When We Met

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|Donovan|

Dear Cheryl,

I know you probably hate me even before reading this, but I want you to give me a chance to explain why I did what I did. So, please try to not tear this letter away in haste.

I will not beat around the bush because I know you hate it the most. So, here it is.

I couldn't stay there anymore; not when I knew that the ghost of my dead parents would haunt me in that city and that no guy would show interest in me, but my money.

You know I'm totally against self harm, so thank the lords up there that I didn't end up hanging myself against the ceiling or something.

I needed a start, and the best way was to haul my ass out of there. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd insist and make me stay; make me believe that there is light after the darkness.

But, the memories remind me of everything that is dark. There is no light when my sun has decided to take a detour and shine upon some other planet, right?

I'm changing my name, past history, everything. To what, I can't tell you. I don't want you to hunt me down and then probably feed me to your boyfriend's German Shepherd.

Just kidding. I don't want you to step aside from your life to mend mine, okay? I want you to forget about me and move on with your life. Find a new roommate​ and forget that you ever met me. I'd be the happiest if you do that for me.

You've been the best friend that I needed the most when my life had decided to throw me into a deadly rollercoaster. And I'm so thankful for that, that I can't even start off sophisticatedly. It's because of your teachings that I've been able to take this decision of moving on.

Don't get mad at me. I know you'll realize the importance of this step, because had you been in my shoes, you would've done the same.

Say hello to everyone I know and give them my best wishes. Hopefully, you'll soon find me sipping tea with a billionaire and counting dollars, pounds, whatever.

Love,
Leanne.

A little blob of salty tear rolls down my cheek. Then another. One more.

Soon, my whole body tumbles down to the floor. I take support of the pillar and rest my head against it.

I don't know what to make of this little news. Should I drop under depression at the shock of bidding goodbye to my roommate for ever? Or should I laugh at the misery that is known as my life?

I don't want you to hunt me down and then probably feed me to your boyfriend's German Shepherd.

What boyfriend, Leanne?

The same guy who promised to take my hand and travel across the seas with me? The same guy who tagged me as his for three years? The same guy who pulled the carpet off my innocence and said that he loved me?

Or the guy who warmed some other girl's bed because he was bored of me and didn't want to deal with my problems?

I close my eyes and think about all the good things that I thought were a permanent cure to my wounded life.

A happy family.

A fantastic roommate.

A romantic and respectful boyfriend.

Trust worthy friends whom I could turn up to without expecting anything in return.

I wanted to laugh at my ridiculous mindset. How could I think that life had decided to shower the rain of ecstacy and charm over me?

I should've been wiser. I should've been prepared for the worst. I shouldn't have let down my guard.

The lightning strikes against the dull, grey sky and soon, my bedroom window gets pattered with the angry rain.

The water passes through the crack in the window and soon, plops on the marble floor, claiming the territory.

I wipe my tears with the heels of my hands and stand up. I push down the hem of my shirt and walk towards the cracked window.

I place a cloth against the wet floor and drop down beside it.

The war between the clouds and the land goes on in the background. I listen to their anger, their spite and their agony.

I laugh without rounding it with any sort of humour, and slap a hand on the floor.

"Why?!" I scream, banging my fists on the marble.

This is something right out of the movies, isn't it? A girl loses everything she has in some dramatic manner and then ingests the sleeping pills; saying goodbye to the world.

The only difference is, that the girl in this chapter will never gulp down the sleeping pills.

Instead, she will pull into the sexiest dress she owns and then dance her way through the jam-packed clubs.

She will show the doom that giving up is not something that happens frequently, because life is all about ups and downs.

I will move on, Leanne.

I will kick all the Jakes in this world and show them their place: beneath the soles of my shoes. I will show them that their filth is something to get rid of.

With a new found adrenaline rush, I rummage through my walk-in closet and pull out Leanne's favorite dress.

A burgundy coloured, backless and figure hugging dress. It reaches a little above my knees and carves out my body into a perfect slim, and curves that make guys swoon.

I comb my hair into a well fitted bun, curling the loose ends and letting them frame my tear-blotched face.

I apply some deadly make-up, masking my grief with fake attitude and happiness.

The dark lipstick makes my lips pop and the eye colour gives my eyes the smokiness they yearn for.

I dab my favorite perfume and slip into the longest pair of devil heels I own. They make me look much taller than I am, and flicker me with the most required blow of confidence.

If the world wants me to play dirty, I will do this.

I grab my car keys and head out of my apartment, locking it behind me.

The sedan beckons to me and I happily slide in front of the steering wheel.

I always enjoyed driving, I don't know why. It brought about a feeling of positivity that I can't quite put my finger on.

From the inside, I'm crying tanks of tears and breaking apart, one by one.

But from the outside, I've turned into a stranger; someone I'm afraid is about to let loose her despair in the most exaggerated manner.

This stranger has become my beacon of hope.
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Angela ;)