Thursday, September 25, 2008
Rumors.
You walk down the hallway, your arms hugging your binders close to your chest. A bead of sweat trickles down your neck, and your breath becomes haughty. Your eyes flicker back and forth as you walk down the hall, silently scanning the faces of all the onlookers. As people see your face and your enclosed posture they begin to gossip, their eyes scanning you just as your eyes were scanning them- but a different emotion appears in their eyes, Bloodlust. “Did you hear?”, “Are you sure?”, “That’s her.”- You hear their remarks precisely, as if they wanted you to hear them… As if they wanted you to walk up and say something to prove them wrong, or right. You bite at your lip and squint your eyes, silencing your inner rebellion. Your dignity and self respect tell you to hold your tongue, but your eyes and actions do not listen- your body language gives it away; and like a pack of wolves the onlookers pounce at ready to hear the perfect scandal.
Of course you tell them what you can, giving them the basics. They claw at you for more, the questions digging into your alibi and when you think you can’t take the interrogation anymore- you CRACK! It all pours out of you, your heart and soul, you tell them the truth as the shame wells up in your eyes and you’re forced to look away... You don’t get any pity, no comforting words. You look up and find your friends eyes among those that came because of the rumors, some look back to you in a knowing and forgiving manner- and others look away in disgust. The shamed tears run down your face and your heart breaks; but the crowd had dispersed and you feel no shame for the emotion gliding down the curves of your cheek, you feel your knees wobble and your energy and control leaves you. Swiftly you feel the ground becoming closer… And right before you feel the impact, something tugs you back; an unknown warmth pulls on your hands and steadies you on your feet. A guardian angel perhaps? Maybe I hit the ground to hard and I’m dreaming? You’d think to yourself, before you opened your eyes. And as soon as your lashes fluttered open a fresh stream would trickle from your eyes, from the amazing sight that you saw. With a smile tugging at your lips your eyes would behold, all of the friends you had seen in the crowd. Among those were the ones that you had shared a knowing glance with, as well as the ones that had seemed disgusted.
No matter the rumors, the actions, or the events, a friend should always be there for a friend. If you agree with their decisions or not you should be able to back them 100%, because if you cannot do that then how could you call yourself a friend? Only you know your friend, and only you can decide if the actions they took were the best considering their position; Do not always listen to ‘the word on the street’ because people can be misleading, as well as the information you heard could be just as fake as the person who told you it.
Of course you tell them what you can, giving them the basics. They claw at you for more, the questions digging into your alibi and when you think you can’t take the interrogation anymore- you CRACK! It all pours out of you, your heart and soul, you tell them the truth as the shame wells up in your eyes and you’re forced to look away... You don’t get any pity, no comforting words. You look up and find your friends eyes among those that came because of the rumors, some look back to you in a knowing and forgiving manner- and others look away in disgust. The shamed tears run down your face and your heart breaks; but the crowd had dispersed and you feel no shame for the emotion gliding down the curves of your cheek, you feel your knees wobble and your energy and control leaves you. Swiftly you feel the ground becoming closer… And right before you feel the impact, something tugs you back; an unknown warmth pulls on your hands and steadies you on your feet. A guardian angel perhaps? Maybe I hit the ground to hard and I’m dreaming? You’d think to yourself, before you opened your eyes. And as soon as your lashes fluttered open a fresh stream would trickle from your eyes, from the amazing sight that you saw. With a smile tugging at your lips your eyes would behold, all of the friends you had seen in the crowd. Among those were the ones that you had shared a knowing glance with, as well as the ones that had seemed disgusted.
No matter the rumors, the actions, or the events, a friend should always be there for a friend. If you agree with their decisions or not you should be able to back them 100%, because if you cannot do that then how could you call yourself a friend? Only you know your friend, and only you can decide if the actions they took were the best considering their position; Do not always listen to ‘the word on the street’ because people can be misleading, as well as the information you heard could be just as fake as the person who told you it.
Labels: Anxiety, friendship, Girl, Judgment, Rumors, Society
--Cloud Envy.
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