Wanna Talk About Me

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I have a twin brother we just so happen to be fraternal twins. Sometimes it can be a good thing, other times not so much. Example a, when a guy asks me out and I don't like him my brother comes to the rescue and him and I start "dating". Example b, when my family and I go out together and people ask if we actually are dating, when in fact we aren't. The one good thing about example a, is that not very many people know the truth. When we were little we made up a story about us being a couple and it has lasted to this day. The only person that actually knows the truth is Codi.

            The funny thing about Codi and I is that we have been friends since the second grade when he moved here. So when my brother isn't around and it's just Codi and I and some stranger tries to ask one of us out we pretend like we're lesbian lovers. Back to when Codi moved here now. Second grade changed my life when he showed up. Codi has been shy his whole life, even back in second grade. His biggest secret back then was that he was very shy and told me straight up that he was but really liked my hair and wanted to play with me at recess.

Ever since that day in second grade Codi and I have been best friends. I can't image living life without him now. He has been by my side and I have been by his side ever since that day. We are best friends forever and nothing will change that. I mean, 11 years have gone by and I can't remember by life before that with him.

                 

            He can't die on me now, I mean, if he tries to kill himself again and succeeds, then I will kill myself too. Codi means way too fucking much to me, if he dies from something that he cant necessarily prevent then I'll just have to get over the fact that he died and try to continue life without him.

Anyways, back to when I was little. I remember home was hell and school was also bad. My parents wouldn't care if I'd killed myself. I was constantly bullied at school, ignored at home. I thought that life just wasn't meant for me. I grew up with anorexia and depression, if anyone cares.

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