Gone

6

“Find love?” my head falls back as  I laugh at his remark.

“I am serious!” he says. His mouth is in a straight line and his eyebrows are furrowed. He is standing there looking at me like he is studying my face.

“What do you mean?” I ask interrupting his stare. He puts his hands in his pocket and says, “I know I just met you but I feel like I could show you love. I can show you what it feels like…. Just-just give me a chance.” He begs. I just met the guy and I don’t even know his name. Well he did save my life so I should give him a chance.

“Fine. But only because  you saved my life against my will.” I say. “But first what is your name?”

“Harry.” He has a nice name and an accent that makes me want to curl in a fetus position.

“Mine is Ireland….” I say shyly. When it comes to my name I am insecure about it because when I was younger people used to laugh and question why I have a pathetic name.

“It’s a beautiful name.” he states smiling. I notice he has a dimple. Dimples are a major turn on for me and he is making me fall for him even more. His curls are perfect and his body is perfect. He has tattoos all over his arms and a tattoo on his chest kind of like that guys tattoo on the plane.

“Meet me here tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning.” He says.

“ Okay wow um why so early?” I am not a morning person and I am extremely grumpy when I have to wake up early.

“Well I figured before you could be my girlfriend I had to get to know you and stuff.” He says smiling once again. God that smile is killing me. I scratch my head and agree to his idea. I don’t know why he would even want to date me. Ii basically just tried to kill myself in front of him and he still has the dignity to like me?

He walks me down to the elevator and I swipe my card which leads me back to the hello whole. I notice they all started dinner without me and when I enter they all stop talking.

“Where were you? We were worried!” my dad says.

“Oh um I needed fresh air sorry for not telling you before I left.” I give him a fake smile and sit down grabbing a plate and putting spaghetti on it. Spaghetti is my least favorite food ive always hated it ever sense I was 5. The dinner is quiet and I cant help but notice that all three of them are giving each other looks. I don’t want to have to be here watching these people acting like they like me.

“I have a headache so I think im going to go to bed now. Thank you for dinner.” I get up and out of my seat and quickly rush upstairs to my bedroom. I lat on my bunk bed and scroll through my phone checking instagram. I notice all the people from my school are posting about some stupid party last night.

I wonder what my life would have  been like if my mom and dad didn’t split up. I would probably be happy and I most likely would have had a perfect life. I don’t know why my parents had to ruin everything for me like come on they could have had at least some kindness In their hearts to treat me right. Its all Jeff’s fault for me being here. I’d rather be back with my mom than be here.

As I curl up in my blankets I wonder what me and that Harry guy are going to do tomorrow. He could be a murder and cold take me in the middle of no where to my death but I don’t care, Honestly I am at the point in my life where I don’t care if I die. I don’t care if I get ran over or if someone murders me because I have a feeling that I would finally be happy after I die. I am surprised that I haven’t gone back up to the roof to try to commit again but something in my mind is stopping me and I don’t quite know what it is.

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I woke up to the smell of bacon which is my favorite food. I cant even remember the last time I had bacon. I think I haven’t had it sense last month when my mom used to make me it every Saturday morning.