Grenade

I Don't Know Why

I walked through the hallway, keeping my head up. I could see Joe, waiting for me. He opened his arms as I walked closer.

"I love you! I miss you!" He said, grinning. I walked past him, signing my name on the paper as well.

"I don't know why." I calmly said, adjusting my backpack strap. He just looked at me, a little confused.

"I did this to help you." He said, grabbing my shoulder gently. I jumped and slapped it away. Hard.

"Do not touch me." I glared at him. I could see he was hurt, but I was too. Probably more than him.

"Babe," He started. I held my hand up. I don't need him getting suspicious and asking questions. If he found this out, he would hate himself.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, pushing my hair back. He just nodded a little.

"Let's take a look at that body now." He smirked a little. I blinked as he did, all of the horrible memories coming back. They became even more vivid when he gently touched my skin to spin me.

"Stop it!" I screamed, roughly shoving him back. He stumbled into the front desk, catching himself quickly. I spun around and ran outside. I could feel hot tears rolling down my face as I kept running down the street. I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop.

If I did, I might get caught.
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Okay, I know I hate drama. But in my mind, I had to add this. Maybe it's my way to cope and deal with everything.

Anyways!! The first few words were actually lyrics to a song I've been listening to called This Vanity by a local band called Phao. Those lyrics were the inspiration to write this.
Also; when Christa asked what we should call the sequel, I had to say Grenade. No, I haven't heard Bruno Mars version. Aha Phao sang it at a concert :)

Anyways! I'll shut up!!

-Ashley Dawn