A grey, grey morning at school to match my feelings. I look around, still nobody. "Where could they have gone?" I thought to myself looking for all of my close friends. Most of the time they just run to the washroom or someplace else without inviting me, heck, not even letting me know. At last, I finally saw all of my buddies huddling in a big, wonky circle shape.. Frustrated by them ditching me for what felt like the 14th time this week, I scream while jumping into the now oval-like shape of the circle my friends were in. "Where the heck were you guys?!" I asked them for the 20th time this week. "Oh my gosh, we're sooo sorry!!" They replied in an annoyed tone. Sometimes, I feel like they do it on purpose. They ditch me to avoid ME, on purpose. They ditch me to avoid something that isn't even my bloody fault, on purpose. "I'm sorry for not being perfect and normal" I think to myself wishing I could say it to them in real life. As all those dreaded thoughts overwhelm my head, I decide I can't take it anymore. I run to the bathroom as tears stream down my face. Every single person there is staring, judging, and laughing at me. At the time I was that life wasn't worth it. But, as the sun shone onto my face, something reassured me. Something told me to just forget about all the chaos and hell happening inside my head and to just live my life. As I walked out of the bathroom, I felt all of the dreaded thoughts coming back. As I was about to run back to the bathroom and hide again, I saw him. He changed everything. He cleared all the fear, sadness and everything out of my head as does an eraser clears old writing on paper. The writing never gets fully erased, but it does get mostly erased. But in my case? He only erases it for a short period of time.. When he's gone? All the thoughts consume my mind to the point of insanity. But for now? I'm okay. I walk back to all my friends staring at me. "You okay?" One of the nicer ones asked. "Yeah." I replied just to reassure them. It was at that point that realized something. I didn't just like him, I didn't just love him.. No.. Like a drug, I NEEDED him. I. NEED. HIM. <3
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Him.
Short StoryA story of a girl who finds something. A reason to be happy, and not scared. A reason to smile, not cry. A need. . . . This was an idea / thought I've had in the back of my mind for a while, so I've decided to write it out:)
