Damaged

He sees his now broken reflection in the mirror. One boy torn between two faces. Who he was and who he is. Every morning he wakes up realizing time and time again that this life is no longer the same. That when he walks down those crowded halls he knows that they stare. He knows that their eyes glance the slightest glance in his direction because they all know what happened. But who he doesn't see is the young lady in the back. Who doesn't stare because he is different now, but because he is more beautiful then he was then.
With a torn heart she watches form the distance, Waiting to be noticed. But when she is its to late. She has fallen. His mind is made up. She tries to convince him that he is truly talented. In all that she sees in him she cant show him his potential. She hopes he listens to her words. Wishes he would let her in.
The voices fade as he closes his eyes. The only one he sees is that girl he never listened to. As he reaches for the only escape he has. The telephone. His hand falls short. All this and it becomes to late.
He gasps for one last breath of air. Realizes that he is still tangled in between his sheets. He wakes with tear filled eyes, a heart thankful for this second chance and the picture of her face imprinted in his mind.
He no longer sees them look. He no longer listens to their whispers he only sees her. The girl who gave him a second chance.