A little story...

She looked at the plastic screen before her, a conversation opened up a cross her eyes while a blinking orange popped up in the blue.
As she read, she realized how the relationships in her life had never been stable. She had always been insecure about her actions, feeling like maybe she had kept her thoughts, her fears, her life too much to herself, and for such reason, no one had ever seen her completely.
It wasn’t fair to expect people to like her just because something inside had been breaking, they never had and things didn’t change by the simple thought of it, actions had to be taken in hands. But she just froze to the core when it came to trying, she had no idea of how to speak up; she never had.
She knew she wasn’t alone and still she felt alone and lonely, and scared. Frighten, actually. Petrified, terrified… She was scared she couldn’t make the deal, that she could just, break down and not be able to have this normal that she had gotten so used to. She was scared of losing the people she cared for because she just wasn’t able to be a girl and talk about the voices in her head.
She should have been ready for this happening; it was the only situation her general, un-conflicted life had thought her; after 15 years surrounded by girls she should know better than to deal with them. She felt intimidated by the girls in her group, and she knew this was silly; they were the only ones she had been able to really talk to, not just everyday conversation but real talk. She had loved them, they had shared. Maybe that was the problem, maybe there was no problem, maybe she was the problem. Most likely anyway.
Here’s the thing; she just couldn’t face the fact that if she didn’t overcome this she was going to be in like a lot, a lot of trouble. She knew that it would be hard, and that even if it was made in the most selfish form of expression, she had to make a change.
Because she didn’t want to be the talking to herself 20 years from now, and she didn’t want to be the girl that depends on a guy that forgets about other people for weeks at a time, and making friends sounded terrific, but absolutely unreliable for a plan.
The one and sole truth was terrible, human and completely expected; she was afraid, and this time, it really wasn’t going away.
This is what happened to the cherry!! She was such a good fruit, so quiet... @ deviant art.