My life have been nothing but pain and torture. Ever since I was little I have always been known as the 'FAT' girl. People at school would always make fun of me, push me until fall, threatening me and at home its worst my stepmother and her three de...
Waking up with a broken heart hurts more than a thousand deaths. Following the news of what happened, Seattle has been calling us the 21st century Bonnie and Clyde. It's fucked up.
Today's is Serria's birthday and with everything going on I know she's confused and angry.
A few days ago, I sent out a letter to London which a man will resend it to Seattle from his post shop. In the letter, I explained everything to her, explained why I didn't' tell her about it and even what happened with Shawn and how truly felt about it and I how explained how I didn't want to hurt her and that she's the best friend any girl could ask for. Hopefully, she responds back but if she doesn't I completely understand.
I walk out to my new patio to see my maternal grandmother reading a book. When my mom was still alive and when we would come here to visit her side of the family my grandmother would tell the best stories.
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(Her new house)
"Bom dia vovó," I say to her. She looks up from her books and smiles at me, "Bom dia doce bebê." she says. I sit down across from her, "O Que há de errado querida." she asks me. "nada avó" I told her bringing my knees to my chest and giving her a sad smile. "Querida sempre queue você veio aqui você teve essa tristeza em seu coração e em seus olhos"she said. "Eu acabei de perder alguém que amei." I tell her with sadness in my voice.
Every time I close my eyes I see him and it pains me every single day without him. She got up from her spot and made her way next to me. She wraps her arm around me and pulls me into her embrace. "Querida, não important quanta dor você esteja agora, não durará para sempre e um dia você se lembrará de como você é sortudo por tê-lo conhecido com admiração e excitação, não tristeza e mágoa" she says wiping the falling tears from my eyes.
"Agora coloque um rosto feliz e me ajude perpare," she says standing up walking into the house. Today I'm having a home bbq cookout and invited the rest of my family. I headed back into my house and rushed to my bedroom.
Walking in the first thing I see is the picture collage Serria made with all three of us. Lately, every time I walk to the market or walk on the beach I see him or hear his voice and the sad thing is when he said he loved me I never got the chance to say it back. That hurts me the most.
"Didn't I say I'll find you?" Great now I'm hearing his voice again. Why must I torture myself like this. Maybe because a deserve it. "Belle." The voice says my name. Now wait one damn minute. I slowly turn around and there he is. It can't be.
I stumble back on my bed looking at Shawn, alive and well standing in my doorway wearing khaki shorts and a yellow shirt. "I'm just imagining you." I say to him. He walks closer to me. "No baby this is real. I'm real." He says walking towards me. I slowly take off my slippers and threw it at him. I watched it bounce off and fall to the ground. "Holy shit, it's you." I say. I start to walk to him and he walks to me and our lips found each other once again.
