In middle school, you met a boy, he was adorable, sweet, and a bit of a flirt.
No, I'm lying. He was rude, not so nice, evil in a way, but he had that face. That adorable play boy face that caused you to fall in love with him. Everyone or probably just you nicknamed him "the Prince", he was cold and a savage. He caused the most beautiful girl in school to become depressed, that's how powerful he was.
But He was nice to you. You lived near each other and because of that, you knew his father and mother. His parents were kind. They were gorgeous and handsome, so it was understandable where he gotten his genes from. You didn't understood why and how they produce a cold child, it was ironic in it's own way.
This boy was your everything and you wanted to be his everything.
You decided to write a note to him.
You heard from his parents, they were moving to the city. Away from you.
You had to tell him your feelings now or you won't ever see him again. Writing down your deepest and darkest secret, how you felt about him, why you loved him. You expected him to keep it secret.
Handing the note to him on his last day seemed like a really good idea.
The next day, the day he was finishing packing and leaving, you walked to school.
Not really noticing the laughs and giggles behind you. "Was there math homework?" You asked yourself, trying to remember. You looked around and finally noticed your peers laughing at you. "What? What happened this time? Is there toilet paper this time?" You asked. One of the students pointed at a note on the school board. You gulped and went towards said board.
Your heart exploded. Your eyes widened, watered. It was a matter of time that you wanted to shout, but even your lungs refused to get air, enough for you to scream your misery out.
You couldn't believe this.
You couldn't s t a n d this.
You sneezed and there, You forgot everything else that happened.
Walking unconsciously to the unknown, not caring about the obvious looks and gossips around you.
You trusted him.
But that didn't matter anymore, he was no longer near you, no longer in the same country as you, no longer in the same world as you.
No longer in your life, or will possibly be in anyone else's.
. . .
You sneezed and woke up, strangely enough you were standing, a pair of scissors and a piece of paper on your hands. Were you sleepwalking? It seemed so but what were you doing?
You scanned the pair of scissors in your hands, then the piece of paper, you noticed the writing in cracking ink, it looked like it writer was in a hurry, it read;
" 'Why'? W-what does that mean? 'Why'?"
You flipped the paper quickly in nervousness then noticed the bit of red ink on it, you hesitantly bent your head to smell it, it was blood, unnoticeable, but you knew that smell all too well.
You began feeling nauseous, your head grew dizzy and a pulsating pain began flowing through your body, you had a fear of blood.
You started connecting the dots, trying to forget about the drop of blood, it wasn't a lot to make you faint but merely smelling it triggered a lot in your past, a not so happy havoc.
You snapped from your thoughts, you had to leave this place.
Hold on, what was 'this place' ?
You looked at your surroundings, it didn't take a genius to guess where you were, you widened your vision field and looked over the room where endless racks of book of all colors and sizes were placed carefully.
