Don't Stand so Close //Open//

[kyra]

A small voice could be heard from a picnic bench besides the lake. It was later at night, nearly 8, so nobody else was around where she was, and that was the only reason Kyra felt safe to be here. She had sneaked out of her house when her adopted brother Dmitri was asleep. She knew he would be mad if he woke up and she was not in the bed, but lately she needed a bit of a break before she broke any more than she already had. As a result she was now singing low to herself over white notebook. She was working on lyrics to a new song, and wasn’t having much luck. Her voice was nothing amazing, but more of a softer tune. She only had a passion for the lyrics anyways. Her voice was gentle on the ears but wasn’t fit for professional singing. She sang out the two verses she was thinking could be the chorus:

“Don’t get to close
I’ll just pull away
Don’t say my name
I’ll just turn the other way

I’m not like them
I will never be
So don’t you see?
Please don’t waste time on me”

A sigh floated from her pale lips as something seemed missing. It wasn’t getting the right tone across. How could she ever write songs when she couldn’t even get a basic melody! Hard on herself as always, Kyra ran a hand through her hair. It was blonde, as half the girls in the town had that color of hair. She supposed the only real difference was that this color was natural. She had never died or highlighted her hair in the least, and planned to keep it that way. Same with her face. Makeup was a foreign thing to her and she rarely ever partook in it. Except when she had to hide bruises inflicted by Dmitri. It just wasn’t her style. She didn’t really need to do anything to her face or hair anyways. It was naturally wavy and she was satisfied with the way it fell. Well, Kyra didn’t really know if she was satisfied. If she could figure out what she looked like it would be better. She still wasn’t sure if she was really ugly or really pretty, and that bothered her. Perhaps she was just mediocre looking.

She put the pink pen back to the paper and scratched out a word before humming once more: “Don’t come so close… Don’t get so close… don’t come close... hmm…” She mumbled out loud to herself, debating whether just “don’t come close” was better than adding a ’so’ or a “get so”. She eventually nodded her head and resumed humming the whole chorus. With another sigh she voiced her disappointment. She wasn’t getting the feel she was looking for. She wanted tell the story of a girl and boy falling in love, but the girl was afraid and wanting the boy to give up on her before he was hurt.

It was hard for her, and she was thinking of just giving up in general and saving herself any more pain for this song. She had a few other ideals in mind anyways. Kyra had been sitting down for a while, and her joints were beginning to ache. She moved and stood atop the bench besides the chair and put her hands over her head, stretching backwards. Her grey tanktop came up an inch or two. The bottoms went down just a bit, exposing the top to a plain black bikini bottoms she had in case she wanted to go for a late swim. She would rather have a onepiece, but her brother wouldn't allow that. A matching jacket was besides her but she didn't feel cold enough for that. Overall the clothes were very comfortable, and that was probably why Kyra was stretching with the loud yawn.

WORDS,600 I think
notes, ...
TAGS,nobody yet
clothes, Click

[mordecai lee evans]

Mordecai walked along the side of the lake. He came here when he needed to relax, when he remembered his mother and when he felt like he needed a drink. Slowly he walked along, turning his Ipod up full blast. He was trying to get the music to drown out the thoughts of his mother, but to no avail. He didn’t cry, but he felt the oncoming depression in waves. After he got over being a alcoholic, he had turned his depression into unreleased well, depression. He felt mad at the world, why didn’t they see she was an unfit mother? Mordecai’s mouth lifted in a scowl of disgust.

Looking up at the sky, Mordecai watched a V-group of birds fly along the sky, cawing happily. Mordecai shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair again. It was funny how when he suddenly got depressed, there seemed to be mothers everywhere. He looked in a tree to see a bird feeding its babies. Mordecai scowled again but didn’t stop walking. On the side of the lake, a mother duck waddled with her baby duckling. Mordecai fought tears and kept walking.

Mordecai tapped the beat of a song on the side of his leg, the music soothing him. It was funny how the saying was right “Music calms the savage beast.” Well Mordecai wasn’t a beast, but it still calmed his emotions. Quietly he hummed along to the beat, and he watched his feet as he walked. It was always better to be alone when he needs to, and then have to deal with his father. His father was off at some bar, drinking his night away like every other night. Sighing Mordecai shook his phone, and read a text. It was a picture of his father and some blood floozy. Mordecai was disgusted, but hoped that the blonde would drive his father home.

Mordecai walked closer to the lake, feeling the shift from grass to rocks. He kicked a few off the rocks, as he quickly threw his phone back into his pants pocket. He scooped up a handful of rocks, catching dirt under his fingernails. Slowly he picked up a rock, and inspected it. He threw it into the water, watching the ripple effect. He skipped rocks, almost hitting a turtle, he cursed under his breath. Mordecai smiled, he had the aim of a girl. Once he ran out of rocks he wiped his hands, and headed away from the salty lake.