We sit on the roof top, both of us just staring off into the sky and the sunset, the colors mixing together creating this feeling that lets us fall into deep thought by each others side.
The second morning after I cam
We in, he sat in silence and then he wrapped me in a hug and that was that.
"Why? Why the hell did you do it? You really just wanted to see me that bad didn't you?" Patrick finally said. "God dammit. You could have just visited during visiting hours don't you know that? You didn't have to try and kill yourself to visit me."
I turned to him. I could sence his anger, but at the same time, it still sucked.
"You bastard. You selffish ass hole. I tried to kill myself because I was fucking done. Because I didn't want to breath! I WANTED TO DIE. I STILL WANT TO."
"No. You don't. Even if you do want to I don't care because your going to live. I don't care if i just met you, your still gonna live. OKAY? SO STOP IT AND JUST LIVE YOUR DAMN LIFE TO THE FUCKING FULLEST!"
"Your an asshole." I stated staring at him with beady eyes daring him to say something.
But he spoke. "And your self centered." Patrick took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
"I am too. I didn't mean it...I'm sorry."
"Come here." He said pulling me in for a side hug. "You gonna be okay?"
"I will be. One day." I smile slightly.
Patrick then kissed my head.
It supirsed me, it was sweet. I think he was only doing it to let me know he was there though. It wasn't like he liked me or anything. He just was doing it to be friendly. thats it.
It made me feel warm.
I'm sorry Ellena. I shouldn't have tried to die.
Maybe I will be okay.
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Skinny Girls// a short story
Teen FictionOne thing lead to another and soon enough she was head over heels in love with idea of being perfect.
