Exerts of a Story I'll Never Write

A True Story

"You never notice, you can never tell, so let me help you now that you've lost her. When she is happy she doesn't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word," Rosana said harshly.

"How was I supposed to know? She doesn't like talking about the bad, so why push her?" Timothy questioned.

"Why believe a lie? You know of nothing else, but the lies you let her feed you. It is so entertaining watching you run around like a chicken with no head. Thank you lord! Here she comes." Rosana looked over with relief as Calla walked up.

"Hey Rosana! Timothy." Calla smiled at Rosana.

"I'm going to go over there." Rosana walked away, leaving Timothy with Calla.

"What happened between us?" Timothy asked Calla.

"I could ask you the same thing," she looked at him.

"I know you and Rosana talk so I know that you know what she said." Timothy rolled his eyes.

"Half the crap you think I don't know, I found out a long time ago. You're not sorry for hurting me, you're just sorry that you were caught! I realized some things are better left unsaid which I normally realize after I say them. You know I think about you, but only about how stupid you are to mess things up. I look back now and I laugh at what I thought I wanted. Imagine throwing a glass plate on the ground. If you tell it 'I'm sorry, trust me again', does it fix it? No it doesn't, it can't be the same ever again. As I fought for you, it hit me... I was fighting to be lied to, fighting to be taken for granted, fighting to be disappointed, fighting to be hurt again and again... So I started fighting to let go." She stopped for a second to breathe.

"I-" he started.

"You what? Underestimate me over and over because you think I'm just a damsel in distress from your comic books? When you underestimate me, it is so much fun to show you how much stronger I am then you thought. To prove to you that I am so much better then you originally thought. I shouldn't have to prove anything to you! Why can't you just tell me how you feel, because how you act is so confusing! You say one thing and then you contradict that. You can't like someone and then ignore them and avoid them like a plague. You-"

"Yes you can, you can like someone and then not talk to them, it's not that hard if you can't see. I do like you, I just can't date you. I want you to be with me, but I can't do anything until I'm 18. Can't you wait for me?" He cut her off.

"I'm not waiting for someone that doesn't even know what he wants in life. I'm not waiting for someone that can't tell the difference between happy and sad. I am not waiting for someone that doesn't know how to treat a girl without hiding when he does something wrong. I am not waiting for someone that blames anything that goes wrong on the girl he likes. I AM NOT waiting for someone that can't listen to their parents. I-"

"Look who's talking! You can't listen to your parents at all!" He shouted.

"That's because my parents are dead! Foster family to foster family. Why listen to someone that isn't going to stay for long? My parents, for the time that they were there, taught me that I am so much better then the way that you treat me. When I talk to them they tell me that I need to wake up and stop living in a fantasy that I want to have. They tell me to live in the now because it isn't what I want. You aren't what I need. I tried so hard to keep you. You didn't do anything. I'm done." She sighed because she knew this was the end.

"I don't know what to say," he replied.

"It's okay because now I know what we are and I know what we aren't." Calla took a step back.

"Goodbye Calla, it was great while it lasted. I hope we can still be friends." He watched her leave without saying a word.

Her mind was spinning because she thought that he would try to hold on. He did exactly as Rosana, Val, Kaet, Autumn, and Lucas had told her. Her siblings and best friend were right.