So, it's started with the guy I liked, he has dirty blonde hair that is very long. Every time I look in his green eyes it just makes me fall in love all over again!
We started as strangers, I messaged him on Facebook a couple times and we talked but that was all. Later on, we began to talk more and more. I got so caught up with him I just fell in love.
As I was falling in love, he was too.
We always would call each other best friends but I imagined it as more.
One night I asked if he loved me and he said yes, so I let out the truth and told him that I liked him back. After that night we started flirting with each other . But sometimes when I asked him if he still loved me he would sometimes say as a friend, but other times it was more. I got so confused and frustrated I let all my anger onto my body, I grabbed the sharpest scissors in my house and started cutting myself.
A few days later the counselor pulled me out of Spanish class. As we walked down the high school hallway, I asked him if he was in trouble and he said no. After he answered my questions my mind started going crazy. I thought to myself, "what must be going on here?!"
A few minutes later, we arrive at his small office. I sit down in the comfy chair. My heart beating viciously, I wanted to run out of the small office and cry my heart out.
He starts the conversation of with,
"so a teacher told me you've been cutting yourself, is that true?"
"Yes, yes it's true" I calmly answered.
"why have you been cutting yourself?" he asked me.
"there's this guy I really like and he's been confusing me on weather he likes me or not. It really made me frustrated!" I answered.
"we'll I'm going to get you through this, okay? I'm always here for you!" he confidently answered back.
"Okay thanks" I awkwardly replied.
He started writing me a pass back to my class. As he was done I took the pass and started walking down the hallway trying to hold back the tears that wanted to flow.
As I open the door and shut it I walk to my desk, as I was walking to my desk everyone stared at me and even some asked what's wrong, I ignored everybody and sat at my desk. As I'm sitting at my desk I try so hard not to cry, but I didn't success, I ran into a corner crying my eyes out.
A few weeks later the counselor suggested that I tell my mom. When I got home that day I told her what happened she ran out of my room and I ran after her. She was running towards my father and she told him what I did. He yelled at me and...
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