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E N T R Y 9 | anonymous

A N O N Y M O U S.

C H A P T E R 9

M A Y T H I R D 2 O 1 3

1 : 4 8 am

"We've got our methods

And there's nothing here

To stop us"

-Lorde

My mother would not let me leave the table to return to my 'not so safe' haven.

So I eventually just snuck away, tip-toeing down the stairs.

When I got to my temporary living quarters, I greeted my bed with open arms.

I had fallen asleep, promise I did, but I woke up.

Bad dream, that the note from Noah was a suicide note and I was to late.

Obviously I tried to resume my sleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about the note.

So, I got up, turned on the light, and opened the desk drawer.

I want to read it, I really do.

I just don't think I can.

So I'll just put it away.

But I can't stop thinking about it.

¶ Dear _________,

I've put a lot of thought into this,

And I know some things I shouldn't.

But either way, I want this, us, to work

Out, even though it shouldn't. I know

You think there's no point, I kind of read

Your diary a few years back. I know how

You feel, felt, whatever. But I still feel the

Same as seven years ago. Please give

Me the chance to prove myself to you,

I need this to work ________. I need us

To work. Meet me on the roof at 1:50 am.

If you're not there, then I know how you

Feel.

All my love,

Noah.

The clock says 1:49.

My heart says yes.

My mind says no.

Screw my mind.

...

I sat on the edge of the roof, a blanket rolled up beside me.

It was stupid, really, to think he would show.

It was 1:58 am.

Then it hit me.

If your not there, then I know how you feel.

He takes it back.

I had to wipe my tears from my eyes.

I guess I was halfway sad he wasn't there, and halfway sad that I was stupid enough to show.

The world hates me, I hate the world.

Tell me, what's the point?

Maybe May.

I should start planning now.

Signed,

anonymous