My short story.

The only chapter.

I'm going to make this short and sweet. I'm Ali,  I was 16 years old sad soul that just wants to be saved by a happy angel. Normally I would say that diaries aren't my thing, but the therapist said it might help to write since I don't talk a lot. So here's my short story:

I have been diagnosed with depression and social anxiety and since then I attempted suicide once. Pills. My best friend Jess took me to the hospital before it was too late. They kept me under suicide watch or something like that for 1 week. Since then, nothing happened. Well, nothing except that everyone at school thinks I'm a freak. The only friend who didn't ditch me is Jess. She is kind of everything I have left.

Thanks to anxiety, i rarely feel completely safe, so for me walking to the bathroom as fast as possibly to have a mental breakdown is what you could call normal. I try to not do it, of course, but sometimes I just can't control it. The way some of them look at me, the way they judge me, sometimes I just can't take it anymore.

Obviously for me a boyfriend in the next few years is not even worth thinking about. I know it won't happen. I'm too much of a freak for anyone to fall in love with me. I don't even talk to boys anyway, except when they pull bad jokes on me once in a while.

Even of I keep telling myself over and over that I don't have I chance, there's this boy. He's tall, strong, he has dark brown hair with hazel eyes. I think he's from Italy. I heard him talk in class and he has this accent that makes me want to listen to him talk all day. I've never spoken to him, but in my dreams I do everyday.

One day I was putting my books in my bag to leave this hell that is school for the weekend as I heard someone say my name behind me. I turned around, expecting a typical jock about to tell me another stupid joke but when my eyes landed on this person, my jaw almost dropped. I was certainly not expecting him. 

- hey Ali

-hi..

-are you free tonight?

- excuse me?

- you have plans for after school?

-why would you want to know that?

-because i would you to come with me to go get ice ream.

-is this some kind of joke again?, I said as I looked around to see where is friends could be, laughing at me.

- why would this be a joke? Can't I just ask you out?, he said, showing off his perfect teeth in the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

- i don't know, maybe because i'm the school's favourite victim for fake dates and bad jokes?

- Well i can guarantee you that this is not a joke. I just want to take you out for ice cream and spend some time with a beautiful girl.

His last words hit me like a bullet. Me? A beautiful girl? I have long basic brown hair, blue eyes slowly turning grey, curves covering my hips, a not-so-flat stomach and scars all over my fore-arms. I think we don't have the same definition of "beautiful".

I finally accepted his offer and we walked together to the ice cream place. We talked all the time on our way to the ice cream place. He told me about his favourite sport - soccer -, his childhood, his sister and his favourite flavours of ice cream. We didn't talked a lot about me, thank god i wouldn't have a lot to say. When we arrived we both chose our ice cream flavours and he insisted to pay. I accepted, obviously. How could i say no to those eyes? 

We were sat next to these small tables outside the ice cream shop when he asked about me.

- So we talked about me, but how about you? I don't know a lot about you.