I hate Aidan. Let me say that one more time. I HATE AIDAN. I hated how he always managed to look his best. I hated how his personality was just enough to keep me liking him but never enough to make me feel good. I hated how he had the friends that abandoned me, and how his bond with them seemed stronger than my connection with those people ever will be. I hated him so much I was head over heels. But that's the thing. I 'was'. I had an idolised view of Aidan which was a thousand times better than he ever will be.
It's almost like I was always looking at him with rose-tinted glasses, but when he fucked my perception of him it all hit me so fast. I wasn't in love. I wasn't the 'unlucky in love' main character who was going to be saved by the mystical love interest. I was a real person, and so was he. And he was a piece of shit.
Breeze from the valley hit my face and it was only then when I had realised what I had done. Surrounding houses, the overlay of trees, and the golden horizon confirmed that I was ready for what was to come next. It was sad, I was supposed to flourish and become something of myself. My dream was to become a pilot, flying passengers from a hustling city to coast-side towns somewhere abroad. In a way part of my wish was going to come true. Studying the steep banks of the valley, I knew that if I was to jump down I'd definitely get some airtime. I decided to check my phone one last time, I wasn't ready to go yet. The view around me was too beautiful, I liked how the clouds intertwined with each other and how the sun looked over them like a supportive parent.
But I knew that this was all bittersweet, a soft tear rolled from my eye to the grass below as I tried my hardest not to break down before I got cold feet and rethought suicide. It was too late anyways. The news coverage of the school being lit on fire was too large for me to stay alive, I knew I was going to be ruined if I lived to see another day. Even though it all happened not that long ago, I had already lost most of the memory of setting my school ablaze. Trees glistened, clouds sung, and the moon was ready to take over the sun's position. And I was ready to jump.
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Roman pour Adolescents(please read the disclaimer BEFORE reading this story) Where's your breaking point? How much is too much? How far do you need to be pushed to want to make others hurt the way you've been hurting? Santiago, a teenage boy, has an optimist view on life...
