OK SO THIS IS JUST A GLIMPSE OF WHAT I CAN DO WITH WORDS AND SUCH :D haha Well I'm not sure If I will continue this, because I normally planned on this being a 1 page short short story. It's very special, but I speak from past experiences :/ This story may not explain everything truthfully but the background information is real.. I got a note from my crush, quite a while ago... I decided to share it! I thought it was sweet. To be totally honest I have tried taking my life a few times. I'd never gottan seriously injured, but it happened... I cut, well use to. I stopped cutting because I realized I have way better things to do, other than doing self harm, creating a bunch of problems that haven't happened and probably never will.... Well Thank You for reading hoprfully you enjoy
I was walking home one day, feeling lonely and used. I felt like everyone was pretending to be my friend. I kept hearing that people were talking about me behind my back. I was hurt. As usual, when I got home I went straight to my room and got my blade out. I know cutting isn't good but it helps me release the pain. As I cut myself that day, I was crying. I wanted to just scream and jump out my window. Feeling like no one loved me, like I wasn't important. Then, I looked up. I knew someone was watching out for me. I started talking out loud. I was asking God for help, to help me get thru the rest of my life. I didn't want to take my life just because a couple of accusations being made by random that didn't know me. I felt something wrap around me. I looked around but no one was there. I was scared at first, but I realized it was Jesus comforting me. I started talking to him more and ended on the floor, crying, wrapped in my blanket. I heard the door slam from outside. So of course, my curious self gets up and wipes my face to see who it was. It was my brother. I told him hey and went back to my room. I remembered that my blade was still on the bed. As soon as I shut the door, I ran to my bed and grabbed the blade and putting it back in my personal hiding spot. Once I shut the drawer, the door opened. My brother slipped in and asked if I finished homework. I said "No, but I'm about to get started." Grabbing my backpack and zipping it open. My brother nodded his head and walked out. I opened my binder and a note fluttered out onto the floor.
The note read:
"To my Love,
I've loved you since day one. I know it might be shocking, but believe it. You're perfect. I know you cut. Please stop. If you're hurting you should talk to me about it. Those rumors about you are stupid. Only the immature ones would believe them.
One day this beautiful girl came up to me and asked me if she could borrow math notes. I gladly told her to sit down with me and I'd give her my notebook. That day I met the love of my life. This beautiful girl's name was Angel. I wanted to tell her I liked her the day after but I was afraid she wouldn't like me back. Till a couple days ago I heard many people saying she liked me. I didn't believe it till yesterday. You called me last night crying and you said "I love you" but before I could say anything you hung up. I tried calling back but you never answered. And today I saw you run to the bathroom crying. In math you sat next to me and leaned against my shoulder. I asked you what's wrong and you cried. I hugged you and you smiled. I wanted to keep you safe in my arms, but then Mrs. C split us apart. I just wanted to say, I love you.
Loved Always and Forever, Your dork <3”
When I finished reading it, I smiled and couldn't stop blushing. I've liked Luke since the very first day I saw him from across the room in English. We had almost every class together. The whole asking to copy notes was an excuse to talk to him. I called him half an hour after I finished the note. I told him how I felt and he was shocked. He thought I was lying. I told him I wasn't playing around, that I actually loved him. He said he was gonna come over, which he did. When he got to my house that day he was carrying a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates. He asked me out and I, of course, said yes.
That day, November 3, went from being the worst day of my life to the best day.
