Lost.

Part 4

I didn't even get a name, or even a few simple words... those words keep springing around in my head. "Guess I'll be seeing a lot of you then, love." I stood there, staring at nothing, in exteme bordem. For that moment, I heard nothing. Snapping back to reality I heard a faint sound gradually getting louder. "EVA! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW"

Sighing, and not even thinking about who was speaking, I dragged myself downstairs. My mum came into view; grinning widely. "Hey, I want you to meet someone..." My heart skipped a beat. As she stepped back, a boy (about my age) came into view. "This is my bestfriend's son, you know, the one that lives next door..." 

I sat in bed, staring blankly at tumblr, scrolling down boredly. Suddenly, I heard a door, close by, slam loudly. I looked around. My door was closed... it was never open. I shot up quickly as I heard a loud groan. The summer wind hit my face as I eyed out the window. Uncontrollably, my eyes came in contact with a droopy boy sitting on the floor next to his bed, googling on his laptop. I never knew that there was a guy my age next door...

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To be honest with you, I have no idea why I'm writing this. I mean, I'm just (what you could say) an ordinary girl, I just sit at home, reading, listening to music, on tumblr, and sometimes drawing. Why would you want to listen to my pathetic stories in my pathetic life? Yeah. I suppose I just need to get these annoying thoughts off my mind. I hope you listen, I hope you began to realise that I just need someone to talk to... someone that will simply feel empithy towards me. So, I guess I'm just going to keep on writing... until I feel the need to stop. This, however, I have absoloutely no idea of. It could be another few months... or days. So answer me this... Will you be there for me? 

Anyway, I'm trying my hardest to not be soppy, but I guess that's the reality right now...

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Three days have passed since my mum introduced me to the boy from next door. (I didn't actually get a name...) Ever since, hes just been throwing stones across to my window and contantly shouting my name. I, obviously, pretended not to hear, it was quite believable as my window was shut. In addition, I was trying to avoid him, I had no idea why he wanted my attenion... It reminded me of that video by Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me. With the guy and her talking by notepad on oppisite windows. However, we wasn't doing that, I was just hiding. It seems my life is just becoming one twisted movie.