Bridge to Nowhere // Prompt 1
Wisdom tells me to turn away Broken once, it's all the same My arms will grow Chest expanding Of all the boys you could have landed Why'd it have to be me?
Of all the things that Riley wished for, she wished for others the most. It was something she never shared with another soul, not one other person knew this about her. She put up a strong, confused front in order to protect herself from what she thought was the inevitable. She didn’t want to be forgotten, to be known as something less then herself, something that didn’t even matter. She acted out in order to get noticed but it wasn’t who she was. Still, that’s who she became and so she embraced the role. The one thing she wished for the most is recognition, for at least one person to see who for whom she really was, a task that Riley deemed impossible.
She drowned herself only to see who would jump into the water with her. Unfortunately for Judah Dalton, he became that person; the one who fell into Riley’s emotional whirlwind. The one thing Riley regrets is that no matter how hard she tried, she just could not fall in love with the boy. She just couldn’t. How could someone who doesn’t love herself fall in love with someone else? So Riley did what she did best: she pretended to get what she wanted. And what she wanted is what she got. She was an abuser to the highest definition of the word, someone who took what they wanted and left nothing behind. No matter how you sliced it, Riley was using Judah to get what she wanted. When he walked away she didn’t blame him, in fact she praised the fact that he did.
Because the Siren does not apologize to the seamen for how they listened to her song; they should know that her song is only an illusion, a rouse to get what she wants. She is broken from the start, a soul that has never been full and never will be. She is destined to be broken so she breaks herself before the world gets a chance. She figures this is the best path for her; that she might as well give up on the world before it gives up on her. She has never been given anything so she takes it all. But in the lonely hours, in the solitude, she cries herself to sleep. She watches cheesy romantic comedies and images herself in them, knowing full well she will never have a love like that. Because she knows that is the only happiness she will ever be and each time she thinks things will get better, they only get worse. So she has no ambitions, no reasons to still be walking on this earth; the only thing that keeps her afloat is the undying human need to breathe. So she takes a breath and every time hopes it will mean something. But it never does and it never will. She knows it and each time a part of her recognizes this fact, another part of her dies just a little. Just a little break here or there and soon she is falling with no one to catch her. It’s just how she likes it.
