There was a girl.
She was always in her own world.
She never spoke, but the lyrics did.
She wrote a song about how she felt, it described her life and her guilt.
She said she was guilty of trying to commit and she hoped it would be fixed.
A few days later she met a boy he was just like her.
They shared the same life.
All the cuts.
All the bruises.
All the words they could never speak.
They both were quiet.
She didn't let him know what was going on.
She fell apart.
Locked herself in her room.
Grabbed the pills.
The razors.
A rope.
She took all 27 of the pills.
She cut until she had no more room left on her body.
She grabbed the rope with her bleeding wrist.
Stood on a chair.
She let herself fall.
The boy found out two weeks later.
His world crashed, knowing the one he love finally succeeded.
He grabbed his razors and gashed at his wrists.
He went to her house and found a letter.
She wrote:
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for causing pain.
I'm sorry for existing.
I'm sorry for succeeding and not letting people know what I thought.
Most of all I'm sorry for leaving you like this.
Just to let you know, when you look up or when you feel a breeze, just always remember me please. I love you.
He crashed.
He overdosed on sleeping pills.
He only wanted to be with her.
It only took him 27 years...
YOU ARE READING
27 years.
Teen Fiction"Alex. I can't take it anymore. I hope you understand." She whispered in his ear as she walked away. "No.. please come back." He whispered. "Alex, I can't." She paused as the tears streamed down her face. "Li-"Alex began. "Alex, I'm sorry. I love...
