Wlw poetry (kinda) <3

The back of the class <3

14 years old

I walked into class on my first day looking at my feet afraid of what people might think.

I sat down in the back corner intending to keep to myself. My thoughts were so loud and my mind was racing.

"Excuse me?" A soft voice cut through my anxious thoughts. I look up and my eyes widen.

The most beautiful girl I had ever seen was stop in front of me. Her auburn waves framing her face and her eyes. Oh her eyes...

No. I couldn't think like that. Girls can't like girls. Not like that.

"Yeah?" I reply nervously.

"Is anyone sat here?" She asks her lips curving up in a slight smile. Oh her lips...

No. I can't think like that. Not about a girl.

15 years old

Dayna. Oh Dayna. My best friend, my reason to keep going.

Because of that one fateful day. At the back of the class.

I smile as I walk in. She's sat there. Waiting. For me. The idea brought a smile to my face.

She stands up and walks over to me. She hugs me. The simple action causing butterflies in my stomach.

No. I can't. Not with a girl. Not with my best friend.

I grab her hand and lead her back to our seats. In the back of the class.

That's where I notice her necklace. The small cross. It hung perfectly around her neck. In the back of the class.

16 years old

I walked up to the door. The dark green door. Just as she had described it. My palms sweating. I bring a shaking fist up and knock.

1..2..3.

And then pull it back.

Afraid of what her parents might think of me.

Little old me.

I hear footsteps in the other side of the door. And then the door opens.

Dayna... oh Dayna... stood looking more beautiful than ever

Her dress hung perfectly. Her little white sundress. The hem sat at her knees and the low cut neckline.

The cross. The cross necklace sat perfectly on her chest.

She grabbed my hand and led me up the carpeted stairs.

We went to her room. She sat on her bed pulling me down next to her.

Everything smelt of her. Warm vanilla. The sun shone through the window.

Her hair. Her auburn hair painted in bronze and copper shades. Like something from a movie.

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered uncontrollably.

No. I can't. I reach up gripping the cross necklace around my neck.

I couldn't resist her. Not after 2 years.

It took all my courage.

I leaned in and I kissed her.

It was magical.

The best thing.

She kissed me back. My heart thudded hard in my chest.

You pulled back. Afraid of what she'd say.

She didn't say anything. She kissed you back. In that little white sundress.

17 years old

Tears stung my already damp eyes.

Everything was perfect. What had happened?

My dads hand came down again on my cheek. Harder than before.

Months of sneaking around. Making out on park benches. Holding each other when we cried. Climbing out of windows.

I hadn't heard them coming.

My dad had now banned Dayna from coming over.

Oh Dayna...

He locked me in my room.

Banned me from going out.

But I had spent months climbing out of windows.

I didn't bother taking anything. What was the point?

I ran. Rain soaked my clothes and the wind whipped my face. But I didn't care. Why would I?

My feet carried me down the familiar winding roads.

I slowed as I reached the familiar house.

The house with the green door.

The dark green door.

I ran around the back and climbed up the drain pipe towards her window. The same window that I had climbed out of when her mom came into her room.

I looked through her window hoping she was in there.

She was but she didn't look like my Dayna.

She looked withdrawn.

And then my eyes widened but not in awe. Not this time.

Her white sundress. The one she wore when I first kissed her.

Covered. In. Blood.

It was as if someone put a dagger through my chest. I couldn't breathe. It was as if everything was underwater.

And then I saw it.

A note. Next to her.

I climbed through the window and rushed over to her.

Oh Dayna...

My Dayna.

My Dayna. With a knife through her heart.

I couldn't breathe.

It was as if water had filled my lungs.

I screamed.

I screamed so loud.

No one heard a thing.

My chest heaved.

My body ached.

I reached for the knife that had killed Dayna.

My Dayna.

I brought the knife up to my chest.

My hands shaking.

And then it was black.

The pain was blinding.

But not worse.

Not worse than when I had found Dayna.

My Dayna.

And then everything was quiet.

It was gone.

No more pain.

No more suffering.

Just peace.

Now there will always be 2 empty seats at the back of the class.

The note <3

Oh Abigail... my beautiful Abigail. I'm so sorry it had to end like this. I'm so sorry sweetheart. I'll always love you my beautiful girl and I will be waiting for you when you walk through those gates.

Dayna xx