THE PAIN OF THE LEFT

Another day came,

Billie somehow stays sane.

Leaves her house with cheek kisses and a smile,

But we know it only lasted a while.

Every step felt heavier than the last,

Although Billie doesn't want to, school is a must.

But - their school holds too much,

Flooding her senses, cannot be held down by a latch.

'Bear it.' Billie thinks,

Familiar gates making her heart shrink.

A smile to fool, plastered on her face

As she pass by teachers, students, and her teammates.

(Photo not mine.)

Billie:

"Good Morning."

"Have a great day."

"See you in class."

'Fake' , she taunts herself.

Once she enter the school doors, her smile fell.

The familiarity getting to her,

Stinging eyes, her gaze fell lower.

As Billie walk silently,

Through hallways full of memory.

Her heart aches painfully,

As her world felt nothing but dark and lonely.

In the midst of her walk,

A stranger stopped to talk.

Billie stood, her interest low,

But little does she know.

Jack, her bully, stood still

Words stuck in his throat, betraying his will.

Billie despised Jack for the unending embarassment,

But she takes it in silence, all his torment.

As children, Billie used to adore Jack.

But that's all it was , a crush from way back.

Jack: (*nervous*)

"Hey... uhh, Billie right?"

A scoff left Billie,

Probably because he never called her 'Billie' .

He always made fun of her,

Thankfully Ace was there to cool the weather.

Billie: (*uninterested*)

"Yeah."

Billie started feeling -- anger?

At the thought of those hardships Jack caused Ace and her.

Jack: (*nervous*)

"I just\-, uhh... I just wanted to say that\-"

(*pause*)

"\-you look pretty today."

Billie's anger quickly changed into pain,

Those words that Ace would say to start her day.

Billie: (*uninterested*)

"Thanks."

Jack senses her shift in mood,

Regretting the fact that he made a wrong move.

Jack: (*checks watch*)

"Oh, it's almost time. See ya' around, yeah?"

(*runs aways*)

Billie: (*uninterested*)

"Tch, Weirdo."

As classes come and go

And time pass by,

Billie no longer feels thrilled no matter how much she tries.

Art class came,

The subject her and Ace were famed.

The best of the best they were,

Often times they competed each other.

At the end of the day, they'd still be friends,

So strong that even art can not end.

A blank canvas, Billie stares

Emotions spiking, pain have flared.

Her hand shaking, a brush in between

With angry strokes, lines finally seen.

At the corner of the room,

One's curiousity bloomed.

T'was Jack peeping through,

But what he saw made him blue.

Billie's hand, moving swiftly

Brush on canvas, not landing gently.

Every stroke of pain,

Leaving marks and stains.

It's painter silent, sullen she sat

Her eyes growing red by the tears held back...

When class had ended and everyone was leaving,

Not even caring, she just started walking.

Jack left behind, quietly waiting

Hoping to take a sneak of Billie's painting.

The room cleared, he was now alone

Went straight towards the painting's throne.

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