Allison

Life Before [Intro to Allison]

         Her name full was Allison Brianna Cilera. She was always so happy and loved life. Her strawberry-blonde hair always fell perfectly down slightly past her shoulders. Her face was perfect, and she didn't even need all the makeup she used, and I was one of the only few to see her without it. She had many friends, and everyone loved how confident she was. I soon found that she was nothing without her mask. Once it was taken off, she was nothing. She had no one. Once she was at her house she went back to her unhealthy, abusive life. The second she entered her "home" her mother began to give her ridiculous requests, and she immediately was sent to her room if these requests were not fulfilled precisely the way they were given, and if a mistake was made, she was sent out of the house for the night and forced to find somewhere else to stay. She normally stayed with my family, because we were practically one. 

     Though I yearn to say that we still are nearly one family, I must instead tell you that Allison left. One day I woke up and she wasn't here. I thought that maybe her mother was beginning to come around, but when I called Allison's phone she picked up the phone laughing, which made me radiate happiness. 

    "What's got you so happy?" I say, and I later find I didn't want to know the answer to that.

   "I want you to meet someone, but it'll have to be soon," she says, and I loved hearing how happy she sounded when she said that.

    "I'm free right now, I'll meet you at the regular meeting spot, I'm going there right now anyway, I forgot my jacket yesterday when I was cleaning up the park."

    "Alright, I'll be there with my person in five." As she finishes and hangs up, my mind immediately goes to the worst and thinks she's found someone better than me. I mean, it's not like we're dating or anything, but I wouldn't complain if she told me she wished we were. I've had a crush on her since before I can remember, but she's never felt the same, so I've never said anything. 

     I get ready within three minutes and I arrive at the park around the same time Allison does. At first, I see no one with her. She's sitting on the swings. I walk over and sit on the swing next to hers. 

    "Who did you want me to meet?" I ask, and see that she's still beaming.

   "He should be here shortly," she replies. I immediately become depressed just enough that it wasn't noticed. It's a 'he', so that means my chances with her are, once again, shattered. I see a tall, buff guy approach us, and I feel like he could snap me like a twig with little to no effort. The most intimidating part is probably his ruggedly handsome facial features and perfect hair to match his face. He walks over and holds out his hand to shake mine, I suppose. With hesitation, I extend my arm and feel his hand firmly grip mine, and he shakes my entire arm and I slump back slightly. His size is ridiculously intimidating, so I just step back an inch. 
    "Zander, this is Lonnie. Lonnie, this is Zander," Allison says, "Zander, Lonnie is my boy-" 

   "Boyfriend," I say, cutting her off. I somehow manage to gain some confidence and walk the other way, the wind nearly carrying me to the child-sized house in the playground. I walk in and sit on the ground with my knees pulled up to my chest, and I rest my forehead on my knees. I wonder what he could do that I couldn't, but that was quite obvious. I'm a socially awkward wallflower, and I'm only six-feet tall. He's so confident, and he's like four inches taller than me. My mind races vividly with thoughts, them talking about how thin I am, or how much better than me he is. I can't do this. I close my eyes before I hear a knock on the playhouse door. I ignore it before I hear Allison's voice.

      "Knock knock!" I hear before the door opens, and I get up, brushing past her out of the door, back to my own home. I run into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me and laying down on my bed. I bury my face in my pillow and sob until I fall asleep.