Angel
Girl Of My Dreams
The bell finally called. The weary, everlasting day of school was over. Rose's sweet aroma was embedded into Damien's thoughts. He still couldn't believe it, that someone could influence him so much that he would actually fall in love. As the students left the room with haste, Damien slowly stood up, Rose beside him, still gathering her books together to put them in her folder. As he stood up, Damiens drawing was revealed. He wasn't the best drawer in the world, but the scratchy, scribbly shading radiated emotion. Rose saw the paper as she flung her bag over her shoulder, she was fascinated, such a mediocre drawn angel, but the scribbles he used to shade it simply entranced her. Damien finished putting his unused books back into his bag when he noticed Rose holding his drawing, staring at it, a cute smile spread across her face. "Uh... you like it?" Damien's voice was shakey and unsteady. "Yeah... I love it!" Rose's voice was so soft, it made him feel like floating. Damien took a deep swallow, his mouth was dry, his legs shaking. "Well... You can keep it if you want." Rose looked at him, and was well aware he was shaking nervously. "Thanks" she replied, giving him a brief sweet smile. She carefully inserted the piece of paper into her bag, swung it on her shoulder, and walked away. Damien couldn't help but notice the way she strode away so elegently...
As Damien trudged home through the pine tree lined street, passing neatly pruned and trimmed gardens, he was deeper in thought than he could ever recall. All he could think about was Rose. She was so magnificent. So beautiful. So perfect. But such a gorgeous girl would always be so out of his reach. He knew that. It was so obvious to him. He had no friends... Damiens deep thought session was pierced by passing arseholes "Screw you, dirty emo!" Some guy called out, hanging out of a car window. "Why must everyone hate me?" Damien thought to himself, "Maybe I should just go die..." His thought of death was interupted by something else. Or more rather, someone else. He couldn't believe it. Rose had actually interupted his thoughts.
Damien reached home within what seemed minutes. His thoughts all simply dwelt on Rose. Casualy, he trudged through the neatly trimmed front garden, remaining oblivious to the presence of his mother working away on her knees, weeding the lawn, and walked through the snow white front door. All the rooms inside Damiens house where well ornamented, the calm feeling from the pale cream walls, sunlight gleaming through the windows. All the rooms, except Damien's. He had covered all the walls in drawings, poems, posters and lyrics. Layers upon layers of paper, so much so he couldnt actually remember if he had windows. Damien collapsed on his bed. All he could think about was Rose...
After a few days, Damien began to fall further and further into depression, Rose never sat next to him, only when she had no choice. She only ever gave him a brief smile, but soon she became so preocupied with her own circle of friends that she began to stop acnoledging Damien's existence. But she was his angel. As he stood be himself, isolated, avoided by all, he knew that he would one day make her his own. He finally found a reason to want to live, an ambition.
As Damien trudged home through the pine tree lined street, passing neatly pruned and trimmed gardens, he was deeper in thought than he could ever recall. All he could think about was Rose. She was so magnificent. So beautiful. So perfect. But such a gorgeous girl would always be so out of his reach. He knew that. It was so obvious to him. He had no friends... Damiens deep thought session was pierced by passing arseholes "Screw you, dirty emo!" Some guy called out, hanging out of a car window. "Why must everyone hate me?" Damien thought to himself, "Maybe I should just go die..." His thought of death was interupted by something else. Or more rather, someone else. He couldn't believe it. Rose had actually interupted his thoughts.
Damien reached home within what seemed minutes. His thoughts all simply dwelt on Rose. Casualy, he trudged through the neatly trimmed front garden, remaining oblivious to the presence of his mother working away on her knees, weeding the lawn, and walked through the snow white front door. All the rooms inside Damiens house where well ornamented, the calm feeling from the pale cream walls, sunlight gleaming through the windows. All the rooms, except Damien's. He had covered all the walls in drawings, poems, posters and lyrics. Layers upon layers of paper, so much so he couldnt actually remember if he had windows. Damien collapsed on his bed. All he could think about was Rose...
After a few days, Damien began to fall further and further into depression, Rose never sat next to him, only when she had no choice. She only ever gave him a brief smile, but soon she became so preocupied with her own circle of friends that she began to stop acnoledging Damien's existence. But she was his angel. As he stood be himself, isolated, avoided by all, he knew that he would one day make her his own. He finally found a reason to want to live, an ambition.