Chapter 2
I trudged up the front porch and walked up to my door. I grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, but it was locked. I groaned and fished out my key from my pocket. I inserted the key into the lock and unlocked the door. "I'm home!" I called out, but got silence as an awnser. "Awesome." I whispered to myself.
I carried myself up the stairs into my room. I threw my bag on the ground and doing myself in bed. I don't know why now, but I started to cry. I miss him. I miss James. He was my boyfriend, key word was, meaning not anymore. He passed away recently. He was my world, but apparently he didn't think the same. I turned on my stomach and screamed into my pillow. I couldn't stop thinking of why he did it. He seemed so happy. I guess I was wrong, but I don't want to believe I'm wrong. I want to believe it was something else. Something that didn't have anything to do with me. Why is it that the one I live the most, is causing me the most pain, and he isn't even here? I sighed into my pillow and turned in my side. "Why?" I croaked out to no one in particular.
I picked up a picture of us on my dresser next to my bed. I stared at it. "Why did you leave, James? What did I do wrong?" I asked to the picture. I shook my head, disappointed that I didn't get an awnser. What the fuck is wrong with me? Expecting a fucking picture to awnser back.
I tossed the picture into my dirty clothes pile and sighed. "I fucking hate life." And with that, I turned on my side and fell asleep.
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Never Forget You
AlteleI used to be so happy but without you here I feel so low I want you as you left but I can't seem to let you go This story is about a teenage boy who thinks he lost everything, but gains it all back with the single touch of a person.
