Prologue:
“A forbidden friendship from the start The world had attempted to keep us apart But you held a place so dear in my heart And only you could fill that part You helped me through the death of our friends Comforting words to me you would send You held me up again and again And convinced me that it wasn’t the end You never gave up; you saved me from the grave And when I got lost, the path you would pave And whenever I cried, your own tears you gave So close to the end and my life you did save You told me to always look toward tomorrow And showed me the ways that I could do so And when I was broken, filled with sorrow You gave me your heart to forever borrow In some ways I could clearly tell How you felt for me, I could see it well The look on your face every time I fell One of concern, love, and sadness I couldn’t repel In some ways I knew you loved me more Than just a friend, our love could have soared But then last night they looked through the door And found you bleeding on the floor Your wrists were slashed and blood run out Angry and scared, but too scared to shout Now I know without a doubt You are the one I cannot live without You were the one protecting me from me fears And you were the one who held back all my tears You kept me alive for all of these years Now what you give me is mascara smears Now here’s to all the tears I’ve cried Knowing you’re no longer by my side Forever in peace, to abide Goodbye dear Jayce, You died So Will I Without you I’m nothing, I will not survive When you were the one keeping me alive.”
My voice cracked over the poem, the room sat quietly before me, I quickly returned to my seat and sat down solemnly. Mrs. Hester, my English teacher, called “Next!” to the student sitting beside me with obvious joy to be able to hear about our ‘inner emotions‘. The student sitting beside me, I think his name is Devin, got up with a sigh and headed to the front of the room. I hated this, the whole ’you need to share your emotions’ crap; it’s so sappy and pointless. Not only did I hate that, I hated multiple other things going on. Not only did we have to write a poem and read it to the class, I have just been forced into a stupid boarding school. I slouched down lower in my chair and began to think about Jayce. We had been friend for 17 years, ever since we were born. He was my best friend, but I knew I always felt more for him, but now he’s gone, completely clueless about my feelings.
I finally got up the courage to tell him, but when I got to his house, I climbed up onto his balcony like always, and looked through the window. And I saw him, just lying there, on the floor, surrounded by his own blood…the rest of that night was just a blur of tears and concerned family. I felt that it was entirely fault, and the guilt was eating me inside. Maybe if I had got there sooner, maybe if I had listened to him, I might have figured out he was thinking about killing himself. I mean sure, Daniel and Abby had done the same thing a couple months before, but I would have never thought he would have done the same thing…
“Valencia Blake!” Mrs. Hester said in a sharp tone. “Please try to pay attention in my class!” I looked up to see a stern face hovering over me, “Yes ma‘am.” I mumbled. I spaced out, again. I always do this, getting caught up on my thoughts. I now sank lower into my chair and sighed, there were ten minutes left until I was free to go back to my dorm, I had yet to meet my roommate and was looking forward to that, but mostly I just wanted to finish my dump load of homework and chill with my laptop.
Seven minutes twenty-three seconds left…Mrs. Hester kept droning on and on…probably something about how much we all loved literature just like she did, yeah right, ugh. I needed to get out. But I wasn’t paying attention; I was having a stare down with the clock. I continued staring at the clock, urging it to move faster, I failed. I rested my chin in my hand and watched the teacher walk back and forth across the front of the room. I looked anxiously back at the clock, 4 minutes 5 seconds. Great. I felt something lightly hit the back of my head and get stuck in the hood of my jacket; I casually reached to scratch the back of my head and snatched the object out of my hood. Finally, something interesting.
I brought my hand to my lap and looked at the object; it was a small piece of paper hastily folded. I peeled the note open and read the message scribbled on the white paper, “Meet me in room 408” I swiveled my head to look behind me. Nobody looked suspicious, so I turn back around. Right as I shoved the crumpled note into the pocket of my jeans, the bell rang signaling that class ended.
Oh, sweet freedom.
Xionic_Wolf · Sat Nov 10, 2007 @ 06:02pm · 1 Comments |