If only I was her...
Maybe I would have the guy.
If only I was beautiful...
Maybe I would have the guy.
If only I was smart...
Maybe I would have the guy.
If only I was popular...
Maybe I would have the guy.
If only I wasn't depressed...
Maybe I wou...
Heh...I remember when I had brown hair before I dyed it blonde...
I now felt hot tears streaming down my face. I continue to look in the box.
I pulled out a locket...
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My favorite color....blue....
I opened the locket and on one side was a picture of me when I was 6 and him at 14.
I looked farther down in the box and see a note.
Another note? Heh how many am I going to get?
It was folded so I pick it up and unfold it...
Note...
Dear my much loved sister Angela,
So today in class, we were told to write a note to our future selves. I asked if I could write one to future you. Don't you feel special! Anyways, Angela I wanted to say I love you very much. You probably won't read this until I've died or something, because I can possibly die before you knowing I'm older. But whenever your reading this, please know I'm always here, dead or alive. I want you to live a happy life with or without me. Even though mom and dad were never here for us, I want to be there for you. Even if we get into petty fights, we always make up. Ang you don't know how much I love you. I love you to the point, that I would take a bullet for you. I put this letter in a box, saying "Angela and Jake's memories". How do I know this? Because I'm doing it when I get home! I'm going to keep putting memories in this box u til the day I die and you will have everything from when we were growing up! I already have some pictures in here, and a locket. This locket will remind you of every time we get separated, I'm always here. This is the end of the not and whenever you want to remember me, I am ALWAYS right here in this locket. Please wear the locket for me. I love you with all my heart. Goodbye Angie.
Signed, 14 year-old Jake
P.S. LOVE YOU ANGELA! <3
End...
I look down at the note and notice little wet spots from my tears. I put the note on the floor and put the locket around my neck.
I wiped away some tears and managed to start singing...
(PLAY SONG AT TOP NOW!!) (Also I know Ed (a boy) sings it but just imagine a girl singing it)
Song...
Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home
Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know, know I swear it will get easier, Remember that with every piece of you Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die
Hm, we keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me That's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home
You can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone, "Wait for me to come home."
End of song...
Tears were not streaming down my face and Blake had picked the lock to my room. I turn around to face him and he runs to me and hugs me lifting me out of my chair.
I hug back. I hear him saying, "It's going to be alright....your going to be fine...I'm here now...Jake is always with us....I'm here shhhh....." and I just cry into his shirt.
I know some people might be saying, "You have to get over it sometime!" But actually....no.
No you don't.
You can grieve about it all your life.
You have to move on with life, yes.
But you don't have to forget.
I will never forget about my big brother.
He will always be in my heart.
Dead or alive.
Even if....even if Heaven isn't a real place and Jake is a ghost roaming he streets trying to find me, lost, in this cruel world.
Jake, if your out there, anywhere, please come back. Please.....I miss you.....I need you...
[Mhmm...again.....wow..... I never thought I would write like this. I guess just lost up in the moment. Well...thanks for reading.
Will Angela and Blake ever see each other again after Angela moves? Is Jake a ghost? Will Angela ever get better on her feet? So many question to be answered.....but no one has the answers......
