engl202----Draft 2--------at least 500 words----make sure you could finish on time

Sierra Johnson

2/11/16

ENGL 202

Draft 2

1.) Numb.

I haven’t slept in two entire days. Trying entices a jagged memory... We all were doing it, everyone in the world. Everyone except Mom and Dad. Chelsea told me it would help, I had make the mistake of divulging my emotional strife. I was down, dreary, falling, drowning.

Everything was irrelevant. Nothing mattered. Chelsea said it would help,

I believed it really would. No… Actually I didn’t trust her.

It was Brian who I wanted to do it for; No. No, it was

Brian I believed when he said it would make me

Feel again. He picked me up after school, I

Told my parents I was with friends. It

Wasn’t exactly a Lie. He brushed the

Hair from my face, like in a sappy movie.

I still felt numb. I wanted to feel like fire,

Like I was supposed to when an attractive

Man got so close. He brought out a tiny

Bag, the contents resembling baby powder

My doting mommy and daddy would fluff

Into my diaper as a baby. If only they saw

This coming. Brian…Pulling my clenched

Fist open. Holding the remaining limp

Hand in his, ‘Trust me’. I would have

Trusted the Devil right then if

He had said I could

Have my life back.

This is what I was

Promised… Right?

He pressed a bit

Into his Fingertips.

Brian’s mouth

Nearly

Touching

My

Throat.

I wonder

If he

Felt my

Steady

Pulse,

Remain

So.

Spreading

The substance

Under my lower

Lip.

Into the pink

I

Think

That’s

When

I

Felt

Again.

2.) I see a lot in a day, though socially I am

Lacking, in my observation skills are

Fine-tuned. Usually twice a day is all the

Attention I get. Sometimes just once.

And that’s only when I am hard at

Work. My Job isn’t so bad. I’m a sanitary

Worker. I simply have to scrub these white

Square tiles, that resemble the tiles in my

Home, except much smaller. They’re actually

Yellow when I receive them, but after they’re

Pretty white. I also scrub this pink substance

Around the tiles too. Sometimes I have to

Get little bits of green or brown or white stuff

Too, that’s probably the worst part of my job.

Anyway. That doesn’t take too long, usually

About two minutes per shift. Other than that

I normally relax all day, occasionally

Interrupted by the tile bearing animals. They

Will do things like look into their reflection

Or sit on the

White splashy

Bowl whilst

Making grunting

Noises.

Sometimes

They’ll

Take off their

Coverings and

Use the water

Spout, screeching

Out noises similar

To the Sounds

That come from

My friend named

Radio. When

The animals

Aren’t there

It gets

Dark most

Of the time.

Shadows,

Cast on

Different

Shadows.

It passes

The time to

Imagine I

Could

Move on my

Own one

Day.

3.) Beautiful.

Taking her in is all legs and no skirt

Her skin is porcelain, her eyes are fire.

She purses her lips, she crinkles her brow

Looking into the mirror, criticize.

Words cross her lips, I don’t understand them.

I’m. So. Fat. Can she not see her beauty?

From her plunging neckline to her high heels,

She insults what most women would kill for.

Her sunshine tresses reach her middle back.

She applies charcoal black to her eyelids.

Why does she break herself down? It hurts me.

I wonder what it would be like, I wish

I could be so naïve, to have beauty.

And also to trash it with so much force.