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INTRODUCTION..
All I had ever wanted was someone to be there for me, to be there through thick and thin, and in addition, stay. No matter what, we are going through or what was happening he would stay, and understand. I wanted- needed, someone who could handle me. My crying, depression, bipolar disorders, schizophrenia, and everything else that is wrong with me. In addition, through all of that push past my horrible past and my thoughts and actions against suicide. I knew that finding someone like this was one in a million, like finding, a diamond in a rock pile, but it is all I wanted and the only thing that could keep the half of me that was left, sane. Moreover, I would keep this promise to myself forever; I would wait until I had met the one. I do not know exactly what I was waiting for, committing, dying, I did not really know, but once I met him; I knew I would know.
One Day Life asked Death, “Why does
Everyone love me, but hate you?” Death
Simply replide, "Because You My friend,
Are The Beautiful lie and I am the Painful truth”
~ Anonymous
Chapter One..
“No one understood or knew how much pain and anger I was suppressing. They did not know why I did the things I did, so they just said, ‘It was for attention’ when in reality… It wasn’t. All I wanted was someone to be there for me." I pull down my sleeve to cover the scars carved into my arms and look around, I knew I would not like this school; this story just gave me an even worse feeling. As I read on, this girl, Kate Santogo, wrote about her life, about how horrible it was at home, school, and anywhere else she went. I felt bad… only feeling half of her pain, but then again still some, probably more than anyone in this school would ever be capable of feeling.
I was scared for today, more than anything I had ever been scared about before… well, almost anything. Not only was I starting junior year at a new school, but in the middle of the school year. If I hadn’t seen Kate’s last “Art project” a poem, that she had to write in speech, which the teachers probably didn’t take seriously; It was her suicide note. (Look where that got her.) I probably would’ve pushed through the day with a little more confidence, but that wasn’t going to happen now. In addition, it was kind of a nice heads up on how “Different” the kids and staff were at this school.
Suddenly I hear the first bell ring and almost drop my books as I rush past kids on their way to class as I walk to the office to get my locker combination. I walk out the door looking for locker 109, when I run head first into someone, and the second bell rings. All I get is a glimpse of beautiful, blue eyes and a quiet “Sorry,” along with an apologetic glance before he rushes of too class without any further words. I’m stunned as I help myself off the floor and continue to look for my locker, but not before turning around one or five more times to watch him on his way to class. His piercing eyes seemed to stay fresh in my mind, and long hair that covered most his face.
