One of us is Going Down

Prologue

Every girl at one time in her young childhood wanted her fairy tale ending with her prince charming. No matter how poor, rich, creative, lacking in imagination, it was always a goal at one point to find her true love and have that happy ever after. But those little girls grow up, and ideals and goals can change. They grow up wanting to be lawyers, doctors, nurses, teachers, writers, artists, and bank tellers. They soon forget about the silly childhood goal of finding a prince to lift them off their feet. They go through school, which is training them to be successful adults in life. 

However, a lot of girls can still have those ideas of true love, or love at first sight. And more times than less, those girls' dreams come crashing down into the crushing reality that so such thing exists. Their hearts get shattered, and they find their spirit getting kidnapped, and put into a tall, dark, lonely tower of depression. Of course, many of those girls still smile through it, making them seem like perfect princesses, but obviously disconnected, high up in a tower. She doesn't help anyone come up to her either. She keeps her hair cut and proper, and vines all trimmed. Such girls like this, will never let anyone in their tower, and they find comfort in the darkness of their own depression and pain. I, am one of those girls. And honestly, I don't know if I'd ever be able to go through another heart break from someone who I thought could be my prince.

Hey, my name is Alex Janusewski, and I am seventeen years old. My story starts a few years back in December, when I was fifteen. A few months before I had transferred to a new school out of homeschool. I had been in homeschool for four years, and suddenly being put into a very open public school was stressful, but in time I made my small group of friends.

There was Sam, the super energetic one; She always made the plans, and was kind of the leader of our small group- whatever she said had to be done was usually done. Sam also had a unique fashion sense. She had a short bob, and always wore different hoodies to school, each with a different cute design. Then there was Hannah, the right hand wo-man to Sam; Hannah and Sam had been best friends since basically preschool, and Hannah was always the one who could hold her back when Sam's ideas got way to crazy. Hannah was mature and responsible, but had a rather dark sense of humor. She had beautiful curly black natural hair. No matter what, it always looked fabulous, and she dressed very savvy as well. Next was Patrica, the more weird and lesbian one; She was seriously lesbian, well, technically bi-sexual, but if you showed her a porn magazine from Playboy she'd be all over it. Patrica had a vulgar sense of humor, and was really weird. But we loved her all the same. She dressed well, and had long wavy hair. She always called herself ugly, but she truly was a pretty girl. Last, there was Matt, the funny guy who was probably gay. He was really the only guy in the group, but he surely did not act like it. At the time he had a girlfriend, but if you actually talked to him you'd know this guy likes dick. And I mean no offence at all, he was bi, but y'know, he leans towards men. He was tall, was obsessed with Fallout Boy, and wore jeans that looked kind of baggy on him.

Oh, then of course there was me. Average personality, kind of dense and blunt at the same time, didn't usually get excited for a lot of things, and dressed like any other girl who got up 30 minutes before school started. Quickly, comfy, and most of all, sloppy. Anyways, the school in general wasn't very big at all. At most it probably had 500 students, and that's probably because it was a charter school. It's open to the public, and is a public school, but is privately owned and has its own system and form of student government. It was one building, and had five main rooms used for teaching. The classes would rotate from class to class, and it was easier to do that because the school only allowed grades eighth through twelfth. But even though it was small, the community of student was great. Everyone knew each other, and bullying was not tolerated under any circumstance.

At the time I was in tenth grade, and was barely scraping by with my grades. About a year before this, I had one tough break up. The guy dumped me on Valentine's Day, which is very cliché, and none the less he dumped me for a guy. Don't get me wrong, I have no issue that he left me for a guy. The issue is that he was seeing him weeks before he dumped me, and he didn't have the guts to tell me that he had feelings for someone else and led me on with "I love you"s. I didn't handle it well, I was heartbroken.

I was convinced that I was in love. It was very dumb, I was only fourteen. But he felt like he was the one for me. He understood me in ways no one else did. He listened to me when I needed an ear, and he was there for me when I cried. He truly was my best friend. And then, he broke my trust. He hurt me in a way that I don't even wish upon my enemies. He lied to me, then left me alone with no one to seek comfort in. So I built a wall around my heart. From the time he dumped me, I had basically vowed to never fall in love.

This whole story starts on a Friday afternoon, two weeks before Winter break started.