story of my life- the damnation chapter.

I Made A Wish The Day I Met You

And i regret it.

I woke up on that day as if it were any other, it was a dreary Wednesday on a school holiday. I used to sleep downstairs on the sofa, and at that time my parents had been renovating the room that was soon to be mine and my sisters. Id argued with my family that morning, and so i did what i usually did.

I went for a walk. I decided to walk to the skate park- a place i went off to often. I didn't often see people there, so it was a good place to clear my head.

As i walked along the pavement, my eyes dripping with tears as the frustration got to me, i made a wish. I wanted someone. Anyone. I wanted someone like me- someone with dark hair, eyes i could get lost in, someone who would hold me in their arms as i cried. Someone to ask if i was ok.

When i arrived, i saw a large group of people sat where i usually do. I sighed, but settled for sitting elsewhere.

I was jealous, those people seemed so happy together. They all sat together, laughing and talking, while i sat there, crying and alone. One of the boys was someone I recognised, id conversed with him about my sisters ex. He smiled at me.

He looked at me, and asked 'are you waiting on someone?'

I smiled back, thought deep inside i wanted to break down 'no, just sitting here...'

He frowned, then whispered to a friend 'maybe we should ask her to join us?'

There was a murmur of disapproval, i mean, you can't really ask some random emo looking girl to join your gang, and so they didn't.

I heard another boy talking about 'beef' he had with someone. I chuckled slightly- it was funny to me. He looked at me as if id insulted his bloodline

'what you saying?'

'nothing...'

'..who even are you?'

I smile 'you won't know me, but you'll know my sister. Shes so and so's ex'

The boy smiled

'the fit one?'

'i suppose..'

That was the first time someone even spoke to me.

Eventually, the whole group conversed with me, before i had to leave.

I remember the first time i broke down.

It'd been a hard day, reminders of my mother were everywhere, and not even the stinging pain of a blade to skin made my hurt dissappear.

Id never cried infront of people- i believed it made me weak, but there i was. I couldn't breath, my fingers dug into the skin around my eyes as i tried to stop.

' are you okay?' a chorus of voices i cant listen to

I opened my eyes for one second.. And you offered me your hand. You smiled at me, and told me to go on a walk with you.