Can't Feel a Thing

Let's start at the beginning

*Nadia's p.o.v.*

"I"

"Don't tell me, I know I should not have done that."

"But, I......I"

"Don't tell me!"

"But..."

"Fine I will bite, what do you want?" he asked in a rush of adrenaline and annoyance. I kissed him this time, more hopefully and passionately, suddenly we were gasping for air. We stared at each other for moments, what seemed like an eternity, and I finally blinked. He was gone, my most intimate interaction with any human being, and it happened in seconds.

Let me start at the beginning, I was in eighth grade at a school that turned people into monsters that had no feelings but somehow it skipped me. I was that kid that did not fit into any group. I was verbally bullied for two years by the class royalty and treated like dirt anywhere ever I went. I could not wait to get out, the freedom, except my best friend. He is the reason I am living. He was different from all the other people at my school, he saw what was happening to him and he stopped it, he was strong enough to fight the emptiness that consumed my grade. He was the best person I knew, he didn't act like the star everyone knew he was, but silver lined god. Mentally and physically he was a god. The silver was the sharpest knife that was ever made. The god was the part of him that died every time he saw or heard about anyone being bullied, somehow that perfection was shattered in the minds of my classmates.

All my other friends fought the emptiness too, just not like him, though. His name is James Brendon Jones. We call him Brendon because he had too many memories of James. He and I are opposites yet carbon copies of each other. We both have blond hair and I have grey-blue eyes and he has blue-grey eyes. we were the two puzzle pieces you lose then find only because they found each other.

No one ever saw me cry until the day he said he had a girlfriend. I did not like him in that way but I thought he was smarter. He was dating this girl named Susie; the class queen, she had everything that I could have had. Susie was my bully, my reason for cutting my wrists and my thighs over and over again, and my reason for a pathetic life. My reason for crying myself to sleep every night for years until I had him. My best friend was dating her. His motto was 'forgive but never forget', and he was abandoning me for the only person he was never going to forgive, just for me. They dated for three months I only saw him at school a month. Then she did what I expected her to do. She cheated on him with the soccer captain, a member of the swim team, etc. When I found out I ran to his house and sat with him for hours, he cried the most of the time.