The best people always leave first.
Someone one once told me a saying.
"Why do the good people always die first?"
"If you have a garden which flowers do you pick first?"
"The best ones."
"Exactly."
I don't quite remember if it went that way but it's always been on my mind. I've never lost someone who was amazing or special to me. My family was very 'eh' in my life.
And I know it sound stupid or corny but only one person has made me feel like I've lost my whole life. It was a couple months after my mothers funeral, and the thought that I was a horrible person for not crying was sinking in. Until I met the most amazing person ever. Her name was Penelope Cortez, sure she wasn't a perfect person but she was to me.
I had met her in the park. I was smoking. Feeling like shit. She came up to me and gave me a life lesson, about littering. You think she would give me a life lesson about smoking. But she had no interest in my smoking habits. Just on how I was killing the earth by tossing my cigarette buds on the grass. And I have to admit. She was weird but she was special. The sucky part is that I only knew her for 5 months. It was her birthday and she wanted to hang out. We stayed out until 12. She then Decided to leave due to her parents bugging her to come home. The next day I had found out she was hit by a drunk driver. She died on her way to the hospital. She was only 15 and was killed an hour after her birthday.
When her funeral came around I was a mess. I got so drunk I could not speak or walk.
The funeral however was horrible. Nothing like how she wanted it. But of course her family didn't know that. The only thing they knew about her was that her full name was Penelope Santiago Cortez.
But alas I'm getting ahead of myself.
I don't really want to say much, because even I don't know what this story is about. I just know it's about something pretty. Maybe I'll finally cry, or I'll die just like my friend. But if you want to keep on reading be my guest. Just remember this isn't a love story. It's almost a real story, I think. But don't believe every single thing is true.
YOU ARE READING
I don't know anymore.
RandomI have no idea what to do. How to live. Or even how to cry. This is a story and its a bit real but it's also not.