She lay in a bed of flowers. She is atop a hill, where there is not a cloud in the sky. She is there by herself and looking a little sad, she is just laying there, still as one could. She was staring up at the sky. Only one cloud was surfaced in the baby blue sea. It was lightly covering the sun; the day was bright, but not causing her to squint when looking at the bare blue. One tear was slowly, mournfully falling down her face. Her heart was pierced like a gun was just shot through her chest, or a knife just went through her delicate bearing heart. She was slowly dying, and all I could do was watch and wait.
A few days earlier…
“I hate you! Why are you ruining everything?!” She knocks the flower case over causing loud crash and water filling the tile cracks on the floor. It was a gift he got her when she broke her leg. He brought it to the hospital so there would be something bright and lively in the dull, tan, infectious room.
“I just-“
“What? Don’t need me anymore! I gave up everything for you.”
“I can’t live a lie.”
“Yeah. Well you just wasted mine.”
They’ve had fights before, but this was no ordinary fight. She was yelling, screaming even. She never did such a thing. She was poise and polite, cautious of her actions because she felt that everyone was judging her. She was acting out of character, if it is possible to do so. I was shocked at what was occurring before my eyes.
They were high school sweet hearts; met each other in tenth grade. He was only a couple days older than her, five to be exact. They met during biology class. The teacher assigned the two to be partners on the dissection of a pig. It was now Wednesday- day of the “surgery”. They did not know each other well, just that they were in the same grade and had seventh grade reading together. But even then they did not speak to each other. Well anyways, there they were standing behind the lab bench and then- plop, Mrs. Aisle dropped the dead pig on the bench. Lilly was never more disgusted in her life. Lilly is this girl I keep talking about. She is tall and slender. She has dirty blonde hair with green eyes. Her eyes were abnormally large from everyone else’s. I guess that’s why people said she was strange. She didn’t have many friends; she was more of a free will, relaxed type of person, where as everyone else was uptight and insecure.
The two of them start cutting the huge pig down the center of its stomach. The first item they need to get out of the pig is the heart. Lilly wanted nothing to do with it. She was has a sour look to her face every time Luke is cutting and ripping at the pigs intestines.
Luke was a care free person who was quite popular. He was the captain and best player of the lacrosse team. He didn’t really like the fact that she was partners with Lilly, seeing that she was looked at as an outcast, but he thought he should be working together for two mothers. Mrs. Aisle said that they would be with their partner, dissecting ass types of animals, to see the different sizes of the body parts.
As the weeks went on they started talking to each other. The now became friends, and looked forward to seeing each other every other day. They started to text and flirt in the halls. It was evident that the two of them had a crush on each other, and Lilly really liked him because he wasn’t embarrassed to be around her. She was actually getting more friends when she became partners with Luke in biology class. Soon after they started to date. They won prom queen and king in the senior year. They had been dating for about two years. Things were looking bright for their future. But by the end of senior year Lilly found out that she was pregnant. The two of them were both paralyzed with fear but also secretly a little happy. The two of them knew they were going to be together forever and so they thought that they were just getting an early start of their life together.
With the baby came chaos. Their parents kicked them out of the house once they found out about Lilly, making the two of them live on their own. Luckily they had been working for three years and had been saving up their money. They also decided not to go to college, and used the money for college to use on their family.
Six years went on. They were living well, in a modern house; Luke had an impressive job that held the family over and then some. They were able to go on family vacations. They went to Disney world for Liam’s sixth birthday. He loved it there. He never wanted to leave, but the week was over and Chicago was calling them home.
A couple months went by and life had an unspoken tension. Luke and Lilly were not getting along, picking petty fights between each other and overall not really talking to each other. This made Liam very sad. He didn’t know what was wrong with his parents. Why were they miserable? It seemed like a struggle for them to get out of bed every day and carry on with the daily activities. They were now completely different people from when they were in high school. They seemed to resent each other.
A few days later…
“I hate you! Why are you ruining everything?!” She knocks the flower case over causing a loud crash and water filling the tile cracks on the floor. It was a gift he got her when she broke her leg. He brought it to the hospital so there would be something bright and lively in the dull, tan, infectious room.
“I just-“
“What? Don’t need me anymore! I gave up everything for you.”
“I can’t live a lie.”
“Yeah. Well you just wasted mine.”
So here I am, watching her lay mournfully in the bed of flowers. Seeing just one tear rolling down her cheek. She is sad of the events that will come next; the divorce and separation of her child. For I have to chose between my parents on who I will be living with. I will be seeing one parent frequently less and less because one is staying in Chicago while the other is moving to Colorado. The one I choose will be the one I stay with, the one I get to know and call my mother or father, while the other may grow to resent me because I didn’t give them a chance. My mother is worried and thus this is why she is most gloomy. Her one tear is for me, the thought of losing me.
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