I used to call Valentine's Day "Single Awareness Day." While all of my friends went on cheesy dates with their boyfriends I sat at home and watched a movie, read, or cut. The only thought that went through my head:
No one loves me.
Today, though, I watched a boy, one I didn't really even know, slowly slip a valentine in my empty locker.
I knew what it was by the red paper with a heart drawn on the front, but I was curious what it said. I was anxious to see what it said when I noticed it got slightly stuck in the vent on the locker. I hoped someone would pull it out.
Eventually, Alyssa walked past my locker. She didn't have a boyfriend now. None of my friends did. Now they paid close attention to each other, ignoring almost everyone else.
I helped them bond. That made me happy.
She used her fingernails to pull the card out and she opened it.
"I wish you were here to be my valentine."
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After Suicide
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