Hey guys,
You all seem to be reading but no one seems to be commenting or rating, so I have yet to k ow what y'all think. So, let me know if you like it, cause if you do, I've been working on a sequel. 'anna' that I'll post if you like it. :)
Thanks.
Morgan.
Dedications
This lovely little story is dedicated to everyone, because everyone should get lost in a book every now and then.
But there are a few people who without them, you wouldn't be reading this.
Mostly to Cira and Michael, without you two and your inspiration, ideas, criticism (especially you, Michael), and moral support, I would have stopped after day one. You are two people I am nowhere without.
This is also for Diana, Emilie, Sarah, Sam, Jordan, Nicole, and my family, you guys are the best.
We sat up there in the gloaming; nothing could take away from that sunset, well not nothing. His eyes alone could put it to shame. But I didn't want that right now. I wanted to enjoy the sunset, the water reflected off the sun and sky to make a perfect mirror, forming an everlasting image of beauty, almost equivalent to that was sitting next to me. Finally I looked over, unable to contain myself for any longer. And, as I earlier predicted, he did put the sunset to shame, and the Mona Lisa, and the stars, and even, dare I say Jesse McCartney. His hair looked to be poured straight from a pot of molten gold and his perfect jaw line and the body only a god could replicate. I wondered how I got so lucky, as I stared in awe he looked over at me, and smiled, making crooked look so beautiful. The silver spots in his eyes sparkled against the navy blue. He slid a bit closer to me, making me nervous, not because of his contact but because of our precarious placing on the edge of the roof. He must have sensed my nervousness, he put one of his delicate, but strong arms around me and I felt as if the world were to end, id be safe in his arms. He leaned his head in and he smelled like a fresh rain, before I could worry about what I smelled like he kissed me, and the world stopped. He pulled away all too soon, and I saw it in his eyes, as I knew he could see it in mine, this was the beginning of a new era, our forever.
Chapter I
I awoke to my music gently nudging me awake with a beautiful voice, 6:30, ugh, I could kill myself. I wandered about dressing in a haze still only half conscious. I really don't think that the nightmare ended until I started washing my face. I tried to recall the nightmare but all I could remember was laying in the bath tub bleeding out as I watched my blood swirl gracefully down the drain. I really need to stop this whole emo thing, its seeping into my subconscious mind. I put on my black tank and cut offs, admiring my thin legs, but remembering the hunger. I started quoting as I walked downstairs, death is easy, and life is hard......... I stole some of my mom's fat pills and popped several vitamins. Coffee at hand I walked to my truck, my only joy in life, nothing makes me happier than the roar of my 1993 Ford f-350 engine. I smiled and sighed as I backed the long bed out of the drive way.
When I went to pick up Anna she immediately knew something was up, she always does. "Drew, what's going on?" she handed me a pear "eat you damn anorexic, let me see those arms". I turned to her and said "I'm driving damnit!" but since I knew she wouldn't let it go I pulled over and showed her what she knew was there but prayed not to see. "Jesus Drew! I thought you said you were quitting, but those scars don't lie! Why do you put me through this? Do you want me to be miserable like you? It's hard to be a decent best friend when you're always pulling this sh..." her ranting blurred out as I tried to concentrate on the road. She eventually quieted down so I finally got a chance to speak. "look, it's hard to stop, you know as well as I do that I'm slowing down and that's all I can promise, I'm sorry, you know I love you like my sister and I'd never hurt you if I could control it.". Anna sighed and mumbled something about hearing that one before. She reached into the glove box and brought out Neosporin, Mederma, and some concealer and began working on my wrists.
