This Maybe Your Story, But This Is My Life.

Renae and Marcus

Tall enough for a twelfth grader was she. Black hair with brown eyes and yes, short hair. Short black hair.
She wasn't amazing at all.
She sang, danced, sketched and painted. She was good at it all but not great at any.
Her name was Renae. Too strange for a name but weird enough to be the only kind of - The Kind.
All she ever wanted was to be different than the normal but life gave her way more than the different she longed for, she got tired.
She wanted to tape the hole it had created but all she got was some ointment to apply on the scars that left a mark, though she knew it better than anyone else that even if someday the scars disappeared, she knew she had it. Once.

As time flew by, she gradually loved the way her life revolved.
Slowly, she built not a wall but walls within her own world for reasons she knew best but that's the one thing that made the story go wrong or say way up like a  rollercoaster that was supposed to come down or fall apart half way through the ride.
When she felt like it was time for her to break down the barriers and let people in, it was far too late.
Far too late. Here let me show how late.
(Break it now)         (sorry, you're late)
        ↓                                    ↓
                What Renae did
Nop, not now.          Yes, I can finally.
                      
                Result of her decision                          
                                  ↓
                   Faded doom because the walls were now indestructible. Yep.

The walls wouldn't come down even if she wanted to, no matter how hard she tried. Her mind and the walls had  created a special bond.
(That is why, your mind maybe a genius but too much awesomeness lets you develop an ego which results to stubbornness of deciding when to let it go and hence, you shouldn't allow your mind to rule over you.)
No one could ever climb it or had the patience to wait, wait for it to collapse.
(Because those people never knew that the walls were indestructible. I feel bad for how long they waited thinking it would collapse. Sometimes I wonder what kind of brick Renae thought of while trying to create these walls.)

This Renae was a depressed and one hell of a hopeless girl for three long years and was of course, suicidal.
(Which was an epic failure each time because she was like I said, good but not great at anything.)
The funny but weird thing was that she had a support partner, more like a witness every time she attempted one.
(FYI, She tried killing herself three times)
That partner was none other than the great but boring guy, Marcus.
Marcus saw her trying to kill herself each time and this was what he said every time, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
(Suppose if I were the third person stalking those two, I would have walked right in and slapped the two of them and yelled, "S-E-E-RIOUS-LLLLY? with the accent and a poker face)
Trust me on this readers, you may, no wait. You will hate Marcus half of the time you're reading this book because  what he did was that type of extraordinary people don't or never do, and that was, here it comes.
He was the one that gave most of the ideas on how to die or ways in which Renae could die without much pain.
(Doing the lame annoyed face.)