Through out the years, I wasn't completely alone, there was only one person who actually understood me. He was my bestfriend since Grade 7, a year after my sister died. His name is Lukus. He has pale grey eyes, with dark brown hair, he always wears a hoodie, usually the one with our favorite band. Lukas always was my shoulder to cry on.
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I walk up to the gates of my school, the school where I shed so many tears. The school where every bad memory comes back. The days where I would run to the bathroom and stay there from the whole break and came out with smudged mascara. The school where in the basins I wash my blood away and watch it go down the drain. I take a deep breath and slowly walk through the gate. Just as I enter, Lukas runs after me.
"Winter! Wait up!" shouts Lukas
I slow down from him to catch up with me.
"Good morning Winter, how was your holiday?"
"Crappy, as usual"
"Come on Winter! Are you always going to be this grumpy in life. Seriously! Lighten up a little!"
I just stare at him. He stares back, but then he looks forward and it is silent. I feel guilty for some reason, even though I did nothing wrong.
Just as we were about to reach the hall, I couldn't take the silence anymore.
"I'm...I'm sorry, my holiday was just even more depressing. Mom and Max were fighting almost the whole time. I missed you though." I say softly, but just loud enough for him to hear me.
Lukas stops, then I stop. I know whats going to happen now. The same old drill when I tell him something was depressing.
"Wrists"
I cover them more with my hoodie.
"Winter, please, just show me your wrists" he says almost pleading.
I show him my wrists and he sees my cuts, the scars from the forgotten, the scabs from the old, and the blood from the new. He looks into my eyes. I look into his. I feel guilty and I exactly know why. He doesn't want me to leave and I want the opposite, I want to leave. He puts my wrists down slowly.
"Winter, please just stop." he whispers to me.
I look down. He picks my chin up to make me look at him.
"I don't want to lose you." he whispers.
Lukus lost his whole family. When Lukas was only 5 years old, his father came home drunk one day, and when he came home he pulled out a gun. His mother, sister, twin brother and him were all eating dinner at that time. His father came in and sat at the table. His mother asked him where he had been, he got all aggressive and pulled out the gun. He shot his mother in the head. His father then realized what he had done, and then pulled the trigger on his big sister after raping her. He shot Lukas, then shot his twin. Lukas was not completely unconscious at the time and watched his family die. When his father thought everyone was dead, he committed suicide. That was a Sunday afternoon. Soon after, his housekeeper came home and saw everyone dead, but Lukas, she called the cops and Lukas was rushed to hospital. He then went to stay with his Aunt Rebecca, Uncle Joey, Raina and Josh. Before school break, Josh met in a car accident and he and his girlfriend both died. So lets just say, this is why Lukas and I are bestfriends, because we are both broken and beyond fixable.
"I'm sorry" I whisper back.
We enter the hall, leaving our bags outside. Dr Jenkins, the school principal welcomes us back to school for about an hour and then we got assigned to our class teachers. Lukas and I get split up. I follow my class teacher back to the classroom. When I enter the room, I scanned the room noticing who is in my homeroom class. There are a whole lot of faces I don't recognize, until one stands out. Georgia Reed. The girls who has a huge crush on Lukas, but hates me. Fun, a whole year with her. I carry on scanning the room until I see him...

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Storie d'amoreHow can I choose? How do I choose between the one who has cared for me for so long, who has always been my shoulder to cry on, the one who listens to me and gives me warm hugs? Or the one who makes me feel so special and calls me every night to sing...