Her Story

Song Credit: Hold On Till May by Pierce The Veil

Word count: 5,958

This short story started out as a writing exercise focusing completely on detail. I ended up falling in love with the plot I was writing and wanted to do something with it. Upon saying that, I also feel like I created a bit of a monster here and I apologize in advance for the ending. I had the idea for that ending and I almost had to make it happen. Feel free to correct any spelling and grammar mistakes, my phone was lagging all over the place whilst I was typing this. So, without further ado...

HER STORY

The girl sat at her desk feeling sorry for herself, as usual. Hood pulled up over her head and eyes trained to her desk, avoiding all other eyes and whispers, she tried to distract herself from reality, an impossible task. Her self-isolation left an almost menacing sort of chill in her life. No one here knew her name, no one knew her story. No one knew what she could possibly be hiding underneath the heavy jacket she always wore and the earbuds that seemed to almost grow from her ears.

And with this very girl is where our story starts. How original, am I right? Quiet, emo girl with secrets, loud music and a lack of social personality to top it all off. The stereotypical nobody in every high school drama. Only this isn't a story, it's real life events told in a way that may seem fictional. Although, as true as that may be, I need you to try to believe in what I'm telling you. If not anything else I ever say in my life, believe me now. Nothing else could ever be more important.

Now this girl: she hardly knows who I am, and I barely know her. So who am I to tell you her story, you may ask? I fell in love with this girl. But how can you love someone you know nothing about? Trust me, it's not due to lack of trying that I know nothing about her, she never spoke to anyone. Most people thought she was mute. I would have too if I hadn't so often heard her screaming. I also am one of the few people in her life to hear her beautiful voice, but that's for later.

So back to her story. I'm not gonna lie and say it's a very long one. In fact, it's the shortest one I have told. The importance, though, beats out them all.

Do me a favor before I start: close your eyes. Yes, you heard correctly. I want you to close your eyes and imagine nothing. Clear your head and imagine the feeling of emptiness. Let the darkness just completely take you over, let it envelope you into oblivion. Don't think, don't let yourself feel any kind of happiness or joy. Let that horrible feeling sink in. How do you feel? Lonely? Numb? Like your lacking all of life's essentials like emotions, friendship, light, love, and just all things good? It almost feels like you're being attacked by hundreds of dementors and being told to fight them off single-handedly, right? Well, that's how she felt every day. It got so bad that she felt like she didn't deserve the luxury of other people in her life and shut everyone out. I think I was the closest she got to accepting someone in her life and we barely knew each other.

I realize I'm contradicting myself here but this girl and I, we were friends, close friends. I always wanted something more, though. How could I be friends with someone who never spoke, pushed me away constantly, and whom I don't know hardly at all? Let me tell you, it's not easy, but it will all make sense once I get to the story. This story only really cover the span of about a week. Not that long, I know, but there's not much more than that I can tell.

So let's get down to it. The day was September 3rd, a Saturday. I got a text on my phone from an unknown number. It didn't say much, just my name, a location, and a time. I would have found it intimidating (I mean, who wouldn't?) if I didn't previously know who it was. Instead of finding it weird and suspicious like I should have, I just smiled.