Blank Page – Casey had no idea what she was going to write about today. Everything was too raw. (Rating: PG, Genre: General)
Casey stared at the blank page of her diary, pen tapping against the page impatiently.
There was stuff she wanted to write. She could feel it in her thoughts, they had been rummaging around her brain for days, wanting to be released onto the cold comfort of the thick pages of her diary.
But where to start?
Did she start with Carol dumping her? Or did she start with the hurt that she felt in her chest? Or the memories of that first date with Carol, almost three months ago.
No, she thought. She could feel the pain, it was too raw, to much to try and face. To write it down would be to have to look it head on and admit that she had screwed up. Both of them had, really. It wasn’t a case of blame, just a case of two people who wanted two different things in life.
Carol wanted to succeed. She wanted to do business, be the next CEO of five top FTSE companies and have a successful career as a business lecturer to boot.
I don’t know, she thought, pen scrawling a doodle across the page. There were pages like this, where she didn’t know what to write so she just let her thoughts spin out as her pen danced across the page.
She drew a vortex, swirling out of the centre of the page. It was filled with thick black biro, dark and heavy, indenting the page with her heavy hand.
“I don’t know,” she sighed, resting her pen on her page.
At the end of the vortex was a tiny pinprick of white page left against a background of black biro. The light at the end of the tunnel.
I don’t know, she thought, colouring in the last piece of white paper, I don’t know what I want to do.