Why me?

Chapter 1

I can't think.

I can't breathe.

It's like someone's wrapping their hands around my neck and strangling me.

Although...no one is actually there.

I can't think. I can't breathe.

Pulling me. Pulling me down.

Down.

Until the bottom.

I can't think. I can't breathe.

Blackness engulfs me like a cold, damp blanket.

That's when I see him. Tall. Black lifeless eyes staring. Staring into mine. Burning. It's like my insides are burning while under his gaze. Like there's rocks inside me, weighing me down. Keeping me from moving.

I can't think. I can't breathe. I can't move.

He walks over to me. To my limp, lifeless, tired body.

So vulnerable lying there on the floor.

Right above me now. That's where he is. Staring down on me.

Cold. Alone. Lifeless. Tired. Dead.

That's how I feel right at this moment.

He's lying next to me. More like holding me. Holding me as I cry. As I tell him my story.

What happened. How it happened.

I tell him what no one else knows. What no one would believe if I did tell them. Not even my parents know about this.

Only him.

Only the guy I'm talking to now.

His strong hands hold me. They hold me tight. And I never want them to let me go.

The time is... well, I don't really know. It's early morning. No one is awake. Just me.

Just him.

He stands up and walks towards my window.

What is he doing?

He pulls the curtain back slightly and I see the sun. Creeping over the horizon.

A new day.

As the sun peeks through the morning clouds and hits him, he fades.

He fades away until I'm all alone. All alone in my cold, silent room.

I collapse to the floor in a heap. Tears streaming down my mascara covered cheeks.

As I lay in bed that night, crying my eyes out, I feel his body warmth. Next to me. He pulls me into his arms and holds me.

He doesn't speak. He just holds me tight, as I cry.

Tears splashing onto his shirt.

Mascara running down my tears stained cheeks.

I tell him what happened that day.

The names.

The comments.

The pain of being alive.

He doesn't judge me and he is comforting in a way. And then, just as the night before, he stands, walks over to my window and just as the sun hits him, he fades.

He fades away till I'm all alone again.