(A/N) Sorry I know there are a few punctuation and spelling errors.
My name is Elizabeth and this my story...
Exactly 6 years ago I started high school. It was great, I made tons of new friends. I had good grades. I always wore a ton of make up. I knew people stared at me because i had too much on but I pretended they just thought I was pretty. I hung out with my primary school friends it was great every thing was perfect. It was only the three of us me, Taylor and Jamie. We were best friends, nothing could break us. I always stared at this boy, he was year 11 i knew I had no chance with him. I just couldn't help my self but to stare. His name was Troye, he had black spikey hair always wore a cap, never school uniform, big stretchers, septum peircing, and wore my favourite band's merch, and wore red vans. I always remember his shoes. He was perfect. I'm not going to lie i did think about him a lot.
At the time I had a fear of seagulls (laridaphobia). People would pay me out about it and say there's a seagull behind me or something. The worst thing is that the school was near the beach so there were hundreds of seagulls. After a couple of weeks nothing really happened at school a few fights maybe but one school morning I didn't want to get up. I know most kids say they hate school. I didn't know why i just didn't have anything to motivate me. I eventually got up I missed the bus for the first time. Bertha drove me into school. I didn't speak to anyone. I reall just didn't feel like talking. Nobody really noticed not even Taylor or Jamie. I sort of wanted someone to notice or give me a little bit of attention but oh well. When I went to lunch I was walking to the spot were we hung out and this guy came up behind me and pushed me into a herd of seagulls. I fell straight on to my back. Troye sort of turned his head and giggled at me. I didn't get up. I just layed there, I mean I had nowhere to go if i got up. I heard the bell ring i still layed there. Everyone on there way to class just stepped over me like I was a half eaten apple or something.
Eventually the front desk lady helped me up and took me to the sick room she asked if I was okay if I felt sick or concussed. I didn't say anything i just walked out the sick room and to the toilet. I put the seat down, sat there and listened to my music. Most people called me emo or goth because I liked diferent music and i wore more make up than most. Since i got pushed into the seagulls, everytime i saw one it reminded me that nobody cared. It was horrible i had let myself believe those things.
After a while I grew apart from Taylor and Jamie we liked different things we no longer had anthing in common. I knew I had to make new friends but nobody would be seen dead with me. My only friend Emms lived in the city. I loved her we grew up together. We had always caused trouble growing up I loved her and i still do. When I was sad she would make me her special bannana and mango smoothie, it always cheered me up. Everyone said shewas a bad influence on me she smoked, had sex and got high. Bertha and Paul didn't like me hanging out with her but i snuck out an caught the train to hers. She was beautiful and i was only happy when i was around her. She taught me to wear make up, to use Facebook. I looked up to her. She always reeked of weed every time i smelt it I felt safe. i would never smoke or get high I promised her. I told her everything. To me she was perfect.
I knew she hated life i saw scars on her wrists, shoulders and legs. I tried to make her stop but she was very stuborn. She was suicidal but she didn't do it because she knew it would break me if she left. That's when i knew my purpose in life was to keep her alive and hers was to keep me safe. She was my best friend and almost like a mother to me. I think its about time to say that I'm adopted
. I have never met my parents all I know is that they died in a fire I don't have any sympathy for them. I never knew them so my adopted parents are Bertha and Paul. Anyways, i didn't goto school I moved out and lived with Emms. Her parents were never homeher mum was a nurse who came home in the early hours in the morning when everyone was sleeping so i have never really met her but she always smells of aclohol and cigarettes and her dad is always over seas. Something to do with shipping food for Africa or someting I'm not too sure about it.
I would goto to her school. I wasn't enrolled i sort of just waited for her to come out to lunch or recess. She would wag most lessons to come and see me. She wasn't friends with any of the girls at the school mainly just the guys and the stoners. I slowly became friends with them. Thety were like my brothers they cared about me and protected me. They were all older than me and Emms was just over a year older than me. We started to grow apart from them aswell i didn't really think much of it at the time.
By now it had been atleased two years since the seagull accident. Emms quit school and we both got jobs. She worked at the service station and I worked at the local supermarket. Lucky Emms could drive. I was too young at the time so I rode my bike to work. We had money and we looked around for places but nobody would give us any apartments bacause we were so young. Finally we found little shack that we shared with this really dodgey landlord. It was Troye. He looked like shit. He was a meth addict. His teeth had fallen out, his skin looked like leather and he looked so skinny that the wind could break every bone in his body. He reconised me he didn't know why though.
Then he said "You're that seagull chick." in a croaky voice.
I didn't say anything i just noded. I asked about Taylor and Jamie. He told me that they had a fight and that Jamie went psyco and murdered Taylor. Pretty much the school turned to shit and that I was lucky to get out. Also, that the guy who pushed me is in juvinile detenion because he tried to stab the teacher with a compass and had multiple attempts to burn down the school. It's about the time that Emms finished work and met the landlord. She hated the landlord she thought he was creepy and he made her feel uncomfortable. We had a mattress, food, clothes and money. Not the moxt luxurious life style but we were greatful.
She told me she had won some extra cash in a competition so just for fun we got matching tattoos i had a key and writing that said 'nothing can break us' on my palm and she got a lock and writing that also said 'nothing and break us' on her palm. We couldn't be happier. I couldn't help but notice red-ish purple cirle marks on her skin. I asked her about it but she didn't want to talk. I didn't let it worry me too much.
At work I got promoted to manager because the previous one was retiring and was impressed with my marketing skills and wanted me to replace him. when i finished I rode as fast as I could to tell Emms the great news. When I got home I bust through the door screaming with excitment but the first thing I saw was Emms.. swinging from a rope.. she looked white and stiff. I dropped to the floor crying my eyes out. on the table next to her body was a bannana and mango smoothie and a note. The note said:
Dear Elizabeth,
I'm sorry that it came to this but I couldn't bare to be on this planet any longer. I love you and I promise I'll be waiting for you at the gates of heaven. I have been wanting to do this for a while but I stayed alive for you. You are strong and nothing can break us. You are 18 and old enough to make your life decisions for you. I think I should tell you the truth about the past few months. I got fired from the service station 2 months ago. I didn't win a compoition I started to prostitute at the alley ways in the north of the city and the marks on my skin where coin marks. Men used to heat up coins with their lighters and throw them at me and call me 'slut' and 'whore'. I know you think your purpose in life was to keep me alive and you made my time alive amazing. I just felt like my time here was expired. I'm sorry I lied to you about the last few months. I love you. I really think you should go see Bertha and Paul. They miss you and think they can take care of you until you feel ready to leave and be independant. Just please dont blame your self for any of this. I love you x
I put my hand on hers and put our tattoos together. Her hand was ice cold and rock hard. I found Bertha and Pauls number on the back of the note. I called them and moved in and to this day i keep that note and take it where ever I go.
My name is Elizabeth I'm almost 20, I am head of a major super market company and I own a pet seagull.
