Two Sides Of Life (On Hold)

6. Survivor

I woke up in my bed, and got up. I walked to the mirror, and saw a hicky. Then all the memories came flooding in. Xavier and I were kissing, and his Dad came into the laundry room with my bra off and Xavier in his birth suit. His Dad was yelling at us, as Xavier was standing behind me covering my breast and I was covering my underwear. He walked out of the laundry room, and called my brother. My brother came in the apartment with storm following. My brother punched Xavier, and his dad slapped him. I was tell them it wasn’t all Xavier’s fault, and my brother locked me in my room. I still felt Xavier’s lips on mine, and I had to go to school today. Right as I walked into the door people were laughing and making fun of me. I saw a picture of Xavier and I making out in his apartment. Xavier walked into the door, and the guys were high fiving him. He was so confused until he saw the picture. He looked at me, and I took a deep breathe. I walked to my first class, and even the Teacher made fun of me. Everyone was saying I was a slut and Xavier looked so hot. After hearing everyone talking about me I got to go to lunch. I came up to Alec who ignored me, and everyone else. I sat down at a table, and held myself together. I haven’t seen Xavier at all, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to or not.

“Slut!” My ex best friend yelled out from the other side of the cafeteria, and everyone laughed.

“Thank you everyone for calling me a slut, and showing me how awful you all are. I will abide the name calling until the end of the day where I will go to Chicago and prove to you all that I am more than you think,” I said and sat down. I spent the rest of getting glared at. My leg didn’t hurt as bad I think there was some huge bruise. I couldn’t do this anymore. I packed all my things, and rode my skate board to the train station. I sat down, and felt a heavy burden was on my shoulders. A woman sat down next to me, and she smiled at me. I shared the same smile, but it quickly vanished.

The conductor asked where she was going, and she said Chicago. He asked for some amount and she was a dollar short. I handed him the dollar, and smiled.

“Where are you going?” He asked me.

“Chicago,” I said handing him a ten. He walked away.

“Thank you so much.” She said and I nodded.

“Yeah,” I looked out the window.

“Don’t let their voices get to your head, your better then all they said” She said.

“I’m truly not. I am so depressed and miserable. The only thing that is changing is I’m going to stay with my parents and I don’t have God anymore.” I said and she nodded.

“I’m 96 years old, and today I’m going to die.” The woman told me. I was so confused why was she telling me, “Please take my journal, I don’t have anyone else to give it too.”

“Why do you say you’re going to die today?” I asked her.

“Because God told me last night he wants to come home, but I had to do one last thing and that was helping someone.” She said and smiled.

“You’re happy that you’re going to die?” I asked her.

“I’ve live 96 years, and its time I want to see God. God for gives every little thing and I know from experience. You have God he’s just waiting for you to walk towards his light.” She said and smiled, “He also told me my death won’t be painful, it might scare me, but he wants me to put my faith in him.”