My nightmares take me home. Home to where everything had changed for the worse. The day I met Atreyu. With his lithe body and damning eyes. I wanted so much more than what I had but in the end I knew I could never have it. I deserved to be where I was now. With a heart in two pieces.
A long night with an even longer day preceding it. It’s dark and I’m at another of Cat’s wild parties.
“Hey,” I hear a voice coming from behind me. I don’t turn around. I try my best to focus. Ashden will hurt me if I talk.
Someone touches my arm and I flinch,”Did you hear me?”
“Yeah,” I relent.
“Are you ok?”
“No.”
"What's wrong?"
"Long story."
"You can tell me."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
I catch a glimpse of Ashden standing not too far away from me. He has his back to me which is good. If he saw me,I’d be dead right now. I hold my breath. I need to get away and fast.
“Can I have your number?”
“Huh?”
“Your number?”
“Yeah,” I absent mindedly write out my number on a slip of paper I had magically found in my back pocket.
“I’m Atreyu by the way.”
I look at him for real this time. How had I missed it before? He was tall and gorgeous. The guy who only existed in my dreams. What if…? What if I could be his girl friend?
My eyes snap open then. The darkness muddles my brain and I can’t tell what's real and what's not. I break down in tears. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. This wasn’t how I wanted to be remembered. To be honest, I wanted to be with Atreyu. Not Ashden. Not my fears. I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be cared about. Not hit. Not kicked. Not broken.
I reach blindly for my phone. I had to see that last message. I had to. I needed some form of comfort even though I knew I didn’t deserve any. My hand finds it in minutes. It’s cold against my sweaty palm. I bit my lip. What if I didn’t like what it said?
Atreyu- I don’t know.
Me- you should
I hold the hand in my hand, numbly staring out into space. Tears plaster my messy hair to my face. Eventually, I fall into a dark bliss as sleep overtakes me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Deadly
Historia CortaThis is the story of a dead girl. A victim of life who couldn't find salvation in anything else but a razor blade. Discover the suicide of December.