Attempt (Currently being edited)

Pt. 1

My eyes fluttered open. It was all a dream. I never killed myself! Oh thank the goodness!

"Hey rise and shine stranger," it was his voice...

Suddenly I was sitting up staring into ice blue eyes, a shiver crept down my spine. No... this cant be happening. Oh but it was. Or wasn't, I should say, it wasn't a dream this was real.

"How did I get out here?" I asked nervously.

"You passed out watching the thing," he smiled. He had a nice smile, it was a goofy, sloppy smile that took up most of his face.

"Don't make fun of me!" I pushed him away. He laughed at that.

"You're like the first person I've ever met to pass out,"

"You've met a lot of people? How long have you been here?' I inquired.

"Too long I suppose. I'm guilty of not finishing watching my thing. I think I've seen enough, but I am so indecisive I'm not sure what to do," he told me. I nodded, I wanted to know why he did it, what was in his video thing, but I knew it was too personal to ask. We didn't say much for a while, I stared at the floor, and he at his locket.

"Is that a picture of your girlfriend in there?" I pondered. He snorted and closed the locket on the necklace. I watched him carefully unsure of how he was going to react, I mean the boy tried to kill himself he could be dangerous. Wait... so could I. He bit his lip and looked at me.

"Oh darling, I would be lucky to have a girlfriend, it would be a miracle,"

"I'm sorry... Boyfriend?"

"No, I'm more into girls personally. I've never had the privilege to be with a guy. Yet, at least, I mean who know maybe I will meet an amazing guy and we will just click. But for the time being I am on the look out for a princess," I couldn't help but smile at this. It was adorable.

"So if I may ask, why the snort?"

"It's my sister, she died when I was 7. I've always carried a necklace with her picture in it," he told me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry..." I wanted to say his name but I realized we never formally introduced ourselves.

"Hey it's not your fault. This type of stuff happens. And if I had a girlfriend, well I doubt that would ever happen,"

"What makes you say that?" I was genuinely curious.

"No girl wants a depressed boy. He's weak, dependent, needy, and lame; you know any sad adjective," he shrugged, "What about you?"

"I'd take a depressed boy any day, at least he would understand me. And I have no boyfriend if that is what you are asking. My most recent ex is the reason I am here actually. So yeah," I pursed my lips and sighed. He shook his head and let out a disappointed laugh. My eyebrows knit together in confusion.