I began to notice that Katelyn's parents didn't seem to know that she existed. It infuriated me. She deserved everything. Even though she wasn't alive. I knew that she was pulling me under, but I liked it.
I loved it.
I longed for it.
She pulled me down to her hell that she was stuck in, I don't know what her intentions were. It should have hurt, but I thrived under the heat. I curled up in her hollow heart and I slept a year of my life away.
But her hell was my heaven.
The pain was a sick pleasure. I learned to love the cold.
One day, after drama club, her parents had forgotten her again and I wished that mine would forget me. We took off our coats and laid in the snow until we couldn't feel our fingers. Until stars danced before our eyes like fireflies. We spoke in quaking voices about the hurt. We whispered secrets of forbidden feelings. Suicidal babies, just hatched yesterday. The world kicked us out of the nest and right into the storm. By the time the snow numbed our wings we wished that were dead.
She asked me to die with her.
I said yes.
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When we were wintergirls
RandomIf you have heard of the story wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson then you will understand. That book really hit me hard. It made me realise how unhealthy I was. How unhealthy our relationship was. I loved her. But it was killing me. She just kept...
