Ends with Us

Her

Something about this world is so weird, a minute I'm feeling like I'm in some sort of story where the writer is fucking me up over and over again just for the plot to be more interesting and next minute I find someone like her who even are you? how did we get to this point.

I'm Valerie, 17. I always lived with my parents till I made a bold move to move out not even a month ago, they weren't really happy but for fucks sake I couldn't handle it anymore in that household.

My dad was a workaholic, he was too obessesed with work to even acknowledge me, he would only acknowledge me when my grades are out. and of course it wouldn't end too well as for my mom I kinda liked my mom she was sweet at times but she dealt with terrible mental health and only lead me and her to get along one day and the next day not I suppose.

It was weird, I'm glad I left that place. I don't really have friends or family to rely on as of now, it's complicated and hard to trust people. but I'm okay with that. I'm alive, and that's what matters to me. I don't really have any goals or much to achieve but I try.

My days usually are all the same nothing new, Wake up, Work, come home tired, Eat, Sleep and same thing again been like for the past month, doing whatever I can to make ends meet.

That night was different though. I was walking home from my night shift as usual, until I saw this girl, she was just sitting on the side road crying. I usually tend to just move along as I see a lot of drunk people coming around here as theres a bar close by, I assumed she was just one of them. but something itched inside me.

I slowly started making my way to the other side of the road where she was sitting, her face leaned against knees.

Valerie: Hey, is everything okay?

She slowly lifted her head up, looking at me with teary eyes, a crying mess. something inside me really just wanted to hold her and tell her everything will be okay.

Valerie: Is everything okay..?

I bent over to her level and gently placed my hand on her head caressing her hair. she didn't react she didn't speak she just looked at me sobbing. I couldn't help but pull her inside a warm hug, I'm going crazy I don't even know this girl and I already feel like I wanna take care of her so bad.

Valerie: It'll be okay.

I say holding her caressing her back, she cried in my arms it felt so strange. She was shaking and sobbing, I wonder what got her into this state. few minutes passed and it felt like she finally calmed down, I pulled away.

She looked back up at me, "Are you gonna kidnap me.." Now who the fuck does she think I am.

Valerie: Do I look like a bitch who wants to kidnap someone?

(?): I guess..

What the fuck does she mean by I guess. Why did I even bother walking up to her..

Valerie: You're asking to be left here aren't you.

(?): You offered to help, you can't just take back an offer..

I did offer her... she looks like she needed someone to talk to and let things out, and as much as I was tired and just wanted to go home suddenly all that feelings went away and I was only focused on her. she nodded which only put a smile on my face I stood up offering her my hand to hold into to.

We walked to some Café near by, we went in and sat down it was pretty empty only us and that waiter that looked like she wanted to end it all. she's just like me for real.

Valerie: So.. what happened? you wanna talk about it?

(?): I had an argument with my boyfriend..

She said almost embarrassed, I mean I get it but she looks really young.

Valerie: How old are you if you don't mind me asking?

(?): 16..

Valerie: Were you on a date with him and you just left him or?

(?): We live together..

Valerie: Pardon?

(?): I know. stupid I'm young but I had no choice..

Valerie: What do you mean?

(?): Long story...

TO BE CONTINUED