24 hours

hour 6

12:00 am

i put all the notes in a basket

and set it by my bed

i lay on the bed and blast music

i tune out all of my surroundings

i close my eyes and get away from reality

i walk to the bathroom and grab my bag of razors

i remove the blades

i don't use them on my skin

i can't

i walk over to my bed and sit

the razors in my hand

my head says yes

suddenly i hear something hit my window

i open the shutters and open the window

i look down and see a boy

not just a boy

the boy i love

"let me in!"

he wishes

wish granted

i walk down the stairs and to the front door

he stands there with a beautiful smile

he has one of those smiles that you have a picture of

in your mind

you can't forget it

because it's so

full of hope and love

"so, how's your day been?"

"it's 1:00 in the morning, what do you mean how's my day been?"

"sorry"

"no it's fine, here i'll make you some cocoa"

i take his hand and walk him through the house

we pass the pictures on the walls

and he glances at each one

"well, this is cute"

he pushes his brown silky hair back and points to

a photograph of me

"yeah? i was four"

i let him take a seat and i grab some cocoa mix

i put the pot on the oven and boil the water

"why don't you just cook it in the microwave?"

he asks, politely

"i like the taste better when i use the stove and it

cooking this way makes me feel like a chef"

"you sure are unusual"

silence

"in a good way"

i laugh at the unintentional insult

i try not to take it to heart, but everything seems to

hurt nowadays

i stand in a white tank top and baggy black shorts

my hair in a loose ponytail and i still have eyeliner

and mascara on

so at least i look decent?

he smiles at me while i make his beverage

i glance over and he raises an eyebrow

"what are you looking at?"

"you"

"why?"

"because i'm in love with you"

1:00 am