It All Started With A Dare

Chapter 15.

Love is a mysterious feeling, it just comes from nowhere and it overwhelmes you. It destroyes you.
When love comes, all you can do is feel it in your heart, in your stomach, also through your veins.
Love is red, red as blood, as passion, it's a red that can hurt and make you feel alive at the same time.
It's a continue contrast.
Sometimes it can become only pain, nothingness, the void, something that scares you.
That's the reason why love is even hate.
Love and hate. A perfect match.
They're two opposite things, but still they're similar. One generates the other.
Love is a continue fight for survival, a little bit like life, but in life you survive for "I", while in love for "we".
Happiness is just a second.
So how can we say that we are happy, when we're in love?
We can be happy only if we don't give up on what we're fighting for, we need to fight for the love that is red and not for the one that is black, a love that is nothing but pain.
Love is fight, courage and an hurricane. Love is, it can't not be. It's red, not black. Love is pure.
Love is red for those who fight, black for who surrenderes.
I'm not fighting for a love that is black, because I want to keep believing that my red love is still out there, waiting for me to be found.

I stopped writing the first things that came to my mind in that moment.
I didn't even know what to think anymore.

I got in my bed still with the clothes that I had on today and started screaming in my pillow.

Never in my entire life, I would've thought that something like this could've happened to me. I had been humiliated before and I thought that it was enough. I've been humiliated by classmates, by my own dad, but this definitely beated them all.

Sometimes I just ask myself why? Why does pain and suffering has to torment always the same person? The world is full of people that suffer, but it's even full of people that don't even know how pain feels.

So I ask myself why? Why is life so cruel to some and not to others? Is it because we deserved it? Is it a sort of punishment? Pain is something that I felt so many times that I've become immune to it, numb.. but pain is never enough, it keeps on hitting on your door, when you last expect it. But I'm fed up of feeling this way, so this time I am going to open that door and, after that, I'm going to make sure to walk straight through it to then slam it shut on my way back.

12 hours earlier

"Meet me at the library tomorrow after school???" Chanel exclaimed, reading the text that Dylan sent me yesterday.

"Have you seen the ID?" I asked suspicious.

"You know what? I don't know if he is mentally disturbed or mentally disturbed" India said, putting a finger on her lip as if she was thinking.

"What? That doesn't make sense" I said.

"Got it! Yes, definitely mentally disturbed!"

Me and Chanel just looked at her like she was the one mentally disturbed, but this was India we were talking about.

"Anyway, lets put aside the fact that this guy has a mental problem,ok? So first he meets you at a party, he asks you if you want to play truth or dare, you accept, you meet Jason and blah blah blah.." Chanel started explained.

"It wasn't exactly blah blah blah, but ok" I said using air quotes to imitate her words.

"Do.not.interrupt.me" She warned and I made the gesture to seal my lips with a zip.

"So after the party he drives you home, he asks you on a date and the next the day you invite him home, the day after that he kisses you.."

"It wasn't exactly like that, but-.."