The Girl

The Second Song

The second song on her playlist was one that I did know, it was called All I Want by A Day To Remember. I liked the song because of her, so it kind of struck a chord with me when it came on. I started reading as soon as the lyrics started.

Still here, eh? Haven't scared you away yet? Kudos to you, Dally. Anyway, the second song. All I Want by A Day To Remember. I can't remember when I first found this song, but I remember the second time. I saw the lyrics, "keep your hopes up high and your head down low" somewhere. You know, music like this, the emo music, it prevents suicide. It didn't for me, though, if this is earlier than high school graduation. But hey, I couldn't find what I wanted, and was probably pushed too far by them.

Right, them. The football players. The ones who had always hated her. Neither of us had understood why exactly they hated her. I always thought it was because of how smart she was compared to most of them, and how bad she was at sports. But now I realize why they hated her. All of the football players hated her, because she was so nice. She could be friends with anyone almost effortlessly, and held her head up, even when she was humiliated inside.

You know, I hate all of them, but one. John was always cool. He was at least nice to us, you know? They're the Socs. They're too popular for their own good, and I'm willing to bet that, if I did kill myself, they're not blaming themselves. They're probably gonna try to blame it on something (or someone) else, like you, or my life outside of school. But they'd all know. They'd all know, in the back of their minds, that they're the ones who caused it. Eventually it'll make its way to the front of their minds, most likely, and they'll have guilt on their minds when they think of me, or see you. But I'm being dark right now, sorry. But you'd say it's alright, wouldn't you? Heh heh. You'd quote this song if we were listening to it, if we were talking, face-to-face, now. But, whatever the outcome, we will be. That I know. But you know what you'd say? You'd say to leave no words left unspoken. And now I quote the song: "will you even look back when you think of me?"

And there it stopped. There were no more words on the page. I looked around, as if that would help. It didn't. "So you finished the page, I'm guessing?" Ron asked. I nodded. "I understand why she wrote it like that, but, it doesn't take away the feeling that there should be more. You know?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. So, will you?"

Ha ha, cliffhanger! We should all know how Mark will reply, but hey, why not leave it now? Plus, I'm tired right now, so, yeah. Well, that's it for now. Have a good one, because that's what y'all deserve!
- TLR