I opened the small notebook excitedly. Maybe this would give me an insight on the life of the girl I have been crushing on since 3rd grade. Her perfect handwriting covered pages and pages. I began to read, but when I read the first page my heart sunk. It read: "My little sister, Katie, when i look at her, watching her little cartoons such as Peter Pan, so many emotions come to mind. Love, happiness, heartbreak. I know what you must be thinking, why heartbreak you weirdo? She's watching Peter Pan for Christ sakes! It just reminds me of my childhood, back when I believed in this made up stuff. When I would look at the VHS tapes under the TV when things got rough (you know rough for a 4 year old) and hope that my imaginary cartoon friend would come and rescue me. Fly me out of my window at night like Wendy, and take me to Neverland. But the day comes when you figure out that love isn't real. Love is made up, just like Peter Pan, just like The Little Mermaid, and just like Beauty and the Beast. There comes a day when you finally see that what you've been dreaming about for years doesn't exist. He won't take you on dates, he'll take you to his house and "fuck you" with your,consent, or not. He won't call you beautiful, he'll call you a 'worthless bitch". When all you want is to feel loved and wanted, he'll make you feel shitty. Then, one day you will start believing his thoughts. You will find ways to let out the pain and sadness that you feel inside. Mine, mine is art. I carve. Nobody knows though. Not my mom, not my best friend, not anyone. I can't tell them. Because it's wrong in the eyes of others. I don't use wood. Every carving I make will stay with me forever. Will stay on my body forever. And that is why I'm heartbroken. Because I know, one day Katie's innocence will be gone. She might even take interest in art. And I won't be able to stop her from carving."
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