Just a somewhat outline of a story i'm writing

She realized just then how blue his eyes were. What was it that made her not realize until then? The way he was holding her in his arms? The insecurity she felt within herself? The fact that no one has ever held her this close? Why was he being so nice to her? She didn't deserve this affection from him. Tears formed in her eyes and slowly slipped down her cheek. Was she crying because she was happy or because she knew this wasn't her place? She pulled away from him. She couldn't allow herself to be happy one more time. Every time something's alright it gets destroyed right in front of her and she ends up even more broken then she was before. He calmly looked at her with his eyes only slightly narrowed in concerned. But she couldn't see the feelings he held so tightly inside because she was too focused on what she thought was good for him. Truth was he was just as broken as her but he couldn't allow anyone to know because if they did they would laugh at him and he would end up just like her. But he admired her. She was quite beautiful with her long dark blonde hair and her blue eye. Her lips were slightly darker than pink and shivering in the cold of the night air. She hugged herself tightly feeling exposed to everything. She felt like even the stars were laughing at her stupidity. It wasn't stupidity though. It was her being a human being for once. He leaned over his knees and looked closely at her.
"Do you wanna talk?" he asked. She gave him a sideways glance but looked away before they could make eye contact. She wanted to talk but he was so popular. What would he understand? Would he go to school tomorrow and laugh at her about this with all her friends?
She hopped to her feet and pulled up the hood of her school hoody, "I just wanna go home."
"You'd feel better if you would talk about it." he said. She shook off his words though.
"Just forget it. I'll walk home." she said. He hopped to his feet too.
"No, I'll take you. But I want you to know that I would listen." he said. She didn't want to get in his car. He could take her somewhere deserted and just ditch her there where anybody could kidnap her or hurt her. And all just for laughs.
"No, leave me alone."
she said quietly before she sprinted into the woods behind them. She ran hard and stumbled over several rocks and fallen limbs. She tripped over a tree stump and found herself on the damp ground. The side of her face had connected with the ground and was somewhat muddy. But she couldn't noticed the pain of her face plant into the ground because the pain in her hear was much greater. She started crying silently right there on the ground. How could she be so stupid? Why was life so wrong to her? How can people expect her to talk about her feelings when she was ashamed of having them?
The questions along with mean comments about herself spun around in her head until she fell into a peaceful dream just to awake to the nightmare the she called life. And who knew that she would awake in a cemetery?



New Chapter:


Her eyes fluttered open like the wings of the birds singing in the distance. It was somewhat dark and she was in...what? A box? She looked around the box and realized that this was no box. This was something she'd seen many times before. It was a coffin. She rose up from the coffin and frantically started climbing out of it. She was in one of those old looking buildings that are in cemeteries. She'd seen these before but never could remember what they were called. Mausoleums? She dusted off her hoody and put a hand to wear the mud on her face was last night. There was no mud. She peeked out the colored window and saw an old guy putting flowers on a tomb. She could have cried for him but she simply couldn't feel the pain of loss anymore.


Feel free to post comments about it.
My idea of this outline is to write the things I wanna write first and then skip around and then once it's done put it all in order and add in a few details, take some out and wala. Story.
I admit it's a little over emotional. I still gotta pick something as the reason she's so emotional. Well you all know she lost a lot of people she cared about so I'm thinking her dark secret could be that she killed one of them. But I do plan on some twists.
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