Time For Change?

The Deal

"Then let's change that!" he says confidently. "I'm Devon."

"Avery." I say hesitantly.

"So, Avery do you want to tell some more details on why you wanted to die?"

"Well, Devon I hated my life ever since I was 9. I was bullied everyday at the new school I went to because we moved. Although, even when I came home it didn't end. I'm the eldest of two and I am basically the 'maid' of the family, I clean up after everyone. I have to take care of my little brother since my parents are constantly fighting. Which leads to the divorce about 6 years ago. My mom didn't take it well so, I grew up quickly to support her. I've also had a handful of douche bag boyfriends. I've thought of suicide dozens of times but deep down I knew better. Specially since I love music so much. When I had no where to go and nobody to talk to I would just listen to music and it was my escape, still is. I wouldn't be here without it. " I speak in a melancholy tone slightly tearing up. "You? Seems like you have a few problems of yourself."

"Well, good to know you love music as much as I do. It's also my escape. Music is my whole life, I try to listen to it 24/7." he says looking up at the sky longingly.

"So, that explains you always having your hood up with headphones on during class and stuff. Do you play any instruments or sing?"

"Yeah. I sing a lot and play mostly the guitar but a little piano and drums. I'm trying to enjoy it while it lasts." he pauses. "In a little over a year I might lose it all. I might lose my life... Next year one week from now I will be getting surgery to fight for it." he exhales gazing into my eyes. He has a sorrowful smile on but he was right, you can see everything in the eyes. His glassy eyes are deep blue on the rim but are pale as the clear sky in the center, so emotionless, dull of life and happiness. They're hauntingly beautiful.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumble.

"Don't worry about it. It's good to get that off my chest."

"Same, I've never told anyone before let alone someone I just met." I say mentally smacking myself in the face.

"Anyways now I have something to do this year." he smirks looking at me.

"What now?"

"Do you still want to die?"

"I'm not sure." I stutter.

"Then, give me a year. Give me a year to convince you to keep your life and if you still want to commit suicide go ahead." he proposes.

"Fine. But, why are you doing this anyway?" I ask. "You hardly know me. Don't you want to spend that year more carefully? Plus I'm pretty boring."

"First off, you annoy me." he grins teasingly.

"What did I do!?!?" I yell.

"You're taking your life for granted. You should treasure it. You're healthy and you still have music when people like me don't. I want you to realize what you're giving up. You only get one shot at life, make it count." Devon says irritated.

I remain silent thinking it over. What if I were in his position? "I never thought of it like that... Sorry."

He nods. "Second, you're interesting, I want to get to know you more. From what I've heard you're annoying, ungrateful, impatient, loud, And blush easily." he chuckles.

"Have you noticed anything good?" I pout crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yes, you're passionate, beautiful and have an angelic voice." My cheeks become rosy so I look back up at the sky admiring the twinkling stars, wishing I was one of them.

"See?"

"Whatever!" I protest.

"OK... It's a deal?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Deal." He turn around catching sight of my diary.

"What's this?" he asks raising an eyebrow at me.

"W-Wait! Don't look at that!" I scream attempting to snatch it out of his hands but failing miserably.

"Oh, so this is important huh?" he smirks flipping the book open to the first page.

"That's private! It's my diary." I yell once again. He ignores me completely and starts reading it. His smirk fades being replaced by a frown.

He opens his mouth getting to read it out loud. "Avery, if you're reading this and you are having a bad day or bad life cheer up. It'll get better, listen to music and sing. I promise it will get better. It might be time healing your broken heart or something *special*. Don't give up. ~ Avery".

"That was just something that I wrote for myself when I really needed a wake up call." I say shyly. His eyebrows furrow together as he starts reading the whole book, taking every single word in. Reading my whole life.

"Hey..." He gets closer to me, his soft eyes gazing into mine. "I'll be your wake up call. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to, I'm here. We're in this together." he comforts stroking my cheek lightly. I give him a warm smile. "Thanks."

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~Trisha <3