Besitos // Tony Perry fanfic

Chapter 8

"Why can't i?" he said

"I'm just wondering because no one was ever really nice to me, maybe because I was different" I said

"Ok, let me tell you something. It's story time" he said

"Ok" I said still lying on bed

"It was freshman year of high school, I met a girl that was different from everyone else. I liked her and I wanted to help her because she always used to self harm and would always think about committing suicide. We became best friends later on and she was becoming even more suicidal. People bullied her and I stuck up for her as much I could to protect her, I even took several punches from protecting her. It didn't bother me because I wanted her to feel that she belong here in this world. Sadly one day we had an argument and we stop talking for a while, I also stop defending her which was very stupid of me. I showed up at her house one day to tell her I was sorry. I went up to her climbing out the window onto the branch close to it. I ran over to her window and tried to stop her. She said her last words and slipped off the branch she was standing on. I saw her body hanging from the branch above. And I would always remember Leah. I don't know why, but you remind me so much of her that I want to be so nice and gentle to you" he told me. I feel really bad about this whole story tony brought up about.

"I'm sorry for your loss" I said looking down

"I'll set up the bath for you," he said going back out the door

"Ok, thanks" I said still looking down

He walked out as I fell back on the pillow. I groaned due the fact my cramps were getting worse. I got up and grabbed comfy clothes I could change into. I walked into the bathroom that was close to me. I got in and changed, I went back to the room and dropped myself on the comfy bed. It was cold, so I grabbed a blanket to wrapped myself in. Before I slowly drifted into a power nap, Tony came in informing me the bubble bath is ready. He lead me upstairs to the other bathroom which was bigger. Tony left and I took off my clothes and got in the bathtub and layer there for a while playing with the bubbles.

*Tony's P.O.V.*

I walked out the bathroom leaving Isabelle in there. I walked to my room and looked through my cabinets. I found a old scrapbook. I opened it seeing a picture oh me and a redheaded girl, Leah. On top of the picture it said 'Tony and Leah's memories' I turned the page looking at the picture of the turtle she got me for my birthday, Raphael it had a couple of note written around the picture. It said things like, happy birthday Tony the turtle! and stuff like that. I turned the page again, it was a picture of me and Leah skating with a couple of friends. Ever since this day we both got together. I flipped through more. And I admire how beautiful she was, she should've never committed suicide. We had future plans, to get married and start a family. I remember talking to her about what we're going to name our children, if we were ever to have them. Sadly after 2 weeks we had an argument and broke up in senior year, she hung herself. All these memories make me cry. I stopped at the one where we were at a blink 182 concert, that was when she stole a kiss from me. My friend bob took a picture of that moment we had, I'll never forget that date. Next to the picture was our signed tickets to go see them. I turned a couple of pages looking at the memories, then I reach the end. The end was a note she left by her nightstand the day she committed suicide. It's not the one that was on the branch. I read it, I feel so guilty. I wish I could have got there earlier to try to stop her. I remember her saying her last words that are stuck in my head since that day:

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine in the other side. I'm sick and tired of everyone, I wish people could understand me. You were the only real friend I had, and thanks for everything. I'm sorry about this tone, but I guess it's time for me to be gone. If I'm not excepted here, then where in this world am I? I thought about it and made up my mind. I'm sorry about everything and I forgive you, but I won't be here to share more memories. I know there's someone out there that deserves you more than I. Good bye turtle"

and that's when she slipped off the branch. I picked up the note in the scrapbook that read.

'I'm sorry about everything I put you through, I hope you start a new scrapbook or an album to share memories with someone special. I know theirs someone out there. Thank you and I'm sorry and I forgive you for everything.

Take care xo,

Leah Smith

Tears form in my eyes as I close the book and put it back. Why would I let a beautiful young girl do this to herself? I feel like pinching a whole throw the wall because of such an asshole I am to not save her life. We could've been married already and have our first child. This is my fault. Sitting on the edge of the bed I grabbed a pillow and cried into it. I heard a voice singing something. After a couple of lens being sung, I recognized the song. A female voice was singing besitos. I didn't knew it was besitos until she sang the part

"A diamond bullet and a gun made out if gold,

She was covered in blood last seen in san francisco" after listening to whoever was singing, i founded it was coming from the bathroom. So Isabelle was just singing, I never knew she can sing. She sang another song, she makes dirty words sound pretty.

"If you call me at all,

Don't tell me that I'm ordinary

'cause I won't be passing you please don't leave,

And if you tell me you're listening to everything you read,

Turn off this light, call my name,

Don't talk, just ride

Who wouldn't let you all about, about me,

I'm only trying to work this out,"

That's the moment where I got off the bed and grabbed my acoustic guitar next to my chair. I walked out the room and sat in front of the bathroom door. I picked up from where she's at and played the guitar as she sang the lyrics to my bands song. Before she finished singing, she stopped singing. Why? I don't know.