Words Can Bring Me Down


The washroom door bursts open as Amelia rushes in with the strong urge to throw up, but her empty stomach brings out nothing. Her tears fall onto her pencil skirt, creating dark gray spots wherever they touch, and her nose waters like one of a child in the cold. She knows she can’t do anything about it, they will never be the same again.

8 hours ago

Amelia hummed to the beat of her favorite pop song, as she typed away an email to someone she’d never met before. The sound of her typing on the keys added a sort of rhythmic beat to her song, as she continued humming, and started to tap her feet.

Many people passed her small cubicle that afternoon. She’d meet the eyes of men in gray suits with beards so white it could pierce your eyes, and middle aged women in extremely precarious heels and expensive perfume. But every now and then, she’d fidget with the brown file in her hands, the bold print just sending shivers down her spine. Once in awhile she’d glance up to see who was passing, her light green eyes darting here and there to catch a glimpse of someone new. She knew most of her glances were all meant for that one person. The one who’d stolen her heart 6 months ago. He sat 15 meters across her cubicle, his hair messed around his head, with a constant expression of being engrossed in a story. If she was lucky, she’d often catch a quick smile whenever he’d finish a good part in his article.

But today wasn’t one of those days. She glanced at his desk once again to look out for him, and found herself looking at a merely new couple making out like idiots in a workplace. She could only see the back of the woman’s head, her highlights straight like sticks against her back. Her blue dress hugged her skinny figure, and her bony arms wrapped around a man, whom she couldn’t seem to figure out at first sight.

Her impatient humming stopped the moment they pulled away, and she laid eyes on them both, his brown eyes sparkling as he spoke, while her bright red lipstick complemented her face as she giggled.

Amelia felt the sudden tumble of her heart drop to the floor, it’s beat dying at every little kiss the Caleb and the woman shared in each other’s arms. Her cheeks burned, and her vision started to blur with the forming of tears. She rushed off her chair to the bathroom, her feet sticky on the cold marble floor.

She hated to walk with her heels around the office, the clacking of it’s small tip on the floor would send her into a fit of swears. Only Caleb could stop her fits, whenever they occurred. Sometimes, when desperate for his attention, she’d wear her heels and walk around, sometimes even overdo the swearing.

“You know how much I love you getting mad Amie-bee, but just take it down a notch? Please?” he’d say with his big brown eyes. If she’d still be mad, he’d add on with a “for me?” and act like a tantrum throwing toddler, but he knew she’d always say yes. He’d known her for 2 years, and in that time, they had gotten to know each other well. At least she thought she knew him well.

She stumbled into the ladies’ room, and her legs felt like they’d give away any minute, unable to hold the burden of losing him. She turned towards the mirror and could see her eyes were close to overflowing with tears. Quickly enough, she grabbed a tissue and soaked the tears near her tear ducts. One couldn’t tell if her cheeks were burning red, but her nose had started to pop out like those red tomatoes one would see in salads.

She turned on the tap, and put her hands under the coolness of the flowing tap water, her pink-sparkly nails glistening in the light of the room. She looked at them in sadness, remembering how Caleb had made his sister get a free paint job for them. He’d even chosen the color for her, out of the 100 bottles that she’d been faced with.

Right then, a woman walked in. Her hair moved from side to side as her every step bounced in the stick thin heels she wore on her pale feet. Amelia completely knew who this woman was, she’d seen the many pictures of her at Caleb’s apartment. Her hair had been completely brown in those pictures, with soft waves at the ends, and a beautiful set of ocean blue eyes. She remembered being jealous that day he told her about Kiara.

She’s been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. All the way up to prom night, her whole dress covered in sparkles. Like you,” he’d said with a chuckle. They’d dated all through high school, until she’d broken up with him to study law out of the country. He’d been devastated when she left him, and he’d never dated a soul ever again.

Amelia watched her from the corner of her eye, drying her red hands on a towel, as Kiara opened up a bottle of mascara to re-apply to her already caked with black eyelashes. She wondered what Caleb ever saw in her, besides a woman obsessed with her looks and work. She’d even read about Kiara Meyers, second best lawyer on Jophers street, Tevalia City. Won 203 cases and lost only 2, out of which one of them was reopened 2 days ago, meaning she was in town for awhile.

She continued to watch her, until she herself came up behind Amelia to dry her hands. She caught a glimpse of Kiara’s eyes at that split second, and she felt as if those crystal-like globes had the capability of reading everything that she’d just thought. She even thought she saw a glimpse of recognition in those two blue circles, despite them never really laying eyes on each other before. Kiara’s angular chin cocked sideways, and her eyelashes fluttered as she suddenly began to speak.

“Oh my god! It is really you!” she uttered in a posh voice. Her red lips reminded Amelia of those women who spent thousands on expensive lipstick. She’d almost have fooled herself to think Kiara had blood on her lips, with her smile revealing her sharp canines, as she looked Amelia up and down.

She fiddled with the tissue in her hand as she tried her best to say with trembling lips “Sorry, who are you referring to here?”

“Oh, how silly of me” Kiara responded, a sudden triumphant look in her eyes, as she offered to shake Amelia’s hand, “I’m Caleb’s best friend. Oh! Excuse me, his girlfriend

Amelia’s hand shakingly shook the boney fingers reaching out to her, her dark skin contrasting against her pale and yet soft palm. The light of the room caused the many diamond rings to sparkle on her fingers, and the steel left it’s coolness on her warm palm.

It reminded her of the expose she’d done on this very woman 2 months ago. A lawyer who’d been hardcore on her jobs, and even let murderers go free into the city. Corrupt men who had gotten away with money laundering charges with her as their lawyer. Even her boyfriends had been extremely wealthy people. And Caleb’s recent announcement of being head of the Stories section from next week, meant she could hit the jackpot with just her advantages. The promotion’s  announcement was even on television last week, after his article on the new “Animals Bill” became successful worldwide. Being his girl would mean getting loads of attention, which is why Caleb had gotten 40 different offers from women to go on a date in the past 2 weeks.

Kiara’s blue eyes continued to sparkle as she spoke to Amelia, a sneered tone beginning to hint in her voice “I’ve heard A LOT about you Amelia. Caleb hasn’t even finished one conversation without mentioning you, his ‘Amie bee’ ”

Amelia’s eyes pointed to the floor as her cheeks started to burn with embarrassment, but she felt the sadness of how despite him giving her that special name, it never meant something to him. Kiara looked at her in awe, staring into her leaf green eyes, and Amelia tried her best to focus. She wanted to cry that very second, cry all that pain she felt that Caleb would no longer love her.

But in that moment itself, Amelia realized something. Kiara loved Caleb because of how easy going and loyal he was to the person he thought was his Kiara. It made Amelia want to look at those pretty blue eyes with spite and hate, that she’d do anything to break down that place, make Caleb open his eyes. She wanted him to see how abominable a person Kiara was, how what he thought she still was had died the day she broke up with him.

Caleb didn’t know Kiara’s ugly truth.  The expose was yet to be approved.

 He had to know.

When she finally left the bathroom, Amelia quickly sobbed a little more before heading to her own desk. She just stared at the words on her computer screen, “Kiara Meyers” written in bold as the title, as she she clicked on the “attach to email” button. The account she was using wasn’t hers, it was somebody else’s. It was someone who wanted Caleb to know the truth, to realize who his girlfriend was. One who was wanted Caleb to herself, to love and care and call her his “Amie bee”. Her fingers trembled as she wrote words she’d never imagined to ever utter in front of Caleb. Things she’d never imagined to do to Caleb.

With one final gulp of air, Amelia clicked the ‘send’ button just as she felt the turn of her chair to feel the warm feeling of Caleb’s mouth against hers.

The End

*title credit (most of it) to the Christina Aguilera song: Beautiful. Plus there are places that are fictional in this. 

And that is what I wrote a few weeks ago (after cutting half of it for English Class). I really hope you all like it, and I’d love to get some feedback. I do feel really sorry as I have barely posted a thing for a really long time, but with the stress of projects and Christmas break coming up, I have tons of drafts but nothing to ready enough to publish. I hope this can make it up 🙂

Stay Awesome 😀

Vivian ❤