I'm Hidden in Plain Sight by Zelda85044, literature
Literature
I'm Hidden in Plain Sight
I'm Hidden in Plain Sight
I am hiding
out in the open,
shadows cast
without anyone
knowing.
Doors are shut,
though appearances
deceive,
stating otherwise.
They think I'm
an open book-
but have yet to see
how many pages are
inside.
There are chapters
missing from
those not willing
to open their eyes.
Reading is hard
if you don't
pay close attention.
I know they don't
pay close
attention to me.
I am a riddle,
whose answer lies
right in front of you.
Not in shades of
black, white, or grey-
but in pink, purple, and blue.
But many read me in
standard form,
then
scratch their heads
wondering,
saying:
"Where did we go wrong?"
I'll reveal m
Dirty Little Secrets
Part 14
It was 9 somethinglate, and New York City was beginning to stir.
We were at a five and dime diner, a deserted looking place, and had taken the window seat which overlooked Broadway. The food was pricey. Not surprised. Bette didn't mind. Again, not surprised.
My main question was, though, what was happening behind those brilliant blue eyes of hers? What was she up to? She was quiet the entire drive over here. She knew something? Something about Monique and about that night, and it was unsettling for me that she didn't come right out and say it. No, instead she'd just rather take me out for some burgers a
Dirty Little Secrets
Part 13
I was somewhere bright. White.
I awoke, my eyes flooded with luminescence and there she was; a grey, dreamlike figure that gradually faded into colourit wasn't Monique.
Dazed and confused, I tried propping myself up off the white chesterfield? Odd, being that the last thing I remember I was standing outside Bette's apartment door. Did she carry me inside?
"Finally."
Her voice broke the nonexistent silence in my head; my eyes rolling from the sudden surge of pain, it felt like I'd taken a few blows from a sledgehammer. No, she probably dragged me in here.
I sat up straight, trying to take in everythin
Dirty Little Secrets
Part 12
I parked the car, got out, and took one step into the shadows of the rundown apartment building. A shiver coursed through my spine.
In the distance, sirens wailed, along with what sounded like gunshots being fired. As I neared the main entrance, I stirred the interests of the neighbors' dogs; their chains taut as they snapped their massive jaws from behind the wrought iron fence. I didn't hesitate to step inside.
It was dark, unwelcoming.
The floorboards were covered in dust, creaking every now and then. A musty-old smell made my nose twitch. I took a good look around, the lobby felt haunted. Not a soul in s
Dirty Little Secrets
Part 11
I read somewhere that you can learn a lot about a girl by how they talkthe words they choose and how they use them. I don't know if that's true or not, probably the latter if that girl was Robin Fremont.
Look at it this way, she's been living here for how long? Three days? Four? It doesn't really matter, for me it still feels like a stranger's sleeping across the hall. She talks, yes, but rarely about herself. If anything, I've only learnt three things about our new British roommate. One: she makes long-distance phone calls at four in the morning. Two: she pronounces the word "think" as "fink." Three: sh
Dirty Little Secrets
Part 10
A month passed like it was nothing.
Marnie left, as planned. And Chuck found out the next morning, also as planned. But on a day like today, I missed having her redheaded-ness light up the apartment; listening to the rain knock against the screen door slowly started to irritate me. To make matters worst, our new roommate was supposed to move in today. Some dude called, Robin Fremontjust his name alone sounded stingy and snobbish.
The phone rang. I answered.
"Hey Chucky, I"
"It's Ryder," I droned tiredly.
"Oh well um is he there, because he's not answering his cell?"
Chuck was
Dirty Little Secrets
Part 9
"How could you do this," I whispered to myself.
Back there, at the club, something in me simply snapped. This wouldn't be the first time that that had happened.
"Hmm Did you say something," Chlo piped up beside me. It was close to midnight, and yet it was still bright outNew York's city lights illuminating the scar on Chlo's cheek as we came up to a busy intersection. Another red light.
"It's nothing," I told her. She scoffs, "It's always nothing isn't it, Ryder "
I didn't reply.
"So we gonna talk or what," she said seconds later. I tightened my grip on the ste
Dirty Little Secrets
Part 8
"Are you doing this because of what happened last night?"
With a warm cup of tea in her hand and a box of Kleenex on her lap, Marnie sat across from me at the dining table as I tried to make sense of the whole situation.
"Yes and no "
"Well, which is it," I asked. The idea of waking up tomorrow to an empty bedroom across the hall was still hard to grasp, especially since it could soon be a reality. I needed a straight answer.
"It's hard to explain," she finally said before blowing into her tissue.
"Listen," I started. "If you're moving out because of Miranda"
She stared up at me with a con