She Was All Alone (A short story)

Flashbacks I'm having of me Aleah and sometimes Ian laughing together. I'm in my room alone clinging to a pillow. The memories go by little too fast and tears stream. Every teardrop is a waterfall. I make my whimpers quiet so no one worries.

I find my razor. And cut my wrists for the first time. I used to think that was sick, but now I understand. Since I'm still thinking about everything, it numbs the pain. I can't feel anything. I just see the blood. For some reason, I feel better. I clean up and get to bed.

The next day at lunch, it's just me and Ian. She's not there. Again. I think about everything again. My eyes water over. He sees. "What's wrong?" "Nothing much," I lie. "You already know." I try to keep a straight face but the depression breaks me. I hide my face in my knees so others don't see. I look down and see the mascara stains. He sees my tear streaked face and his reflects hopelessness. He holds out his arms and I fall into them, crying my eyes out.

Others have noticed that I've changed. I found Aleah when she had attempted suicide. She was in the hospital for seemingly forever. She was hurting. I saw it. And I got into a relationship, leaving her alone. I'm an awful person.

I was cutting everyday for the month, new scars forming that would last a long time. One day I was just sitting outside, wearing a sweater even though it was 80 degrees outside to hide the scars so they could heal. I see a familiar face from far away, with long tumbling strawberry blonde hair and a careless sway in her walk. Could it be her? No. No one told me she was coming back this soon!!

"Aleah?"

She's close enough now I see a smirk spreading across her face, and I know it's her.

"Holy shit" Ian mutters next to me but he sounds far away. My face has a disbelief to it and I don't know what to do. I jump up and run, faster than I ever had before. The wind pushes my tears mixed with happiness and sadness across the sides of my face. I jump at her, squeezing her harder then I should.

The hug lasts probably 5 seconds but feels like a millisecond. My face is wet with tears now, I'm crying. She is too, I can see. "Don't you ever try that again," I say.

"You are loved."