Some notes that you need to read.
Okay, first off it is literally named Cafe'!!!!! So dont comment shiz about it never saying the name because it is. Second It will be slow!!!! I have alot to do, like listen to music and be lazy and not write this. I edit every once in awhile, if at all. So if you see that there is a mistake, fix it yourself, or dont. See if I care. Im not really doing this for people to read it. My stupid teachers told me to start posting my writing and now its summer so I have time to do it and I dont have nothing else to do. Third, This is a cliche' love story. I love cliche love stories so I tried my best to make one. And last. Dont get pissed if I dont finish my stories. Theres always a catch to a writer. Some make way too much mistakes others use the same phrase too much others drone on and on and get sidetracked. Mine is that I never finish a story. Never have. So maybe Wattpad will change that. I just dont want the story to end. Plus I'm not good at writing endings. Or beginnings. Or middles. Soo yeah, tell your friends about me, Okay? I just want to know I'm important on here....
Introduction.
Life is a swing. When you are high up in the air you are having a great time and not thinking about anything but how amazing it feels. Then when you start to fall downwards you hold on to anything you have to not fall. Like life, when you fall downwards you hold on to anything in a desperate search to not fall. On a swing when you go too high you get lifted out off the seat for just a second. That in life, would be happiness. Because it only comes around every so often and when it does you laugh and have fun until like on a swing you plummet to the ground but once you get there you dont fall completely. Signalling that you are going to go right back up again. But as you have to on a swing you have to keep pumping in order to continue the cycle. If you dont you stop completely. Like on a swing, life has a breaking point. This is where the chains snap. Where you fall suddenly. Unlike the last time you dont go right back up. You just keep falling. And falling. And falling. And frankly, you are stuck. Sure you'll pick yourself up but you'll never be as high as you were on the swing before it snapped. Just like when a person snaps. They will be happy eventually. But they will never be as happy as they used to be. Or they may not be happy. They may fake it to protect the ones they love. So they can be happy.
I'm Alixia Stone. My swing snapped. Now I'm searching for any sign that I can fix it and that I can be happy again. But the chances are slim and so is my hope. But heres the thing. I dont want to be happy again. Because being hurt once is bad enough, but being hurt twice is unbearable.
There comes a time in life where you just give up. You just forget you ever cared about anything and you give up. Why? Because if you have no heart it cant be broken. Now that doesnt mean that you are a self-centered jerk. No, you still have the ability to care for others. You just dont let them in like you used to. You start to believe that it's safer to push people away. You start to think that you deserve to be alone. Now, it's either you can continue to be like that until you die and you die bitter and alone, or you come across someone who cares enough to not only stay, but force themselves into your life and make you open up to them. That doesnt happen alot. Most of the time it only happens in fairytales. But this is no fairytale. Darlin', you are stuck in what we all like to call this pothole of hurt and depression, Life. Congratulations.
I'm Destery Johnson. Like you, I am stuck in reality. I begin to lose my sanity. Sinking deeper and deeper. Pushing anybody and everybody out. Until a certain girl comes in my life and changes my veiw on everything. So now I'm determined to change this broken girl's veiw on life as well. Because after all, everybody deserves a happy ending.
The Circle Of Death. (Alixia's POV).
"Alixia Jane Stone! Get your butt out of bed right this minute! You are going to be late for Jordan's funeral!" My mom yelled for the thousandth time from downstairs. I got up and got dressed in my brand new yellow dress that I hated so much and my black flats. I put bracelets on my wrist to hide my scars and ran down the stairs. I will be strong. But not because I want to be strong. The strongest of all girls I knew broke and now I get to see her lying in a casket. It's really sickening, if you think about it. I mean, they display dead people for the living to go and cry and look at them in their sickening, lifeless form. It's quite scary.
We all eat what we can muster up from our plates and head to the "Building Of Death" as I like to call it.
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The funeral was like any other funeral. Depressing. People wandering around with tissues in their hand sniffling. I bet they wouldn't do that if they knew the real reason she did it.
I started up the stairs. But unlike the usual nights, my mom didnt say she loved me. Well, we are all pretty tired. Shut up, Alix! You know that's not why she didnt say anything. But I didnt go to sleep when I got upstairs. I sliced my wrists open some more. Because nothing made me happier than do so.
I heard footsteps and then knocks at my door. "Alix, Can I come in?" Malachi called through the door. Malachi is all I have left.
I get up and open the door. Right as soon as I do I'm engulfed in a hug. I heard his sniffling and he clenched on to me tighter. "You realize this is going to tear us all apart, right? I cant lose you Alix. I cant lose you too." He mumbled, still clenching on to me. I nodded and rubbed his back.
He began to let go and mumbled something unitelligable and walked out of the room. I could see marks on his wrist but I didnt push or plead for him to tell me.
I climbed in bed and tried to go to sleep. But I couldnt. Everytime I closed my eyes I thought of her. I thought of how we used to swing and laugh and play barbies. I thought of how dad started to hate her. Of how he started to hit her. Then it moved to me sometimes. I thought of how she barely left her room or how she stopped speaking to people in school or in general.
I got up and walked down the hall. When I got to the door I knocked twice and walked in. Malachi looked up at me and then scooted over a little bit in his bed.
"Can I sleep with you tonight? I dont want to be alone." I asked. He simply nodded and I got under the covers with him. We lay there. Not talking until I finally drifted off into an unwanted sleep
