The Boy with 100 Days

Day 20

            Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, I wish someone loved me, can someone shoot me. Its my birthday today, August 3rd. My parents are throwing a party, I told them no, because we had one last year, and the year before, but they insisted. "Alex! It's the last one we promise." Then catching what the just said, they went wide eyed, and my mom put her hand over her mouth in shock of what she said. So I smiled sadly, and said "If you insist." They told me after a few minutes of cleaning the house, that a big surprise was coming, not from them, but just something big that happened to be coming. I shrugged it off, and continued cleaning.

            An hour after we finished, the guests started arriving, they smiled, and asked if I still remembered them. I did my best to say their names, and what part of the family they are. I had short brief conversations with all of them, and began helping my dad take out folding chairs for people to sit in. I guess my parents decided to go all out, because in our backyard these guys started setting up a DJ booth, and my mom started setting up a refreshment table. Our backyard is pretty big so there would be plenty of room for dancing, so I wish I invited more friends. The ones that did come brought dates, because my parents told them there would be a dance. I wish I had a date to dance with. My mom saw me writing in the journal, and wants me to stop. So I'll continue when the party is over.

            I have never felt so amazing before. I feel as if all the weight of my depression was just lifted off my shoulders. At my party a slow dance started, and my friends all started slow dancing with their dates. I sat in a lawn chair wishing for a miracle, then I was tapped on the shoulder. I was expecting to see a friend of mine without a date, or a family member checking up on me. I didn't expect to see her. The Angel in the blue dress. Liz. She asked "Want to dance?" I stood up slowly, thinking this might have been a hallucination, and I may make a fool of myself, until she grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the dance floor. It felt so real so vivid. It couldn't have been a hallucination. We danced and danced and danced some more. Slow danced, fast danced, and even sat out some dances to get some water.

            She told me she was sorry, and that she was wrong to leave me like that, and that she shouldn't have done that to a best friend. We talked all night, she wanted me to still be her best friend. I wanted to tell her my feelings, but I couldn't. I can't hurt her more, than she has already been hurt. It just isn't right. She is my Angel, and I can't let her be hurt, nor be the one to hurt her.

            But Liz, if you ever read this. I love you, and I thank you for coming back. Goodnight world.