He saved my life... Well kind of ?

He saved my life... Well kind of? 1

Okay, so this is my first time on Wattpad. I'm new to this whole kinda of thing. I usually write stories and then loose interest... Hopefully I don't loose interest in this one and people will gain interest? Hahah thank you for reading.

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All Thanks To You

I grabbed my soon to be destructive journal from under my bed. I opened it quickly then touched each page lightly as I flipped to a fresh page. The writing was hard, my anger clearly seen on this worn out page. I guess you call this a routine, actually not really. I write in my journal everyday but this time it's different.

I'm writing my last journal entry. I guess that impacts my situation, I'm not a 'diary girl' that writes about her first kiss, or how she embarrassed her self by slipping on a banana peel. My journal is the one place where I can vent, let out all my fears and annoyances.

Finally I flipped to a fresh page, I grabbed a pen from my desk and quickly wrote on the book:

Dear Diary, << are you kidding me? Fuck that. :}

Well, I guess this it, time to do it for real.

No point being in a place where your not respected forget respected but

ACKNOWLEDGED.

Bad feeling, feels like I'm a piece of waste.

Well then. Bye.

-Trinity.

I shut the book forcefully and dug in my closet impatiently for my Jansport bag. I stuffed my journal and important possessions in my bag. First of all there was a picture of my family, years ago, before my mother died. If I were actually talking to you people, I would get the 'I'm sorry for your loss' type thing here. Well she died when I was twelve. I'm seventeen now, and oh how I miss her so much. Before I was such a perky, optimistic person. Now not so much, when she left part of me died with her.

I stared at the picture for a while, my eyes filling with tears in a matter of seconds. There we were, my father a fake smile crossing his face, my sister a couple of years older than me, her light brown hair and perfect features, hazel eyes and full lips. And then there was my mother, her medium length caramel coloured hair, and a real smile. Lastly there was me, a huge difference from then and now, not only in appearance but in attitude as I've implied before I'm more of a pessimist right now. I had dark brown hair, from my father, bushy eyebrows and a smile, a laughing smile.

Brushing away my tears from my delicate skin I placed in my bag, I added my necklace from my tenth birthday in my bag. My parents got it, it said 'love' to my parents love was the most important thing in the world.

. Before leaving I quickly let my eyes take in the last of my room. Dark purple paint was covered on my walls. A double sized bed in the corner of my red, dark colours were everywhere unlike before, bright pink was everywhere. I shudder at the thought of me in pink. A gross feeling, well for someone like me. I looked in the mirror, for the last time, my messy dark brown hair covered my face. I wasn't pale but not tanned, somewhere in the middle is where I lie. My huge light brown eyes were tired, they had flecks of different colours in them. Kind of cool? From head to toe, I was covered in black clothing. A black tee and black hoodie with skinny jeans. Slipping the backpack onto my shoulders I was at the doorway. Slipping on my yellow converse. I didn't bother in saying anything as I left.

My father was watching a sports game and my sister was probably cooped up in her room talking on the phone as always. What a perfect escape.

When I opened the door wind came at my face full blast. Well I guess that's what I get going out at 11:30 PM. As I walked to one of the unoccupied buildings, I began to think, was this the right thing to do? I mean of course it is, it's better for everyone, I'm pretty much a burden to deal with to all. As I got closer to the building which I was going to jump off of ( I know very dramatic) my heart was beating furiously against my chest. I couldn't breathe such a bad feeling. It took all my might to get to the top of the building. Don't be a little chicken now I thought, you want this everybody does. Harsh but true.

I finally was at the top of the building, the pebbles and granite under my converse. My yellow converse. My yellow converse what the hell?! Would someone spot me? Oh I hope not.

Taking deep breath slowly I walked around in circles.

But then a voice called out. Umm what the fuck?

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kay so? what do you think?

don't mind a comment or two haha.