Chapter 9
Cats point of view
After a short nap which I cried myself to sleep, I got up and waddled over to the fridge. Not because I was fat or even because I wanted to be a penguin.... although that would be cool.... I could live in the cold and have a nice family without worrying about the other penguin breaking up with me for no damn reason...
Oh right. I was waddling because I was tired. Hahaha. Anyways, I waddled over to the fridge and grabbed some squeezable apple sauce.
Now I know what you're thinking but I really don't care at the moment. My life sucks- or what's left of it- and I'll die alone.
Y'know, when I was in middle school, one of my friends said he was 'forever alone'. And that pissed me off. Mostly because I liked him at the time and he knew it. But everyday he would say to me that he was 'forever alone'.
Of course he got the girl he wanted anyways and later they broke up and he moved on.
The piont is that this is what I am, not him. He never would have felt like I do now and have for the past five and a half months.
The funny and twisted truth is that everyone at least once or twice and a lot of times more than that, think they have such a shitty life. That the world is falling apart at the seems and nothing could possibly make it worse. That no matter what, their life sucks and nothing could fix their broken dreams or smashed phone or lost friends.
They don't know really what suffering is though. Have good they have it, where a broken heel is the worst of their problems.
They don't know what real heart break is. How depressing just a few little words can be. Or how they can change your life forever.
Shaking my head clear of my thoughts, I closed the fridge and stared at the picture still hanging.
I was pretty sure I took it down with the others months ago, but I barely go anywhere but to my couch, bathroom and bed, so I guess I forgot.
It was a picture of me and Harry. It was the one at the water park where he had me on his back and we took a picture with a fat guy that might have been a woman but we couldn't tell.
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Flashback
It was a Saturday morning about a year ago, when I got a text from Harry telling me to be ready in ten with a bathing suit and towel.
I shrugged, showered and got ready in what he said. I wore the yellow polka dot bikini he made me get in place of my tankini, which I always wore because I was self conscious of my tummy.
After I fetched my glasses, the horn of a car signaled me Harry was here. I rushed outside and hopped in the passenger side.
Smiling and kissing him good morning I asked where we were going. He just smiled and kept on driving.
He wore the swim trunks we got him for the summer that looked like Patrick's off of spongebob. I giggled and he gave me a look before laughing too.
When we got there we did all the water games and slides and even went in the pool.
After getting ice cream on each others faces, we decided to go back to one of the water slides. When we got finished I jumped on Harry's back and giggled. He laughed at my childish acts and pretended to drop me.
I squealed and hung on to him. When he stood back up though he bumped into this person.
He/she was really fat and had a mustache and was wearing a black dress. It was hard to tell which gender it was. So of course, I dated Harry to ask 'it' for it's number and get a picture.
He laughed and walked us over to the person. 'It' had a deep voice that cracked a lot and told him to back off, that 'it' was taken. But he gladly took a picture with us.
After we discussed who could have possibly wanted to be with whatever that was and arguing over what gender 'it' could be.
That went on until he dropped me off and I fell asleep on the couch.
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Back to present
I carefully took the picture down and set it upside down on the counter.
Not even looking back in the living room with the broken TV, I walked up and went face first under my comforter.
I don't want any other bad news. I don't want any other complications. I just want to live my life in peace- again I say, or what's left of it.
I don't know what waits for me after and honestly I'm not really scared. I only just regret not having more time and having to leave this world early.
"UGH!" I screamed into the blanket in anger. I was thinking about it again. I don't like to think that way. I don't like to think that I only have weeks left and that no one will remember me.
But yet everyday I have this same conversation with myself. And I don't know why.....
Knock knock knock
Groaning and getting up, I peek through my curtains to see none other then Harry Frickin Styles.
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A/n
YAY! This chapter was a little longer but I'm back so it's all good! just so you kno I did not edit this book yet so yeah. And that all ur votes and comments mean alot to me! keep it up and I'll update more! or try anyways.
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