It was Saturday morning and I had spent the entire time since I woke up reading the note over and over. Even though I had read it well over 100 times it still caused me smile each time. putting the note in a multicoloured pot above my bed on my shelf I put on my music and lay back down on my bed.
Me? He said he cared about me? My thoughts started to unpleasantly spiral out of control once again. The more I thought, the more I talked my way out of believing someone actually cared. Why would anyone care about me, I'm fat and disgusting he clearly only feels bad for me. My thoughts got worse and I could feel my heart rate increasing. My leg started to tap on my bed almost as fast as my heart beat. Cutting was all I could think about. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't, the thoughts won. I walked over to the box and pulling the lid of with force and anger. I took a blade a placed it on my arm and and pressed hard then slowly shut my tired eyes. Still holding the sharp razor blade to my pale, soft skin I couldn't do it. As soon as I closed my eyes I thought of that note and what was written and just like magic I wasn't angry with myself. If he did care he wouldn't want me to do this, right? I quickly grabbed all my razor's of a rush before I changed my mind and threw them away, where I knew I couldn't get them back. Realizing what I had just done I wondered if this was me wanting to get better all because of one note. this played on my mind for the rest of the weekend but to be honest I think this was the best weekend I have had for a very long time.
On Sunday i had a message on twitter from mikey 'hey Amy I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? I was going to ask in person after school on Friday but i didn't get a chance, so what do ya say?' at first I couldn't stop smiling and was so happy I kicked my feet up in the air restricting myself from squealing, after I had stopped and went to reply I started to think what if it was a joke?!?! what if I say yes and then on Monday he tells me it was a joke and starts laughing at me?!? I decided not to reply that way i couldn't say anything that I would regret on Monday.
Soon enough it was Monday again. Blinded by the sun I rolled out of bed and quickly got dressed then did my hair. 'TIME FOR SCHOOLLL' my grandad yelled from the bottom if the stairs. I skipped down the stairs 'alrightly grandad' I smiled and gave him a hug goodbye then walked to school thinking of mikey the entire way.
Seeing mikey bought a smile to my face. I quickly walked over to him and pulled him in to a tight hug lasting for quite a while. My head buried into his warm chest I breathed deeply. His clothes smelt of smoke and himself which to me was the best smell in the world. Hugging for a while mikey looked at my awkwardly with a small smile on his face 'oh by the way did you get the message i sent you on twitter?' my heart beating fast i had to stop my self from smiling like i was psychotic 'oh yeah i did sorry' there was silence between us for a few seconds until Mikey spoke up again 'so...do you?' still forcing myself to keep a straight face i replied 'sounds good' Mikey pulled me in to a hug and i couldn't help but smile ear to ear.
