Escape

chapter 2

I was such a hard headed girl at times because well I didn't like being told what to do, I was so use to being independent and well... I just got use to being alone and depending on myself. Once I got to 8th grade, I had my very first boyfriend his name was Jake. Jake was a really kind, thoughtful, and happy while I was very stubborn, mean, and careless. We were total opposites and the thought of us being together was very hard to believe because it didn't really make sense or go with the puzzle. Jake wasn't like the other boys or as he made it seem like he wasn't my parents didn't know neither did they care nor did I personally want him meeting them at all. I, on the other hand met his parents, they were very kind to me and they treated me as if I belonged there making me feel loved and appreciated. I didn't know if it was true or if it was just a dream and fake honestly it seem to good to be true in my opinion. Time past by with Jake, we would talk about the wonders of the world or how many people take their animals for granted. There was so much to talk about when I was with Jake, he'd always make time for me even when he had football practice and I loved it because it made me feel wanted for once something I never had from any of my parents. Then...on January 5, 2015 our two-year anniversary, we went to Starbucks to get muffins and coffee. On the way over there, a car was going really fast in front of us and it swerved towards us he quickly tried to dodge it, but the car still managed to hit us. Everything went by so fast the hit the screaming, the blood, the broken glass, and his lifeless body just sitting there... His deep blue eyes, pale fragile face, and his black silky hair all gone... I cried my eyes out that day and the day after that and the day after that. I would wake up every night screaming and crying replaying everything in my head. My parents didn't take notice of it they weren't even home at night they'd always be home around one in the afternoon and leave around six in the night. No one knew what I was going through, his parents stop talking to me too. The day of his funeral, his parents didn't even meet my eyes they avoided me and it'd make me cry even harder once I got home. In my mind I would think it was all my fault if I didn't ask for a muffin it wouldn't had happened he would still be here, I'd still be in his arms. I isolated myself from everyone always quiet and in the back of every class no one would go near me they'd just look at me and walk past me or stare at me. Rumor even had it that i killed him because thats how evil and depressed i was i had to take another life instead of mine. I was upset for a while but later realize that they didn't care they never did so why now, then again i never really came to understand the mind of a teenager who has a nice steady life.