As I lay here, I think about him. The painful memory played back in my mind. I looked into his eyes and ran. I knew I could never face him again. I closed my eyes. The thought of those text messages, it hurt but at the same time made me feel so, alive. I opened my eyes, not sure if they were open or not. My room was pitch black. I heard my mothers footsteps, and stared straight at her, wishing she could see me. She looked around and left. I heard a click of a light switch, and she was gone. I rolled over and thought about him again.
How could it be school already?
What do I do when I see him?
Will he be the same after...
That day?
I tossed and turned thinking, my head full of questions.
I reached over to my phone and plugged in my headphones.
Say something I'm giving up on you...
I knew it was over. He won't want to see me ever again. But somehow... I still love him.
and I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you...
My eyes were cold yet so hot, my head swirled. I couldn't think straight. I held my hand out in front of me to find it shaking.
The first tear I had shed in a long time ran down my face.
Say something...
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Short StoryElizabeth needs to decide whether she really wants guys in her life at the age of twelve, or she needs to get on with her life. But what if your crushes best friend has a crush on you? Elizabeth needs to choose, Jake or Kevin?