A Story Of A Story
I am who I am. I talk to each and every one of you everyday. I promise you that you
know me well. I will tell you a story that takes place in a particular town, where as
strange as it was, no one left, and no one entered it. It existed just as you and I did,
breathing, living, and suffering. A scream escaped Rue s lips, when she awoke
from her dream, as her hollow gray eyes darted back and forth, confirming her
surroundings. Her arms ached from a memory of excessive pain from being
beaten by her father in the dark basement of her large home. She was beaten for
being smart, silly, or kind with her friends she had made, years ago. She wanted to
be an author, but her father thought otherwise, and gave much disapprobation
towards her. He wanted her to become business woman. In fact, it was all she could
remember from her childhood, and now as a 17 year old girl, she lives with her
mom who has the starting stages of alzheimer s disease. Rue slipped out the
habiliments of her bed, and made her way through the labyrinth of her home, to the
bathroom. The wall were draped with red velvet arabesque tapestries, and the
floors were always furnished. She went out to school that cold morning, tucking
her dyed blue hair behind her ears. In class, she was bullied by Korra and Alex, for
being timid and quiet. In math class, Korra stole her notes, and threw them out the
window. She even accidently spilled drinks on Rue s clothes. During all this, Rue
never said a word, she stayed as always hunched over, seemingly lifeless, until Alex
started flirting with Eden. Whenever Eden was around, her dull face would light
up, and cheeks began to glow. He d always read stories to her, whenever they would
hang out, which made her feel like someone else, that she could be someone else.
However all she could do was suppress the tears that began to leak out her eyes,
when she sees Eden kiss Alex s cheek. Rue didn t have the power or strength to
fight for what she truly wanted in life. She truly believed that she was meant to
suffer. Once school ended, Rue began her journey back home, taking small steps
with her petite feet. A familiar voice filled with great piquancy called for her saying,
Hey! Rue, wait, I have a book I really