Chapter 2: Explaining, Feelings

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It is lunch time and I am suppose to meet Sean at the football field. I can tell you now that I am scared. I just don't know what to expect when you are about to meet a guy by yourself. All I can do is just keep quiet, and just let him talk.

I don't think that I can ever be the same person again, it depends if Sean changes my life. I am starting to like him bad. I never really like a guy like him. It's just like love at first sight, sometimes I have dreams of him and I holding hands, walking on the beach, him picking me up say I love you Sarah Salver. You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Yeah I know it sounds dramatic, but you can dream of your love. It's like saying we're dating.

Is it bad that I have never dated a guy? Maybe there is something wrong with me. My parents always told me that it is okay to let the right guy choose you. It's not easy in life, but I would be better if we was together. I don't know what I would do if Audrey told Sean that I like him. Being the old me was funny, there for you, out going, cool to talk to.

After I went into depression, that's when I went down hill. I stayed with my Aunt Isabelle for ten months trying to get my life back. I always thought what it was like to be depressed and it is not a joke. Depression is really serious. I have thought of suicide to get rid of the pain and guilt, but it doesn't make it better makes people you love hurt, feel guilty, in so much pain. All you do is just make them feel the same way as I did.

Few minutes after thinking to myself


Walking towards the door wondering what exactly he wanted to show me. I was watching the time on my Samsung Galaxy 6s Edge it said eleven O'Clock. I was wishing that the time could hurry up. I hated waiting. I know he is going ask things about me, but I am going to have to face it someday. That day is going to be today.

It was getting close for me to go to lunch. I was excited and scared at the same time, those aren't good to mix together. I find ways to fall asleep, I just think of the good few good memories I have of my parents. DAMNIT! I miss the so much. I just can't bare a second without them.

When I get depressed I do somethings I don't need to do. I have taken therapy to stop, but I takes time to get over when you have been doing it for a while.

The teacher calls my name out. I was wondering what the hell she was thinking. I hate being called up to the class especially when you are the new kind.

"Miss. Salver can you please come in front of the class and tell us about yourself?" She says

"Um s-sure!?" I say scared

"Okay, thank you. Class this is Sarah Salver. She is going to introduce herself. So please be nice and listen."

"Thank you Mrs. Moore. Well um you know my name is Sarah Salver. I am from Mystic, Virginia a kind small town. Everybody knew each other. About 40,000 people estimated I can say. A couple months or weeks ago I was at a party. Parents came to pick me up because I was to tired. I called them to pick me up. They arrive five minute's late. They pull up in the drive way. I got in, we pull out of the drive way to go home. We are about twenty minutes into the drive. I was putting my headphones on. I'm talking to my m-mom then all of a sudden a car came from out of no where. Swervering all kinds of ways. My d-dad trys to miss it, but the car ends up hitting us in the front. Making the car flop four to six times. My head hits the seat. My mom arms swigging everywhere. My dad he was knock out. The car ends up in a lake. That's when I remember being pulled in a ambulance on a gurney. The nurses saying okay sweetheart everything is going to be okay. You are going to be safe. T-that's my life story. Sorry can I be excused?" I said crying my eyes out.

When I walk outside the door the whole class was starring. I made them cry when I told my life story. It was pretty bad. I hated to talk about it, but there are times when I am going to have to. I could take the pain. I have to fight back the tears like a big girl.

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