well, I did something

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We just got back from the mental hospital that we were both in, I didn't see her though.

I heard about a dance though, mnnn. What should I do. Well there.goes my heart screeching ASK OUT JESSICA while I'm like no she's gonna reject. That's when I said to myself I will. I love her, and if she doesn't want to be my friend at least she wasn't good to start off with.

My anxiety reaches my heart as it pounds ferociously. I take deep breaths and the butterflies in my stomach go wild, wilder than I ever felt before. I pushed myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning. I was nervous. I got at school, I could see the tears in jessica's eyes. She immediately put her head on my chest. She did and I felt caring, I rubbed her back and then I got on her level. She looked at me deep in the eye, and I said "Will you go to the dance with me?" She screeched out in a high voice "Yes" and ran to her class.

I realized everyone was watching and someone was recording. She looked at me and walked away.
Who is she?
Why is she recording?
I stepped into my class to face comments filled with homophobia. I was used to it.

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