i first got punched when i was fourteen.
it was the day where i decided i would finally talk to fawn again.
she was swinging with eric.
not just swaying, real swinging, going up and down, laughing and giggling.
when i saw her laugh like that, i realized that all i really wanted in life was to be the reason she smiled.
so i stood up and started walking towards them.
her smile fell and the color drained from her face when she saw me approaching.
then eric saw me and looked confused, and they both stopped swinging.
as soon as i was close enough, my eyes locked with fawn's blue one's and I held my stare.
then i said hi.
eric stood up and said that i needed to fuck off.
i chose to ignore him and said hi again.
she stared at me with deep sorrow, like she was pitying me.
probably because she was happy, and i wasn't.
i begged her to say something, but all i got from her was silence.
then i couldn't hold it anymore.
i leant in and kissed her softly.
it all happened in a swift motion; my lips connected with hers then his fist connected with my face.
i heard fawn gasp when i fell to the ground, the cuts on my wrists re-opening from the impact.
my head hurt and I couldn't see properly, and suddenly i realized that this wasn't ever going to change.
fawn will always hate me, this eric guy will always be on the look out.
i will never find happiness again.
then i started to cry.
not because of my injuries, but because fawn didn't help me up, she and her boyfriend just left me laying on the ground, bleeding.
i looked at her figure, walking away.
i groaned, wishing she would come back.
but she wouldn't.
she won't ever come back.
