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Pen Your Pride

After the strange occurence, I wanted nothing more than to break down in tears. I couldn't talk to anybody about what had happened, or I would die. Even if I was allowed to confide in somebody, anyone in their right mind would drag me straight to the nuthouse. 

Zoe, maybe you are crazy. I told myself. But I remembered the glass piercing my skin, the feeling of wishing I could die in all of the pain, the blood... I could never have imagined or dreamt any of that. It was all too vivid and real. Not to mention the boys - I don't think it would be possible to imagine anybody as cocky and annoying as Damian.  

I was so exhausted. Burying my face in the pillow, I closed my eyes to try and escape the mess I had somehow been destined to get myself into. I felt somebody poke my cheek and I yelped.

"Wakey wakey, Zoe." It was Michael - again.

I groaned. "Can't you let me sleep? It's been a long morning."

Michael shook his head. "The morning has just started. You have to pretend like the events from before never happened."

I lifted my head from the pillow. "How am I supposed to act like I didn't almost die this morning? How am I supposed to act like I don't have two weird guys popping into my house whenever they please?! Can't you at least have the decency to use the front door like everybody else? Have you ever heard of this thing called privacy?!" I yelled at him. "I might as well just take a gun and kill myself now."

He looked nervous. "If the privacy thing makes you that uncomfortable I promise I'll use the front door next time..."

I wanted to scream. "You've got to be kidding me."

Michael looked around the room as if he had no clue why I was getting upset. "Teenage girls are confusing." 

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to find any inch of patience I had left in my body. "I am going to freaking die in less than 31 days. Is there anything confusing about that?!" I sighed. "There's no possible way that I'll find true love in a month. I don't know what the hell true love even has to do with fixing this mess anyways."

"I can explain. The rule book says finding true love-"

"I don't freaking care what your rule book says. What does your rule book say about me killing myself right here and now?"

I almost felt sorry for the poor guy, he looked like he would rather be at the fiery gates of Hell than in that room with me, but I had to get my anger out somehow. "Well, the book says..." Michael paused. "That was a trick question, wasn't it?"

"You're starting to catch on."

"Look, I know that this must be tough for you. Just stay hopeful and optimistic. You never know when you might find true love. I have faith in you, Zoe."

Biting my lip, I decided to ask him a question. "I'm only 18. I've hardly even had a serious relationship before. Finding true love was something I never really thought I'd have to worry about for years. But now it's a life or death situation. Do you think that it's actually possible to be in love at my age?"

Michael nodded. He looked as though he were remembering something from a long, long time ago. "Even though I'll always look 18 years old, there was a time when I actually was 18."

"And you fell in love?"

He simply nodded again, and looked lost in thought.

I decided not to press him for details. I had already been rude to him ever since the morning had 'restarted'.

"Love is giving you a second chance at life. Even if you don't find it in time, it's not the end of everything."

I was going to point out the fact that it literally would be the end of everything, considering I would be dead. But I kept my mouth shut.

"Now you better start getting ready for school, Zoe." He told me. "I'll check on you later if you need me. And this time, I'll come to the door first."

I laughed. "Thank you Michael."

"Drive carefully this time!" 

"Ouch." I said pretending to wince.

"Too soon?" Michael asked me.

I nodded with a small laugh. "Too soon." 

And with that, he waved goodbye, leaving me to get ready for the morning of December 1st - for the second time.

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