damon43

If a girl turned to a boy,
they would be the perfect boyfriend

A short story I wrote a very long time ago so sorry if it's absolute rubbish I just wanted to share it:


I slowly regain consciousness and the bright colours of the surrounding world blend to make a rainbow like hue. I rub my eyes vigourously, watching as everything finally comes into focus. I am in a clearing, the earth soft and damp under my fingers. I can't remember how I got here or why I was here, only that something was terribly wrong. I rock back and forth, angry tears welling up at the corners of my eyes and fingernails creating deep grooves in my arms, trying to recall memories that wouldn't come back. The gentle ruffle of a cloak struck me out of my reverie and I quickly lift my head, gaze searching for the maker of the noise. A young girl was stood at the opposite end of the clearing, a deep velvet cloak shrouding her small figure. I force myself up into a standing position and the girl takes several steps back before turning and running away. I glance around, trying to find the reason she would do this and failing almost immediately. "It must have been me," I whisper knowing that nobody could hear me but pleased to here the sound of my own voice. I check myself over, trying to find something that would have scared her off. Just as I was about to give up I find what I had been looking for. A series of small but deep cuts had formed the words 'dead' on my cheek. Sighing I sink back to the ground and curl up, moisture soaking into my skin. I had finally found the reason for my passing out but I didn't want to know anymore because sometimes not knowing is better.