tell…)? Like what the hell? “Finnnnnnnnnnnne.” I said. I heard some rustling in the bushes outside and saw Niall’s hair behind them. “AHHHWHATTHEFUCKASTALKER!!!!!!” I screamed. “WHAT?! I’m out here behind the bushes and I don’t, see, any- ohhhhhhhhh.” He said and I giggled. I through my window open and said in a sing-song voice, “Oh Romeo, Romeo, Get your ass in here now.” He started to laugh and came into my room a few minutes later. “You can stay if you want but I’m going to take a shower.” I said. I grabbed some clothes and waddled to the bathroom. I got out of the shower after I was done and slipped on my clothes. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=88630772) I walked out to see Niall sitting on my bed looking at my old Modeling Album from about a year ago.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, not looking up. I scoffed. “No, really.” He said. “You don’t have to lie to me, Niall.” I said. I’ve heard it all before. ‘You’re pretty’, ‘you’re skinny’, ‘you’re funny’, ‘you’re popular’, ‘everyone loves you’, etc. “I’m not lying.” He said. I looked right up at him and saw the look in his eyes I’ve seen my whole life. Pity. “Rigggggggggght.” I said. “Really, Kirsten!” I could tell he was getting angry but I can’t let him lie to me, right? “Just stop it!” I found myself yelling and covering my ears. All the bad memories floated back, past Jason, past every other recent fucked up thing in my life. Middle school. My eyes instantly shut as my brain played each terrible, unwanted memory like a bad horror film. “You stupid slut! You’re just out to get my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asked. She was my best friend. I couldn’t believe it. “No, Brandi, you know I wouldn’t-“ I was cut off by her smacking my face. We were best friends since we were 3, now we’re in the beginning of 6th grade. Officially, my best friend hates me. “You conceited, soulless bitch! Don’t you fucking dare touch my boyfriend!” She screamed as she pushed me into the lockers and started gruesomely kicking my stomach. I coughed, as I couldn’t breath, and blood came streaming out of my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw I was still in my bedroom. “Are you okay?” Niall asked. I looked up. “Why?” I asked. “You were screaming at yourself, and rocking back and forth crazily.” He said, concerned. “NOW YOU THINK I’M CRAZY?!” I blew up. All my unwanted feelings from middle school came rushing back. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME BRANDI?” I screamed. “Who’s Brandi?” He asked. “WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!” My pain was heart-breaking. I could feel Brandi’s hands and feet all over again. Beating me slowly. “Oh my god.” Niall said. “What?” I snapped my head in his direction. “I have to take you to the hospital.” He said. “Why?” I asked, utterly and completely confused. “You’re mouth is bleeding.”
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, not looking up. I scoffed. “No, really.” He said. “You don’t have to lie to me, Niall.” I said. I’ve heard it all before. ‘You’re pretty’, ‘you’re skinny’, ‘you’re funny’, ‘you’re popular’, ‘everyone loves you’, etc. “I’m not lying.” He said. I looked right up at him and saw the look in his eyes I’ve seen my whole life. Pity. “Rigggggggggght.” I said. “Really, Kirsten!” I could tell he was getting angry but I can’t let him lie to me, right? “Just stop it!” I found myself yelling and covering my ears. All the bad memories floated back, past Jason, past every other recent fucked up thing in my life. Middle school. My eyes instantly shut as my brain played each terrible, unwanted memory like a bad horror film. “You stupid slut! You’re just out to get my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asked. She was my best friend. I couldn’t believe it. “No, Brandi, you know I wouldn’t-“ I was cut off by her smacking my face. We were best friends since we were 3, now we’re in the beginning of 6th grade. Officially, my best friend hates me. “You conceited, soulless bitch! Don’t you fucking dare touch my boyfriend!” She screamed as she pushed me into the lockers and started gruesomely kicking my stomach. I coughed, as I couldn’t breath, and blood came streaming out of my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw I was still in my bedroom. “Are you okay?” Niall asked. I looked up. “Why?” I asked. “You were screaming at yourself, and rocking back and forth crazily.” He said, concerned. “NOW YOU THINK I’M CRAZY?!” I blew up. All my unwanted feelings from middle school came rushing back. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME BRANDI?” I screamed. “Who’s Brandi?” He asked. “WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!” My pain was heart-breaking. I could feel Brandi’s hands and feet all over again. Beating me slowly. “Oh my god.” Niall said. “What?” I snapped my head in his direction. “I have to take you to the hospital.” He said. “Why?” I asked, utterly and completely confused. “You’re mouth is bleeding.”
7/17/13