We Can Be Perfect Too

chapter 3

I wake up, once again.

Why is it so difficult to die?!

When I open my eyes I see him, a big boy, also fat, but it doesn't make him ugly. "Good you're awake." He says, and smiles warmly. I scan his face, searching for a lie, but I can't find one.

What is this?

"What is your name?" he asks after a small moment of silence. "Charlotte." I answer, my voice breaking in fear of this new boy. He hands me a cup of water and smiles again. I reach out to take the cup and take a few sips, still maintaining eye contact, scared of what he will do when I look away.

"Why am I not dead?" I ask silently, but it must have been louder than I thought because the smile on the face of the new boy fades away. "What?" He asks, probably thinking he heard it wrong. "You wanted to die out there?"

I change the subject quickly and ask him where I am. "I brought you home, I found you laying in the bushes close to where my car was parked." Wow, how damn logical, even a bush can't hide my fat body.

"I'm Logan by the way." He smiles again, this time I smile back, but only a little.

"Do I know you Logan?" I ask. "No not really but I would like to know you if you would want that ofcourse. I mean you must have loads of friends. Ofcourse you do because you're so beautiful. That's why I found you, I don't know something pushed me to go over to that bush and it was like an angel was sleeping there, and it was there for me. What am I talking about I don't deserve an angel. Am I still talking?"

I smile, I really smile, not fake.