Warning: if you don't want to hear about death and suicide-don't read. But you'll some good stuff.
Phil
I sat there, shocked. I don't know what I expected, but seeing Dan cry was unbearable.
He turned away from me, trying to hide.
"Hey" I said in my most soothing and gentle voice possible. I turned him around and put my hands on the sides of his face.
He looked up at me, the sad, brown, puppy dog eyes willing me to make it all better. Tears continued to steadily roll down his cheeks, and I couldn't help it. I cried right along with him.
"Its okay, it'll be okay" I continued to whisper. We hugged each other, crying excessively under that giant oak tree.
"Your turn" he whispered, tears spent. I smiled and said "bring it".
"You see the light in everything. Why are you so happy?"
I chuckled to myself. He had no idea.
"When I was two, my father left us. When I was seven, I started getting bullied. Finally, when I was twelve I started cutting."
Dan looked at me, now shocked.
"But-but why?" He asked dumbfounded.
"I felt the pain on the inside, and felt the need to release it. But slowly, it got worse. The need to escape was...too strong."
Dan looked away, knowing what was coming.
"My first suicide attempt was when I was fourteen, by drug overdose. My mum found me, and had the drugs pumped from my stomach. Now I see everything as a miracle."
"What about me?" Dan asked. "If anything I'm a curse, all black and broken. Someone as beautiful as you deserves beauty.
I looked at him. For first time I saw him. Really saw him.
I took his face in my hands, wiping away his tears while shedding some myself.
"You're wrong" I whispered. "If anything you're the greatest miracles of all."
He closed his eyes, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing. I never felt like this before. My stomach in knots, my thoughts blurry.
We stopped, surprised at what we were doing. Then we both jumped up...
I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Well. Ummm, I've got some cleaning to do so...see you in school?" I said, as nervous and as embarrassed as I'll ever be.
"Oh. Um, sure." Dan said, blushing. "See you in school."
We walked our separate ways. I desperately wanted to turn around and walk with him, but he probably hates me. I would hate me. But still, I sneaked a look back loving the sight of his head bobbing as he walked down the abandoned road. I hope I will see him again, actually see him. Why are things so.
Confusing?
