For the next few days I just lay in bed. I didn't leave my room, I just stared at the ceiling and cried. Mum and Dad brought me meals but I hardly touched them. My life was just nothing for a while. I did nothing. I didn't go online or read or watch TV. I just continued to live and I hated every second of it.
"Gabriele, can you please just talk to us. We miss you."
"Go away Mum. I don't want to talk. I want him back."
"Well he can't come back. I'm sorry."
I lay there thinking about that for a while. He wasn't coming back. They only way to see him again would be to join him. I thought if all the ways I could get to him. Overdose was certainly an option but could easily fail. I could find some rope of something. No. I couldn't kill myself. But I just wanted to be with him. I could always slit my wrists.
That's exactly what I did. I cut deeper and deeper and then the room began to spin. I couldn't continue. The blood was pouring from my arms. I was almost with him...
I woke up in a hospital, my parents sat at my feet, both of them crying. I still felt nothing. I looked at my wrists. They were bandaged up. I had failed.
"Gabriele. What were you thinking?"
"You scared us, hon."
"I just needed to be with him. I missed him so much."
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Soulmates
RomanceWhat if the only way to find your true soul mate was by looking at the bruises on your legs or the cuts on your arm. This is how Gabriele discovers her soul mate just because she happens to be clumsy. Insparation- http://jensendaddy.tumblr.com/
