Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

My First...
"Your first is always the sweetest", I have always  heard people joke, however for me it was true. I thought about her often, it was her pale wet skin that replayed over and over in my head. 
The way it seemed to melt off of her, one charred breast while the other remained untouched, and the smell of it all is forever etched in my brain. Its not something you can easily forget. 
I think about her eyes a lot lately too. One second they're full of sparkle, and life. The next, it's empty, like a shell of what once was. 
I could say that those moments haunted me, however that word illicits distaste of a situation, when in fact, I feel pleasure. That night changed me, hell, it changed us all. 
Sometimes when you're the one always behind the camera, it feels as if you're invisible. Invisible was my comfort zone, then she effortlessly stumbled upon us. Our intentions were pure, then things took a grave turn. 
For the first time I felt alive, we all did. This was the begining of something that was bigger than us. I was no longer invisible, I would say that I stepped out of my comfort zone that night, but it was more like I jumped. That is truly when the magic happened.