We're all gonna die

Summer' 21

    Chapter 1 - Summer' 21

   I made some cuts on my arm again...  I feel increasingly tired, I can't take much longer. I just covered them with some bandages so no one would notice them and I already have my excuse in case anyone does. The crises and attacks have been more frequent and longer, the sensation of death follows me everywhere. I wish to end it all at once.I have been writing letters to those I want to bid farewell to and to those I want to apologize to. There are still a few missing, but they will be finished soon.Tomorrow I'm going out with some friends to see if I cheer up a bit, it will be one of the last times we do it with the whole group. I want it to be special.

*Next day*

             I woke up early, made the bed, and went to take a shower. I straightened my hair and got dressed. Baggy pants and a band t-shirt, with a black hoodie sporting a skull to cover my arms so no one would ask what had happened. And my All Stars.My friends and I had arranged to have lunch together, and so we did. We had lunch and then headed to the  in our bandstand city to hang out.  That day, I had brought my guitar so we could sing there. 

            We spent the whole afternoon like that until, almost time to leave, a boy showed up. I had the feeling I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't remember. I discreetly looked at him, and in that moment, my mind could only think about how beautiful he was. Delicate features, dark brown hair, and a very lovely smile, so beautiful that I couldn't get it out of my head. I still remember what he was wearing, a green sweater, beige pants, and green and white sneakers. He seemed to have caught a sunburn, his little nose all red.

I kept singing and playing, and he kept staring at me. I ended up stopping because I'm very insecure.After a few seconds, I received a call.

Mom - Hurry up,  we have to leave , I'll be there in 5 minutes.

*I had to leave, and he gave me a touch on the hand as a goodbye gesture.*

*Arriving home*(I tried my best to try and remember where I met him, but nothing leads me to the answer)I thought about him all night, I didn't know his name, his age or any information that would lead me to him. So I decided to ask a friend if he had social media and I didn't get an answer.I asked more people, but no one could tell me, so I stopped looking.