Illegal Love Letters

8. PROM

He was nice. He helped me. He really helped me. Asking those stupid questions that made me think about anything else but my anxiety attack.

But that does not change the fact that he may be an idiot. I mean, he played Jaycee. He can be nice but he still a player.

I am now at my bed. He brought me here, making sure I was okay, after taking me to the nurses office. There they make me swallow a pill, a tranquilizer. And sent me to relax at my room. I cannot get out after a nurse come and tell me I am able to the normal life again.

It sucks because I am good now. I am used to my panic attacks. Sad but true.

Having one it does not paralyze my whole day. I mean, it is obvious, I will be nervous and tired the rest of the day. But I can still do things.

They will not let me eat nor go to therapy group. They will send me someone to eat with me. I guess Jaycee will be a volunteer for bringing my food and eat with me.

The only requirement is that, the person sent, cannot be one with eating disorders. Because those must eat in front of the staff to make sure they eat.

Jaycee must be excited to hear how it goes with her ex. Poor Jaycee, I did not help that much. What he said was that Jaycee was not an ex exactly, because they never dated. That that was never a love story.

How the fuck can I tell her that? It would break her even more.

I do not know how I would afront it. How would she react?

I remember my first crush, Brent. Brent was also the name of the boy that I meet this morning I think.

Brent was my neighbor when I was living in a small town, the entire childhood. I moved when I was 15, when I was hospitalized for the first time. And my parents decided that the best for the family was moving closer to the hospital, so they can visit me easier that way.

He was also my first kiss. I remember everything. His prom day. I was younger than him. We were like best friends. But we kinda liked each other. 

We grew up together being neighbors, so our families know that we were close.

He never knew why I left. We left when he was at the university, so he only know that we moved, and not why. Anyway we still have our numbers. I did not want him to know my problems. He knew I was not at my best. But he did not know I was that bad.

     ''You look great'' .He says, with a genuine smile, looking at me with a tender look in his eyes.

He looks like a God; his dark skin is brighter than ever, and his grey suit makes him even more handsome. My green dress combines with his, also green, tie. We talked about what we were going to wear like a month ago. But we never saw each other outfit.

He is standing in my room, while Im sitting in my bed, putting on my black high-heels shoes.

When Im ready, he gave me one flower, and put in my braid.

     ''Wait, I'll take a photo''. A photo of my braid.

The flower is a rose. Red.

The photo it's so cute, making me smile, so does he.

He take my hand and gave it a kiss. Hes joking, but I blushed.

     ''Ready?.'' I nod.

We go downstairs, he still taking me by the hand, making sure I did not fell.

     ''Oh My God, Ari!'' shout my mother as soon as she sees me ''You look like a princess''.