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as she stands there looking at him across the crowded hallway, just watching him. surrounded by so many people. as she looks at him she could see his perfect smile, big brown eyes, perfect body. she wants to tell him how she feels so bad, but they just met. She doesn't want to go through the same s**t again. will he think she's too ugly or too fat?
so time goes by. its the day that if she doesnt tell him, she never can. She tells herself "He's right over there. Just move my feet and i'll be right next to him."
so she walks on over, as she calls his name. she had a couple more steps to take and she was right next to him but half way there a girl comes up to him and kisses him. it felt like a knife just stabbed her in the heart.
right then she just turned the other way and started running home crying in the rain.
she runs into the bathroom looks in the mirror. look at her puffy red eyes, ugly. look at the mascara running down her cheeks, hideous. look at her hair, its a mess. look at her face. What's there to admire? What's there in this world to live for? Why live in a world that no one will appreciate her? Then it came to her. why hide it, why not just let everyone know? all it takes is just a few minutes. no one will ever miss her anyways, all their troubles will be gone. she goes and grabs a pen and paper. she starts writing. "Dear...."
before she knows it an hour has passed. she looks at her letter one saying "Mom & Dad. I'm Sorry" and the other was his name in beautiful script printed in blue ink. "He won't read it anyways" she says to herself. Then, she attempts to rip it up. But she can't. Something inside of her heart, held her back from ripping it.
She then puts the letters on her desk. She pulls up her sleeves looking at the scars. she says to herself "I guess this is goodbye." she then closes her eyes, puts it to her wrist. then a sudden burst of pain comes. she then smiles, knowing that her problems will soon be gone. minutes pass, she begins to feel weak and cold.she then opens her eyes. there is red liquid everywhere on the bathroom floor. she then hears the doorbell. slowly she looks at the time on her watch, its not her parents they wont be home until another 3 hours. "Was it him? haha no of course not" she then closes her eyes. moments later she feels unconscious and slowly the problems ended.
at the same time while the girl was writing her two letters, at the boys house he was sitting at his desk confused. he wonders should i email her or hand write her a letter? he then picks up a piece of paper and a pen. "Dear..." he starts the letter. he puts her name on the envelope written in script. he then thinks to himself should i wait till tomorrow to send it? or run over to her house right now? he then picks up his keys and heads towards the door he opens it and his ex-girlfriend was standing right there. she ask him if they could talk for five minutes. five minutes has passed, he runs to his car and drives to her house. he rings the doorbell no one answers. right when he slips the paper underneath the door, the girls problems has ended. if he was just five minutes earlier, he could've handed her the letter, so she could have read it and she didnt have to end like that. but he doesnt know, so he heads home, wondering if she has read it yet.
days go pass and its the young girls funeral. the letter the girl wrote was read.
it said:
"Dear Tyler,
by the time you read this letter, it's probably at my funeral. i just wanted to say its okay that you don't accept me as more than a friend. i understand. i know im not pretty enough for you. i hope you and Sarah work out. You two make the perfect couple. you guys are meant for each other. please don't feel sorry for what happened today. its not your fault. don't blame yourself for anything. i hope you still accept me as a friend. even if im gone. i guess its goodbye now.
your friend always,
Kelly"
inside the casket where the girl's body laying next to her was the letter he wrote it said:
"Dear Kelly,
I just wanted to let you know that, i felt the same way all along. the reason why i never let you know was that i was afraid that you didn't feel the same way. i don't like Sarah at all and i don't have any feelings for her. i just wanted us to be friends but she didnt feel the same way. im sorry i didnt let you know earlier. this is a regret i would never let go of. i hope you forgive me for being such a coward. lets go to the movies on Friday. i'll make it up to you, i promise. well call me when you're done reading this.
Love,
Tyler"
The girl never got to go to the movies on Friday, with the love of her life. Just those five minutes, could have changed how her life would end. she could have been at the movies, holding hands with a boy she had loved for so long.
"Five minutes may seem soo little, but at times i makes such a big difference, it can change one's life."
this was all wrote by me DO NOT STEAL!
this took me a whole day to write.
i wrote this because of all the people that has the feelings to love someone but never had the courage to let them know.
 kimmicah09 · Sun Mar 15, 2009 @ 04:44am · 0 Comments |
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