Why I'm Gone, mgc

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I pause the video, letting this sink in for a minute. Shaking my head, I breath in before looking back at the laptop screen, the boy mid-sentence and I couldn't keep the adoring chuckle from escaping my lips because God, was this boy gorgeous. His hair was faded purple, probably had been that color for a while, his eyes a bright green color, pink lips and pale soft skin. I shook my head, not allowing myself to check out the crying stranger behind the screen, who goes by "Michael." I play the video, a little sniffling heard from him before he continued to speak.

"I guess you could say this is everything I didn't say... Or that I said but you forgot" He said pursing his lips.

"It was April, when we met. Freshman year. That dickhead Luke, well you don't remember him. There was a dickhead, his name is Luke. Anyways, He was making fun of your pants because they were 'guy' pants and he thought you looked weird..."

I watched carefully as Michael smiled lightly to himself, and I could almost hear the tears screaming in sorrow as they fell down his cheeks.

"And I asked him why it was a problem, and then he asked if I'd wear girl pants for a week without feeling weird. And of course, still wanting to defend the poor crying stranger that happened to be you in the hall, I said yes." He laughed lightly shaking his head. "I wore pink skinny jeans for a week after that, just to prove my point. And you were a total stranger."

I took a slow bite of my ice cream, as if the world was moving in slow motion.

"And I got beat up, that whole week. Thrown to the ground in the parking lot, my pink jeans getting covered in mud as they shoved my face down into the gravel until my skin broke open, blood everywhere- it was everywhere. And I guess then they were done with me, because they just left me there. I never wore pink jeans again." He mumbled, letting out a shaky breath.

"And after that we had art together, and you never knew about them beating me up, so I just tried to be nice. I was like 'Hey, I like your pants!' And you laughed..." He pursed his lips breathing in before continuing.

I took a bite of my ice cream, clearing my throat.

"Sorry- trying not to cry. And I swear, Bella. That smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,"

"And then I'm not quite sure what happened. We just clicked- you and me. There wasn't a day when we weren't together and you made me feel like I meant something to people for the first time in my life-" he wipes his eyes, smiling fondly. "I told you about how my parents hated me, how they just couldn't stand me and so at 14 I had to get a job at the dump, digging through the garbage for about $5 an hour, until I had just enough money to pay my cousin to live with him in his apartment. I told you about my dad, told you about how he got tired of my mom, he needed more, told you about the things he did to my body, told you about how he made me think it was normal but it wasn't. How he took my innocence, at age eight and how my mom just stood there- watching me scream in pain and horror." Michael took a moment to breath before continuing.

"I always wondered what went through your head when you hear my name. Maybe you were ashamed- ashamed that I was so wimpy and weird. A freak. Maybe you would cry. Maybe you didn't care about my existence and this whole thing meant nothing. Maybe my plan didn't even work and this is some complete stranger- if so I'm very sorry. My name is Michael Clifford and this was meant for the love of my life Arabella Mengoff, my apologies." He laughed lightly, changing his position before clearing his throat before proceeding.
"You were my other half- if I got a penny each time someone asked if we were dating or related, I'd buy us a house. Well- I'd buy you a house. I can't really live in a house with you at the moment," He laughed quietly, but I didn't laugh at all, still totally lost. "We got in trouble a lot. I remember when we drove to get ice cream at 2 in the morning in your dads car, and wound up driving through puddles and going on the highway, screaming as loud as we can even though we didn't have our license. Or when we died your hair ends blue, and you loved it so much and you were so happy your dad couldn't stay mad. You should have seen your face when I died mine too- we were matching and your face was just- just adorable." He chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

"You were the most interesting, amazing person I had ever met. You could make me feel so loved- so happy, and so so broken at the same time. So broken-and I loved it. I wrote you a letter in freshman year, asking if you wanted to be my friend... because I was a total loser. And I'm so glad I did- you were life changing. I loved how you used to use these big words-I had no idea what they meant, you thought that was hilarious. You'd make these little riddles, they sucked but I did them anyways. You used to make me cheese toasties, and we laughed at it once because it was so burnt and you just told me it was just as beautiful, even if it was burnt and you ate it to prove your point. But I could see the disgust in your eyes when you bit into it and I almost peed myself laughing." He smiled, lightly shaking his head. "I was a ripped piece of paper and you were my glue, Bella. And I was so deeply in love with you. And the last night of freshman year, when you came over and we sat on the roof, just the two of us. And I looked at you, you stared at the sky and I stared at you and I knew right then I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you...

"But in sophomore year, that's when everything changed."

Did it get sent to the wrong Arabella or is something fishy about this? What's up guys, how is everyone. I'm great other then the fact I took a math test and I totally failed it rip 14/50 wish me luck -Fran