Keep on Passing By

Bloop just a short story here for y'all.

Written by Silver.

Partially based off of a concept I came up with that is based off of the song Butterfly by Christina Perri.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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The girl paces in her room, her rich chocolate hair a mess, her olive skin blotchy with tears and heavy with the marks of indecision. Her clothes are rumpled, her eyes watery, and she looks as if he has not slept, eaten, or cleaned herself in days.

No one knocks on her door to check on her, even though it's been locked for a long time now.

No one sends her any messages, even though she hasn't been to school in weeks.

No one would dare to associate with a murderer.

You are not a killer, she repeats to herself. Over and over, so that she might make it real. ''You are not a killer. ''At least no one knew she was. Yet.

She tells herself she hadn't meant to, it was an accident, she didn't realize it was happening until she-

Those would be lies. And no matter what anyone said, Annie Becker is not a liar. But here she is, lying to herself and others. She also isn't- wasn't- a killer. Her entire world is turning upside down, it seems. She lies down on the floor and stares at the ceiling, her eyes swimming with fresh tears. Look what you've become, she thinks with pity for herself. She closes her eyes and thinks back, before any of this mess had even been conceived.

''"Hello," Annie said to the girl. The first thing she noticed was that this girl was pretty. So pretty, in fact, that Annie's little eighth grade mind had already begun to develop a crush. The girl smiled at her warmly. More warmly than anyone ever had before.''

''"Hey!" she said brightly. "I'm Leigh." Leigh. Annie smiled at the sound of the word. Leighleighleigh. It was beautiful and bright, just like the girl herself.''

''"A-Annie," she replied hastily, a blush developing on her cheeks. "P-pretty name."''

"Aw, thanks, Annie. Hey, can you show me where the library is? I confess I'm a little lost," Leigh said, a chuckle escaping her lips.

The girl opens her eyes and begins to bawl, sitting up. She sobs, but still no one comes to the door, no one hears her. That was the first time she had spoken to Leigh, the love of her life. But it was destined to never be. Leigh could never love her the way she did.

Annie wipes the tears from her eyes. It is done now. She should know better than to cry over something that was over and done with, she told herself. There was no use in that; it wouldn't change anything.